David 2’s Special Comment: “Supreme Court, Incorporated”

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on January 22, 2010 by David 2

(The following is a special comment by David 2 as provided on the January 22nd broadcast of “American Heathen®” on ShockNet Radio.)

I want to take a minute or two to address something that came out this week in the Supreme Court.

In a 5-4 decision, the justices ruled that corporations were free and clear to spend as much money as they want to on political campaigns, essentially nullifying twenty years of campaign finance reform.

Not all reforms have been removed, of course.  Corporations still cannot sponsor political action committees directly, but certainly big money has been able to work around that limitation ever since it was created.

Some people are shocked by this decision.  Some people believe that the United States has now been bought and sold to big corporations.  They are a little late in this assertion… by about two hundred years.

In 1816, Thomas Jefferson wrote the following to Senator George Logan of Pennsylvania: “I hope we shall… crush in its birth the aristocracy of our moneyed corporations which dare already to challenge our government in a trial of strength, and bid defiance to the laws of our country.”

In 1823, Supreme Court Justice Joseph Story, writing for the majority, declared that corporations – non-human entities – were afforded the same rights and privileges as individuals.  This concept of an “artificial personhood” status was created by the courts four years previous, but in this particular judicial decision – Society for the Propagation of the Gospel in Foreign Parts v. Town of Pawlet – here the actual legal assertion that declared corporations to be on the same status as human beings was officially made.  A status that the government REFUSED to give to African Americans for a few more decades and to women for almost a century.

Precedence, my friends.  If there is one thing that the justices of the Supreme Court are a sticker for – especially in a conservative-leaning court such as our current one – it is precedence above anything else.  These justices would just as soon cut their own arms and legs off with a pocket knife than to break with precedence.

Indeed the power-grabs of corporations, the abuses and excesses that went hand-in-hand in the Industrial Revolution and in the Industrial Society that followed it, were allowed to go on because corporations were considered by the government to be on the same level – if not more so – as human beings.

But that still does not make it right.  In fact it can be said that the course of freedom itself had been on the steady decline BECAUSE of that decision back in 1823, as well as its previous decision in 1819.

There are three elements needed for actual freedom in any society.  The first element is choice.  Humans make choices, both good and bad ones.  Corporations, through its executives and associates, make choices as well.  The second element is responsibility.  Responsibility not only means punishment, but it also means rewards.  Corporations have certainly shown that they too can reap the benefits of their decisions, but not so much the burdens of them.

But it is that third element that humans uniquely possess and that corporations, by their very nature, cannot.  That element is INDIVIDUALITY.  A corporation is NOT an individual entity.  It is a collective.  It is a combination of people, talent, and resources.  You change any of those three things and you change the corporation.  You cannot do the same to a human being, though.  A corporation can be restructured and reorganized; it can be bought and sold over and over again.  A human being is not supposed to be bought and sold, even though we did just that until 1865.

So what better way to dismantle freedom than to start with the premise that an inanimate collective entity has as many rights and privileges – if not more so because of their financial largesse – as an ordinary human being?  That rights and privileges are mere luxuries that can be given and taken way at the discretion of government?  After all, if government can interfere in the affairs of big corporations through various regulations, why not also do the same to human beings since they are – at least in the eyes of the government – on the same level?

In fact all of the fear-mongering being waged by people like MSNBC’s Keith Olbermann, namely the idea that the Republic is now DOOMED, fails to take into account that this particular problem goes back two hundred years to the time when private entities were given the kind of legal status that we categorically refused to give to certain other human beings.

The remedy, then, is not in passing more laws and more regulations that merely tiptoe around the matter.  Even amending the Constitution, which a herculean task in and of itself, would not resolve the matter if it does not reassert this simple fact: that as long as we FAIL to recognize that freedom is an INDIVIDUAL concept, we will continue to make the mistake that non-human entities should be treated as no different than human beings, and thus give them a preference that we will consciously refuse to give to our neighbors.

By the way, there is one more aspect of corporations that individuals cannot do.  Corporations are able to pass on their responsibilities to others.  If they are hit with a fine or a fee or taxes – like the kind of fines, fees, or taxes that President Obama wants enacted – then they are allowed to pass the cost of that penalty down to their customer base as part of their overhead cost.  In other words, WE, as INDIVIDUALS, are the ones that end up paying for the negative responsibilities of corporations.

Bear that in mind as you ponder whether or not corporations should be considered no different than human beings.

Atheist Comedy!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on January 21, 2010 by RJ Evans

Yes!  This guy is brilliant and funny as hell!  And, he’s Atheist!

The Christian Nationalist Doctrine of Exceptionalism

Posted in Politics with tags , on January 13, 2010 by David 2

From the man who correctly categorized the GOP Healthcare Plan as “Don’t Get Sick or Die Quickly”, we have the new “Doctrine of Exceptionalism”.

She Left Him for Jesus?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on January 10, 2010 by RJ Evans

Man, that really sucks!  Oh well…Maybe he’ll kick the bastard’s holy ass?

A New CNP Promo Tour?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on January 9, 2010 by RJ Evans

The Christian Nationalist Party (formerly the Republican Party) / Tea Baggers are reeling over this!   FOX recently canceled MAD TV.  Did MAD go too far for the whackos?  MAD TV has got some big, hairy balls!  And, honestly, I can’t pass up the opportunity to bring you some of the BEST satire I have seen from them in a long time.  Sadly, this video is far from fantasy.  I know several people, former friends, who would most definitely buy tickets to see this “Take Back America Tour”.  Not only that, but they wouldn’t know the difference between MAD’s satire and reality anyway.  But, then again, in their world, reality isn’t on their agenda.

Religion has had its day

Posted in Uncategorized on January 3, 2010 by David 2

Leave it to the Brits to actually GET IT!

Of course if that debate were held in the United States the audience would be intentionally filled with people from Pastor Jim’s MegaChurch of the Pompous, Glen Beck would be crying blood talking about how it was OBVIOUS the RED side would be wanting to rip Grandma’s crucifix off her still-cold corpse because that’s the side of the communists, and a quarter-wit retard from Alabama with five teeth and a mouth full of chaw would show up with a shotgun and homicidal intentions, guaranteeing the whole thing would be on the 6PM news for something OTHER than its original purpose.

A Kept Man

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on December 31, 2009 by RJ Evans

Tonight my wife and I celebrate 27 years of marriage and the beginning of our 28th.  We actually celebrate a day early, on New Years Eve.  Every year we ask a few couples to join us, friends we respect, admire and love.  Our “tradition” is to have dinner at the local Outback Steakhouse where we buy all our guests dinner and hopefully show them just how much fun marriage can be.  Yes, we like to show off our success.  But, we do it because we want our close friends to know how wonderful a relationship can be when it’s worked for.  And believe me when I say that it hasn’t always been a bed of roses.

You see, a lot of folks have given me shit for being in a relationship where the woman makes all the dough, where the woman is the career junkie, and where the man assumes the household duties.   They are under the impression that I somehow manage to manipulate my way into, and through my marriage, that I’m some sort of  male gold digger.  But, by doing so, they insult my wife’s extreme intelligence, and quite frankly, they make me laugh.  So I want to convey a tiny portion of what they don’t know about me and my marriage.

28 years ago I was managing a roller rink in a small town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. It was here that I met my wife in 1982.  The year before that I had been wandering the country as a musician and roadie.  A band I was working  for at the time performed in this small town.  During the week we were there, I became friends with a local tavern owner who was also a regular visitor to the club we were playing at.  Bryan and I hit it off from the get go.  He was warm, friendly and funny.  More on him later.   Anyway,  the band broke up a few months later and I was out of work. I decided to head for Hollywood, California in hopes of finding a job with another band.  It was the beginning of winter when I left Minnesota.  It was cold and miserable.  I had some cash to take a plane, one way, and  a few bucks to keep me going for a short time while there.  Soon after arriving in L.A. , I got a job in a boiler room selling pens over the phone.  I was shitty at it.  I couldn’t sell a pen to a piece of paper.  On top of that, I couldn’t find a working band to play with.  After a couple of weeks, the sales job wasn’t paying shit, the music thing wasn’t working out,  and I was living in a roach infested motel, eating Cheetos and drinking Mountain Dew to survive.  Things were bad, but they were about to get worse.

I woke up one morning and went to my cash stash.  I found three dollars.  That’s all that was left.  I hadn’t been paying attention.  I called into work to ask them about my paycheck.  They said the check was only going to be fifty bucks and that it wouldn’t be ready for another week.  I hung up.  Frustrated and pissed off, I decided it was time to pack it in and head back east.  I wasn’t sure where I was going to go at first, but then I recalled a conversation I’d had with my friend Bryan, the tavern owner back in Michigan.  He’d told me I could always find a room above the bar, and that he’d be happy to put me to work tending it if anything happened to the band.   I packed my stuff into my backpack and hit the road.

I hitched  some rides out of California with a couple of truckers.  I was fortunate to get out of California alive, but that’s another story.  Anyway, the route to I’d chosen to Michigan was through the northern part of the country, along Interstate 80.  There was a lot of snow through the Rockies that year.  It was also fucking cold.  Temperatures were into the teens during the day and single digits at night.  I had prepared for a possible return road trip by packing a snow suit before I left.  It was a good thing I did.

It was 2 am, somewhere in Wyoming along the Interstate.  I had managed to get a ride from a Wyoming local who I had run into at an  Idaho truck stop earlier that evening.  We arrived at the guy’s exit, in the middle of nowhere, and unfortunately for me the next town was over an hour away.  The guy who picked me up wasn’t too friendly to begin with, but it was very apparent that I had worn out my welcome.  He stopped at the entrance to the exit and dropped me off,  then he made his way up the ramp, across the bridge and down a dark county road, his tail lights disappearing into the blowing snow.  The Interstate was amazingly quiet  with not a vehicle in sight.  I had my snow suit on so I wasn’t terribly cold…yet.  I walked around a bit, trying to keep myself moving and generate some heat, but soon the long road day had sleep calling to me.  I was a little scared of hypothermia, but I also knew that I needed to sleep.  I laid down just before the eastbound exit and just off the shoulder.  I propped my head up on my backpack, covering my face as well as I could with my hoody and my stocking cap.   There were two street lights.  One was over the west bound exit and the other was just over my head.  I stayed under the light.  I wanted to be seen and not run over.  As I dozed off, I wondered if I was ever going to wake up.  I knew the chances of doing so were slim to none if someone didn’t come by in the next few hours.  As I contemplated my fate, it never once occurred to me to ask anyone I knew for help.  Why?  Because I was in the middle of nowhere, and  I was, and am,  a stubborn son-of-a-bitch.

I woke up a couple of hours later to the sound of a large truck and the voice of a man yelling at me.  “What the fuck?  Are you alright?”  I opened my eyes and looked up.  “Yeah, I’m fine” I replied.  “But, I’m fuckin’ cold”.  The guy reached down to help me up.  “I’ll give you a ride if you want one.  There’s a town about an hour up the interstate”.   I stood up and thanked him.  “Yeah, I’d appreciate that ” I said.  The guy and I chatted little during the trip.  I told him I was a musician and he told me he was a rancher.   He was friendly enough, but when I mentioned the musician part, he frowned.  He didn’t say anything about it though.  As our  hour together came to a close we approached the town.  The old pickup truck exited the highway and the man dropped me off at the only truck stop in town.  I thanked him and said goodbye.  I walked in and sat down at the counter inside the coffee shop.  I still had my three dollars and thought it might be a good idea to order a cup of hot chocolate.  As I sat there, I figured I’d better call my friend in Michigan and let him know what was up.  I hadn’t talked to him in quite a while, and I was sure he knew the band had broken up through his connections at the club.

I dialed the payphone and asked the operator to place a collect call for me.  Bryan answered the phone and accepted the charges.  “Where the fuck are you?” he asked.  “I’m in Wyoming” was my reply.  “Wyoming?  What the hell are you doing there? I haven’t heard from you in a long time.  I was beginning to worry. What the hell is up?”  I told him the story about the band, which he already knew,  my search for work in Hollywood, and my cold, snowy, overnight adventure.  “Look man, let me  get you a bus ticket back here.”  I declined.  “Bullshit!” he yelled at me over the phone.  “It’s the fuckin’ dead of winter.  I don’t care how many times you’ve hitch hiked across the country, it’s too fucking dangerous.  Now let me send you a ticket!”  he insisted.  “Alright.  But, only if you let me work it off at the bar” I replied.  “Yeah, you can work it off”.   My friend made the travel arrangements and soon I was on a bus to the Upper Peninsula.

A couple of days later I arrived at my destination.  It was late, about eleven o’clock at night.  The streets were ankle-deep in snow, and there wasn’t a soul around.  However, Bryan was there waiting for me.  “Glad you made it you stubborn bastard” he said with a smile.  So was I.  So was I.

I made it.  I always have.  And I work hard to make it.  And regardless of the impression folks get when they see me living the lap of luxury (all things being relative), they have not a clue as to where I’ve been, and what I have done to get here.  They don’t know the years of struggle in my life, or my marriage.  They haven’t the foggiest idea how hard I have worked, and what I have done to survive.  They don’t know that my wife and I lived on macaroni and cheese, noodles and broth in our first year of marriage.  They don’t know that our first house was a 1950’s dump, that our cars were always in need of repair, and that I was the one that did all the work on them.  They don’t know that I replaced transmissions, clutches, engines.  I did it all.  They don’t know that I worked three jobs to supplement my wife’s salary as an engineer early in her career, in order to make ends meet.  They don’t know about my violent outbursts, the physical abuse I put my wife through the first three years of our marriage, brought on by self-induced shame, and my stupid insecurity of not making as much, or more, money than she did.

I could go on and on and on.  The fact is that I will continue to be scoffed at, thought of as a kept man,  and that’s just fine.  I laugh at ignorance.  But, I must defend my wife’s intelligence.  She stood up to me, and for me, and we have worked hard to make our marriage successful, AND our life together a wonderful journey.   Both of us  had a lot of growing up to do.  Both of us had a lot of deep introspection.  And in our self-examination, we’ve learned that hard work, and our commitment to one another, is what has made our marriage strong and lasting.  Additionally,  I no longer let my ego, my pride, get in the way of our relationship.

My wife makes more money than I could ever make.  That’s a fact, and it’s one that I can live with.  But, I certainly don’t have things handed to me.  I’ve never had them handed to me.  I have, and continue to, work my ass off proudly to make sure that my Queen’s castle is always just right.  I also do everything within my power to support her career aspirations, her life goals and her dreams.  She is truly my Queen.  I adore her, and I will love her with all my heart until death.

Throughout our marriage, I have always told my wife that I would rather be poor and happy with her, than rich and miserable without her.  And, I really mean that.  So, to those who don’t know, to those who are ignorant and blind…  I laugh heartily at you and your verbal barbs.  You have not a clue.  You see, what I’ve revealed today is just the tip of the iceberg that is my life, and my marriage.  And believe me, there’s a whole hell of a lot that you’ll never know.  So, do yourself a favor and give it a rest.  I have housework to do and a anniversary to celebrate.  In the meantime, those of you who believe in a skydaddy need to ask yourself a question… “How can these godless heathen’s be so fucking happy?”

Just to clear a few things…

Posted in Uncategorized on December 24, 2009 by David 2

Breaking news: Religious leaders are now demanding that people refer to December 25th as CHRIST-Mass and not “Christmas”.  Furthermore, they are demanding that people pronounce it “KRYST-mass” instead of “chrissmess”, and that they would not oppose any legislation that would call for the death penalty for anyone who says “Happy Holidays” or “Seasons Greetings” instead of the required “CHRIST-Mass”.  Religious leaders say that the changes in spelling and pronunciation should eliminate any and all doubt as to what the season is supposed to represent.


Okay, that was done in jest, but let’s face it… the more the HOLIDAY season is assaulted by the self-righteous FoxFundies, the more and more FICTIONAL it gets.

It’s really crazy because you have these long drawn-out explanations to try to justify how they should have EXCLUSIVE control over these elements, because we “ALL KNOW” that Santa Claus was right there in the manger scene along with Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Frosty the Snowman, carrying a poinsettia plant, a decorated wreath, mistletoe, and drinking an ice cold Coca-Cola.  It’s right there in the New Testament, somewhere in Leviticus, dontcha know?

So let’s go over a few things about this HOLIDAY season…

1. Jewish tradition (of which FoxFundies love to flaunt in the Old Testament) did not celebrate birthdays!  That was considered a PAGAN celebration.

Think about it… aside from the saints and popes, are there ANY OTHER birthdays celebrated in Christianity?  Moses?  Elijah?  John the Baptist?  Any of the Apostles?  Peter?  James?  Simon?  How about the zealot/hypocrite/faux-apostle Paul?  How about Mother Mary?  Mary the Ho? (The two Marys are NOT interchangeable.)   Joseph?  (You know, Joseph the carpenter and charity spouse.)  How about the traditional Old Testament figures?  How about Abraham?  Noah?  Adam?  ADAM!  The supposedly first human!  No birthdays for the first human?  Nope.

Why?  Because birthdays are a PAGAN celebration in old Jewish traditions.  You don’t celebrate birthdays.  You remember DEATH DAYS!  You remembered when people DIED, not when they were born.

2. According to the New Testament, Joseph and Mary (the one with the out-of-wedlock kid) were traveling to Joseph’s birthplace so he could be accounted for in the Roman Census and to pay taxes.  THEY WERE NOT HOMELESS! They HAD a home; they just didn’t have a place to stay for that night.

Homeless advocates really need to stop trying to spread the myth that they were homeless.  They didn’t need social services, they just needed the Imperial version of Travelocity.

3. The three “wise men” were traveling magicians (that’s what “Magi” means in the old language), who asked Herod the Great to verify whether or not the ancient prophecy was true about a “redeemer”.  This is an old legend that goes back to the days of Moses, as was Herod’s reaction to the news of a prophesied “redeemer”… which was to send soldiers to kill all the newborn babies.  They also DID NOT arrive on the same night as when Jesus was supposedly born.  It took them several days chasing a star to arrive where they were, and by then the family was on the move because someone tipped them off about Herod’s “death panel”.

So all those nativity scenes with the trio off to the side representing the Aramaic versions of Penn and Teller are far from accurate.

4. The three gifts – gold, frankincense, and myrrh – were presents a traveling trio of entertainers would give to nobility.  Gold for the king, frankincense (incense) for the priests, and myrrh (embalming oil) for the dead.  There was nothing prophetic about carrying those items.  It’s like giving a kid a quarter because that’s all you have in your pocket.

5. The whole scene DID NOT HAPPEN IN DECEMBER!  December was the festival of Saturnalia, or the festival of Saturn, Roman god of the agriculture, justice, and strength.    It pretty much was a big celebration for the Winter Solstice.  Roman politicians know better than to have ANY kind of government activity during this time.

A magistrate by the name of Gaius Caecilius said the following about not doing business during that time…

…especially during the Saturnalia when the rest of the house is noisy with the licence of the holiday and festive cries. This way I don’t hamper the games of my people and they don’t hinder my work or studies.’

Does that sound like a time that anyone would want to run a census or collect taxes?  That’s like a college scheduling mid-terms during Spring Break.

Scholars believe that the actual time of the census was sometime between March and April.  Someone even suggested the middle of May.

So why was the whole birthday – which, remember, is a PAGAN celebration – moved to December?  The first mention of it was in a Roman calendar in the year 354.  You can thank some delusional Roman for mistaking the celebration of the “Sun God” into that of “God’s Son”.  It was then formalized as a celebration during the Middle Ages… at least until the Puritan Reformation started castigating it for being too PAGAN.

6. As I (David 2) reported in the December 5th broadcast of “American Heathen®“, the push to make the holiday a “family-friendly” event was actually a marketing decision to dissuade the more “heathen” elements of the various celebrations that it STOLE.  In other words, the drinking and merriment of the old Yule celebrations were considered “SINS” and had to be replaced with church services and family gatherings.

You want it to be a PURELY CHRISTIAN celebration?  Go to church and stay in church all day.  Don’t decorate, don’t exchange gifts (the Gift of the Magi were for the CHURCH, not to each other), don’t sing songs.. if it’s good for the Puritans, it’s good for the FoxFundies.

7. Finally, the following elements of the season are PAGAN in nature and therefore Christians have NO EXCLUSIVE CLAIM TO THEM:

*Decorated trees (actually pre-dates Christianity by a few hundred years)

*Decorated wreaths (Norse celebration)

*Mistletoe (Norse celebration of fertility – in other words, making babies)

*Sleigh rides (see the next one)

*Santa Claus (sorry, that was originally the Norse god Odin) and the flying reindeer (originally horses)

*Poinsettia Plants (Norse again)

*Celebrations and references of Yule (caroling, drinking plum wine, and eating fig pudding, minced pies, and cooked goose) – oh, and that includes references to “scary ghost stories”.

*The Yule Log (obviously!)

*Frosty the Snowman (come on guys… a magical hat?)

*and of course Fruitcake… although I’m sure most of the devout would probably be willing to give up on this one.

I know a lot of Heathen readers are atheists, so I will simply say – to piss off the FoxFundies – Happy Holidays, regardless of which holiday you chose to celebrate (or don’t).

A Delusional Time of Year

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on December 24, 2009 by RJ Evans

As much of America, and the world, celebrate the birth of a delusion from another delusion, let’s reflect on delusion.

Congruence

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on December 24, 2009 by RJ Evans