Welcome to the New Depression

Dear Yankie Doodles,

Let me be the first to welcome you to the new depression.

You didn’t ask for it, you might not have voted for it, but you are smack dap in the middle of it. I haven’t seen dips in the market this bad, since the days of Hoover-villes and old time radio. The wife even got the mad notion in her head to stuff money into our mattress and I don’t know if Mr. Franklin would appreciate my ass and his face separated by a thin layer of cloth.

Back in the old days us, old timers, used to save our cash in the stuffing of furniture. We knew “they” would come for our money and the banks had already let us down. The prevailing theory is our stuffed mattresses slowed the economy to a stall but American Citizens didn’t slow the economy, we stopped the bastards from their self entitled vig and they have tried to shut us up every since.

Sedate the elderly and the snot nosed know-it-all children will never learn; corporate communism will take over the independent soul. Maybe it’s these old eyes but corporate dress codes sounds like a Commie Red heart in brand label clothing. The same enemy we fought back in WW2 with the same ideals in different masks.

We can take back our America but you have to rise to the challenge. There is a threat in the home land and everyone of us know it. You can’t turn to the government, G-men kicked Uncle Sam out with the Patriot Act. The stupid bastards claim “we are addicted to oil” and then allow every last bit to be sucked up and feed to our addiction.

When the President, a son of a Oil Barron and “former” addict, publicly states we are addicted to oil, you would think he knows what he is talking about. But nothing happened. No, rehab, I guess Betty Ford must be all booked up.

You can’t turn to your employer, he is only middle management and writes off his gas. You can only turn to the people you could ever trust. Friends, family, and your neighbors; simply put the people of your world. Together, you are a force against those organization that seek to destroy your world.

It takes action, so get off your duff and get active. No video game is going to better your world. You are the main character in reality. You have the right and responsibility to be responsible for your brothers and sisters. You have to make the choice of what is important and what is junk. It’s a mind frame, I believe, the kids call it a D.I.Y. (Do It Yourself) and support your local independent scene. Back in the old days, we did the same kind of thing but we called it being an American.

We collected cans, newspapers, and all sort of odd trash. We shopped at the local shops and went to see performances. We weren’t bums! We lived in a society that respected a need to be thrifty and to live within our means.

Now, you are in the next depression and those who learn to live frugal, well within their means, and a little greener will be the leaders of the future generations. I want you to be the leaders, each and every one of you. The new giants created from the ashes of Black Tuesday. While the odds against us appear immeasurable, keep in mind, David fell the Giant with only a stone and the meek shall inherit the Earth.

I might be an old dog but I can learn a new trick. I can hang ten on the super highway like a web slinglin’ whipper snapper. I found an informative webpage “The Main Causes of the Great Depression“. Why you could almost replace the 20′s with the 90′s and hear the same story. Remember the 20′s was a wild time, obsessed with the antics of Hollywood starlets and repressed by faith biased social movements. Why if Al Capone was born Today, he would have a music video and exposure on TMZ.

We live in a crazy world but we can make a better world for our children. One that is not bought and sold by a marketing campaign. You can scream into the face of your enemy and you can scream until you are blue in the face. Or you can take the best kind of revenge. Live better, inspire, and support your fellow Americans. Together we can live in a better, crazy world. Together we are a world of individuals, the American Way.

Until next time, Skip the multi-plex movie and preform an impromptu production in the park, keep it clean and entrain the children.

Uncle Sam