Fwd: A Spring Morning In The Autumn Of America By John Kaminski

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Boy am I late tonight with my daily reading! Thought this was worth a lookie for

you. He says a mouthfull.

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A Spring Morning In

The Autumn Of America

'Don't it always seem to go that you don't

know what you've got 'til it's gone'

By John Kaminski

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Mornings on my porch these days are exquisite. I pry myself from my bed and

shuffle out into paradise in this (what I call) cool Florida spring. Every day

starts out at 70 degrees. Sun flashes through the dense foliage, creating lush

shadows and undulating sunbeams flecked with shimmering dust motes. The

mockingbird symphony (somewhere between Vaughn Williams and Wagner, I fancy) is

backed by a chorus of owls chanting their baritone refrain. If you listen

closely you can discern the words. In fact, you may discern any words you want.

I choose to hear " what a world, what a beautiful world. " Eight o'clock on a

sunny May morning. It's hard to see anything wrong with the world those first

few moments each morning on my porch.

 

 

 

Then I remember. Reality intrudes. The e-mails. That fascinating and disturbing

window on the world. After careening through hundreds of them every day,

disconnected thoughts begin flowing through my brain, even before I put on the

coffee.

 

 

 

When I write something, people are always asking me for references, links or

citations, and I seldom can remember them, because I have traveled too fast

through too much cyberterritory during the previous day to be able to cite

chapter and verse. It's the ideas that stick, though I often don't remember

which e-mail said what.

 

 

 

This morning it's this one. We grew up thinking our leisurely middle class

lifestyle was the way life has always been. Some of you white haired curmudgeons

out there will remember a wacky TV show called " The Life of Riley, " one of those

carefree '50s half hour sitcoms where the bumbling head of household was lovably

inept and perpetually bamboozled - and appreciated because of it.

 

 

 

Such an innocent time. One recent e-mail pointed out that this social condition

- the very existence of a middle class - was created by the aftermath of World

War II, when the government assisted all its military survivors with generous

loans. The result was a surge in college degrees and individual home ownership.

 

 

 

First the first time in history, a legitimate middle class was created. It had

never existed before, which was something I never realized. But now, today, in

A.D. 2005, it was being deliberately exterminated. And might never exist again.

 

 

 

One of the reasons this sad state had come to pass, as I recall, was that these

same auspicious conditions for prosperity also created something very dangerous

to the ultimate health of the planet - out-of-control human reproduction and an

out-of-balance infestation of corpulent human locusts.

 

 

 

It's like the climate in Florida. Every possible species of animal thrives here.

Eagles live comfortably in towns. Alligators grow 14 feet long and aren't afraid

to waddle anywhere, as some people with missing limbs will attest to. Heck, in

Florida, the cockroaches - and their Schwarzeneggerean cousins, the mighty

palmetto bugs - will stand up and fight you if you get in their way. No foolin'.

Life thrives here.

 

 

 

With such a rich country and a government that actually supported its

population, after World War II, the population exploded. All over the world,

too. The world's population quadrupled in the 20th century.

 

 

 

So it wasn't long before our controllers, the rich elite who get a very

different education than we peons do, surmised that too many people put too much

of strain on the world's resources. Or maybe it was just their control of the

world's resources that they were talking about. In any case, they developed a

plan - they being some think tank called the Club of Rome - that population had

to be reduced radically if the elite were to continue to live comfortably in

their opulent, Wackenhut-guarded enclaves.

 

 

 

If you're old enough, you might remember the days when the medical profession

actually tried to make you healthier. Rather than today, when all they try to do

is rob you and kill you, or at least maim you for life so you'll be forced to

buy more medicines.

 

 

 

Now this Club of Rome thing has reached hyperdrive. Most of allopathic medicines

are outright poison, as is most of the corporate food supply. You definitely

can't trust what your doctor says.

 

 

 

And the brave military men and women who devotedly follow the orders of our

nation's so-called leaders? Well, instead of getting free college and a loan

guarantee to buy a house, they get a guaranteed case of terminal cancer

(cleverly inflicted by their own poisoned ammunition, as well as their toxic

vaccinations, so they can spread their maladies to their families and thereby

reduce unwanted and unsightly population more quickly, not to mention the

benefit to the government that paying parsimonious death benefits is much more

economical than shelling out for lifelong medical care) - all this, of course,

assuming that they survive their military assignments, which, in this sad day

and age, has become less and less likely.

 

 

 

Now, some of you, particularly some of you young whippersnappers, might say to

me: " You're living in the past, Old Geezer. You've got to get with the program. "

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