Less than 48 hours ago, I was free from news and the internet for 51 hours. It was a happy time. I didn’t know anything about what was happening with Occupy Wall Street, I knew nothing troubling about the personal lives of the people I love, and I was emancipated from work panic. Pretty soon, I will have spent more time back in this world than I spent buffered in paradise.
In reply to an email from a lobbying group wanting to “hear what you’re thinking” I responded thusly:
“As a micro business owner, working cooperatively with employees and paying a fair, livable wage, I am despondent regarding the state of the economy. All of us are tired, we’re working 3 x harder for 1/3 gross revenue. There is no representation in Congress; the media is complicit in suppressing the truth so the working class in this country is being screwed into the ground. I am disgusted that our young adults have colossal college debt and the only employment they can find is for the military industrial complex- kids should not have to DIE to pay student loans.
Pharmaceutical companies are plugging our elderly full of drugs, without improving their lives. As a society we refuse to address the end of life in a humane way, warehousing our aged in nursing homes while drugging them into oblivion.
Our food supply is full of chemicals, our people are fat, some of them are stupid because they’ve been lulled into complacency and can no longer think for themselves. We are impotent in the face of corruption and we can expect to work this hard until the day we die or until our bodies deteriorate.
Bet you’re glad you asked.”