Failed words
I think I may be the only one here to be sick of hearing words.
Now, I like to think of myself as a writer, somewhat educated via the United States Public school system of the 1970-80s, back when schools had the luxury of books, desks, gymnasiums and musical instruments; but the way words are thrown around these days is getting a bit tired. Each week a new catch-phrase hits the airwaves and everyone and their Great-Aunt June’s 3rd cousin’s 5th grade teacher starts reciting them as if they were standing before the alter of knowledge reciting the password to heaven and eternal salvation.
The word-phrase of the week this week? “Failed policies”
I’m sick of hearing about “failed policies”. I don’t believe these policies are anything close to failed. I believe the policies this administration has put into place are indeed doing exactly what they were put into place to do and that is to fuck the common citizen and make the world rosy for multi-national conglomerates and those that fill the political war-chests.
Five years ago, Dick shoot your enemy Cheney headed up a super-secret energy policy meeting with his friends at the oil and gas companies and refused to divulge the list of attendees. We now enjoy gas prices that are double what they were when they took office.
GOP leaders and the White house rewrote the Medicare bill with complete help from the pharmaceutical industry that made it illegal to negotiate for better pricing on drugs. The government cannot use its huge buying power to negotiate lower prices on drugs from pharmaceutical companies under the letter of the law. Fast forward to January 2006 when the new Medicare drug plan went into effect and you had state governments bailing out the program to ensure those who needed life-saving drugs wouldn’t be without coverage while the Federal government got their acts together.
Failed policies?
Sounds to me like they work exactly how written, in favor of those that wrote them.
Wednesday Wank
Today’s Wednesday Wank(r) brought to you by an annonymous photographer at an annonymous street festival at some location in the world. ALlow me to correct that. This location is the world famous patio of the San Francisco Eagle Tavern. I recognize the brick structure he’s leaning on to be the firepit, home to such grilled delights as hamburgers and hot dogs on packed Sunday afternoons with beer filled patrons milling about. I better stop, touch myself inappropriately and get to work, or i’m going to go to that homesick place where i miss San Francisco.
Happy Wednesday Wank boys and girls.
