Philip j. Rappa
Requiem to the Silliness I Learned in Civics Class
The occupation of the White House is
in its first year. I can no longer
keep silent as my visceral anguish bleeds from pen to page.
As a patriot and a citizen, my conscience summons me to express my
contempt and demands that I repudiate this repugnant send-up masquerading as a
As an independent voter, it is my
fervent desire not to mislead the reader to assume this to be a partisan rant.
Nay, my contempt for this despicable charade would be the same had the
alternative candidate sequestered the highest office due to the facilitating
actions of a modern day version of a 15th century Star Chamber, known
to us as the Supreme Court, which gave no deference nor continence to the letter
or spirit of the laws that govern us.
Those observing offshore wondered
aloud if a democratically elected government is just a sham, wondered if this
nation of the people, for and by the people, a country that has reposed its hope
in the principles of freedom is on the precipice of decline.
Maybe it’s just me, but when I ask
myself, “Who’s the victim here, who’s responsible for this?”
Left with only my own devises I screamed, “It is I?”
How and when did it happen? What
day, month, year, did the citizen’s of this country become it’s refugees
waiting for the exodus to the promised land, become it’s political prisoners
in the land where their father’s died to secure life, liberty and the pursuit
Sadly, what’s left of the fourth
estate and its step-child, the visual news media, resembles a time-share co-op.
Our brethren in the media and the press are continuously monitored.
Their livelihood rests in the hands of multinational conglomerates, which
have the arbitrary ability to make them stewards of truth in the eyes of the
viewing public. If anyone of them waffles on that allegiance to the corporate
line, that individual shall feel its wrath with no reprieve, certain to be
reprimanded, censored and as certain as death to expect reprisals.
What becomes of our legacy, our
Constitution, our Bill of Rights, the written words that have made us a nation
like none other? With no
investigative reporters, no one to check the facts, no one to look over the
books, ask the questions needed to be asked, what is the consequence of these
tactics perpetuated on the American public?
Accountability and responsibility get no airtime, we are left abandoned
with no one to stand up and demand more from our public servants.
What’s left when we turn on the
idiot box or listen to talk radio? We
have been duped by a deliberate duplicitousness, watching like voyeurs a staged
reality where ambiguity is now acclaimed as a high art form.
The life of a democracy demands
debate, decent, protest and the right to ask questions.
Instead, we have consensually allowed these well tailored and coifed new
improved agents of intoxication to deliver their pretentiously scripted spoken
words. Leaving us to be entertained
by their contrived images and symbols that are nothing more than a brazen
hypocrisy and total antithesis to who and what we are.
These so called reporters are liken
to the endman in a minstrel show. Teasingly
they speak of our heritage and birthright as if it were antique gossip.
Rather than a purposeful dialogue at a town hall meeting or a round table
discussion of issues, we get some kind of operatic shamanism’s, with it’s
high priests of arrogance akin to the likes of Allie (North) and Rush (Limbaugh)
as mediums allowing their good and evil spirits to sing song from their bully
as mediums allowing their good and evil spirits to sing song from their bully
Here we are at the turn of the
century, and a majority of Americans are, least I say, skeptical, as to the
In my youthful naiveté, I thought
being a public servant to be an honorable exercise of citizenship.
From what I was taught and read, public service was never meant to be a
lifetime career, but merely a sojourn. In
the best-case scenario, public service was meant to attract the best and
brightest individuals from the private sector - certainly individuals who
actually worked for a living, those who actually lived within a budget.
But most importantly, public service sought individuals seeking a higher
purpose and those who felt a genuine responsibility towards their fellow
citizens; individuals to whom character, integrity, honesty and accountability
are words to live by – not just some ad campaign for a new detergent.
But forgive me I digress.
Back to present day reality. Politicians’
attitudes towards the public at large are a fusion of indifference and contempt.
Their creed of behavior toward the average American citizen was chiseled
from a quip made by Lyndon Johnson. Who
once said, “If you’re going to tell someone to go to hell, make sure you can
make him go.” At this moment in time,
Once one gets possession of that
platinum plated brass ring known to us as appointive office, this new inductee
takes a long, heady, sagacious breath, intoxicated with the knowledge that
he/she has achieved what mere mortals could never perceive: Nirvana here on
earth. Exhaling with a gentle sigh
of utter contentment, safe and toasty in the glow of perpetual
self-aggrandizement their only remaining task is to strip away and shed any
remaining semblance of honesty and integrity. Then, effortlessly they will slip
into their new second skin: that of fraternity.
So tight a fit it makes the Shroud of Turrin seem simply a Band-Aid.
With no hope for campaign finance
reform never ever to be – the combination of vested economic interests in a
mystic communion with those who believe themselves to be the elite are the very
sinews of our misfortune. In this
private D.C. community of nefarious individuals, baleful to the principles of
democracy, devoid of shame, they no longer shun the light of day, but instead
sport their greed and bribery like a talisman.
There exists a collective criminalized consciousness.
Our representatives are mistress to their original sponsors pledging
their fidelity and offering their service as shills for their self-interest.
Happily they sail through life on a sea of deceit, with their lavish salaries,
generous pensions, with loopholes in the law for their personal benefit,
skimming from campaign funds, merrily they go double dipping all the way home.
In a gathering of such godless,
unscrupulous individuals who go about their dealings with a wink wink and a nod
nod usurping the Godfather’s notion that “It’s not personal just
business”. This brand of reality
TV Washington-style teaches our youth by example: that fabrication, half truths
and lying is not a crime, and thanks to recent history, that depending on who
you are neither is perjury.
It seems the only secret in
that’s not for sale is the
existence of National Socialism found in our nation’s capital with fifty
retreats for its minions located in each State House.
During the thirties and forties we deemed this ideology Fascism, but
today those of the ilk of politically correct thought would have us believe
it’s just a new world order. The
only place left where one can find the remaining vestiges of those with full
time employment and a health care package befitting royalty in
In the last election, both candidates
were sons of son-of-a-guns. Maybe
now is the time for American’s to finally cast adrift the romanticized
infatuation with the ridiculous, loathsome, vacuous fairy tale: the absurd
notion popularized in the sixties of Camelot with its asinine idea of an
heir-apparent. The only thing
nepotism has spawned is begetting a once removed from the original
whey-faced-whelp-of-a-man. One from
Yale, the other from Harvard, learned in the practiced art of slight-of-hand.
One speechifying poorly the notion that he is one of us while the other,
with help from handlers, tries to wheedle us to believe he is the better man.
To all Americans, private business
owners, entrepreneurs, working mothers and fathers trying to raise a family, to
all gay and straight singles, and significant others, and to the salt of the
earth: our parents and grandparents, the working class heroes who fought for, or
stayed home, to help preserve and build this great nation, many of whom now must
make the daily choice between medicine or food.
To those of you one mortgage payment away from becoming homeless, to all
of you who will never read this due to some medical deficiency, lack of
education, or poor life choices who are in the throes of despairing poverty.
Whatever your color, ethnicity, creed, or
financial status, it is my contention that despite all the broken promises and
unfulfilled wishes of our birthright and heritage, in spite of the bankruptcy of
our representative government, I believe that the American dream is not forsaken
but merely deferred.
We are overwhelmed by the daily
influx of facts and truths of the besmirchment of our nation’s institutions by
greed. As we witness the results of
the last sixty-five years of history, we must become vigilant to what oozes up
from the cracks in our foundation of liberty.
That it not be allowed to morph itself into the emergence of some
political messiah wanting to enact Marshall Law to cleanse the nation of what he
perceives is making it ill.
We must not wait some distant spring
hoping for some fortuitous cosmic intervention. Nor is it time to sit on our
collective asses and let history record the blame and complicity of this
nation’s citizens for the demise of its democracy.
We must never shirk, relinquish, nor abdicate our responsibility to this
generation and future generations to the rights of free men and women to
self-determination. We must never
feign amnesia to our principles and convictions.
We must be willing to fight the fight in honor of those who came before
us who shed their blood and perished for our core beliefs.
In spite of the adversarial tide of propaganda and special interests that
uses our differences to sow dissention, to divide and conquer us, we must never
acquiesce to those adherent to the teachings of hate.
Lastly, we must recognize the abomination of these collaborationists and
acknowledge the Achilles heal of their offers of comfort over freedom.
©Philip J. Rappa 2002
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