OK…It’s Two-thousand twelve, shouldn’t we all be dead by now, or floating in space, like the villains in Superman II? Oh wait, that’s right, that’s not supposed to happen until the END of the year. In the meantime, does Tim Tebow save the world while leading the Denver Broncos to the Super Bowl. Did the Mayans predict that, too? Or Nostradamus? Or the book of Revelation? Or the book of Mormon?
One thing is for sure, I don’t think anyone in their right (wing) mind could have predicted how bad this Republican field is. Or how screwed everything and everyone of us is at the moment? Regardless of what happens in November, everyone will be disappointed in something that didn’t go their way.
In the meantime the Republicans seem hell-bent on nominating someone who can’t possibly win. And destroying themselves in the process. If Ron Paul, who could be a grandfather to some people who seem to support him, decides to run for President as a third-party candidate, the GOP is toast. If Jon Huntsman runs as an independent, the GOP is screwed and if the nutball from another dimension runs, well, in the immortal words of Dandy Don Meridith, “Turn out the lights, the party’s over.”
I think now, everyone gets it. There’s nothing left. 78 million Baby Boomers and by 2035, nothing. No medicare, medicaid, social security. Nothing. Doesn’t matter who’s President or in Congress anymore. The policies and laws that have been in place since Reagan and the attitudes that have been around since the 1960’s won’t change. The massive transfer of wealth is just about complete. There will be no middle class by 2035. By the time the last of the Boomers hit 65, in 2029, there might still be between 50-60 million of us still alive. And that’s 17 years from now. The oldest of our generation will be 83. And who knows how many older than that. I fully expect the Rolling Stones will still be touring in 17 years.
Laugh if you want, but i’m not far off. People far smarter than me are predicting that no matter what, money will win. Which leaves us high and dry and stocking up on what? Hope? America has no hope. That died in the 60’s. Two weeks before he died, Malcolm X said the next revolution won’t be about race, it will involve class. What he didn’t see was the Lazy America we have become. The “Kick-the-Can” Generation. The over-protective, never-trust-anyone generation. The fear everything and everyone Generation. There won’t be a revolution because we are too lazy to get off our collective butts and demand that things change. We’d rather still buy into the notion that we are the greatest country in the world. And watch the pretty people on TV sing and dance and lie to us about everything. And keep us buying. Buying soap, food, cars, TV’s, computers and the bullshit.
We were going to change things, remember? Well, guess what? We changed things, screwed ourselves. Went after the easy money, the good life. Now, that dream is turning into a Darwin nightmare where only the rich and the connected will be lucky to afford even basics, like food.
And the Republicans are set to nominate the epitome of greed. A real life Gordon Gekko, a “Larry the liquidator,” replete with the slicked back hair and the picture perfect family who is about as sincere as the roulette table at Ric’s Cafe American, except Willard Romney is more likely to be Captain Renault than Rick Blaine. He is a vulture and a man who is so duplicitous that it makes even his “supporters” think twice.
Either way you look at it, this doesn’t bode well for this year, or beyond. However, unlike the end of “Casablanca”, don’t expect anyone to become noble. Or grow a backbone. Maybe the Mayans have a point after all.