UNTOLD STORIES 2
The American Nightmare has no boundaries as it were. I had just
recently moved to a new domicile and was talking with the telephone
technician working on my phone line. We were talking shop and I
happened to mention I was a journalist. I told him of my exploits
interviewing everyday people around the country. Then I mentioned the
sad tales of the “New Homeless” and how their high tech and engineering
jobs were being sent to third world countries. I also mentioned the
foreclosure fiasco and all the people living in RV’s or traveling to
family members or friends to live out this non recession. Then he
looked at me with the all too familiar look of loss I’ve seen over
these last few months.
I learned he was a veteran who served in Iraq and did two tours. He
buried many friends who gave their lives in the hot desolate desert.
Emptiness filled the air as he told me he was attending college and
studying for the very jobs that were being outsourced to India and
other third world nations. It was ironic his efforts to achieve the
American dream appeared almost futile at this juncture. Further, he was
loosing his home since it was in foreclosure at this time. After
fighting in a foreign land with hopes and dreams for his future, if he
survived, he was battling for his existence. His dream has become a
night mare.
As we spoke he told me his plight was not an isolated one for he
knew many soldiers who lost everything, home, family and peace of mind.
Soldiers who were activated and sent abroad lost their careers, hopes
and dreams whence they returned stateside. They came home to discover
there was little future in a country that was busy out sourcing their
jobs and closing plants for the corporate bottom line. Struggling with
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder they faced a bleak future at best.
Suicide has become a very real option for some of the soldiers I
interviewed. The reward for giving their all was an empty and uncertain
future.
He was well aware of this new cancer called corporatism and knew
first hand of its callous disregard for humanity. The voice of greed
has overshadowed cries from this dying nation as well as the world
around us. The reality of our existence was more a dark comedy since it
was inevitable we would be consumed by the mongers of material wealth.
It was only a matter of time before the world was in a death grip while
greed squeezed the life out of mankind. It’s all about the money
Paisan, it’s all about the money. With food riots breaking out on every
continent on this planet it’s only a matter of time before corporate
run governments aim their guns on their own populations. Feed them
bullets.
As I traveled across the country I could not believe my ears. Fore
on the radio there was an ad from an investment company. They were
looking for investors who wanted to be on the ground floor of the new
housing boom. They boasted about the boom in foreclosures and homes for
nothing. The advertisement gleefully told of the abundance of cheap
near new homes waiting for investors to gobble them up. I found the ad
patently offensive since it was capitalizing on the loss of others. I
still envision the glazed look of the engineer who lost his home and
ultimately his family to corporate out sourcing and the bottom line.
And now, the reward for fighting for your country was to face
foreclosure and financial ruin whence you returned to the land of milk
and honey. No one is safe from this cancer called globalization and its
brother corporate greed, no one. And well boys and girls epic human
suffering will soon grace a neighborhood near you.
Your Devil’s Advocate
Buffalohair
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Creativity is the byproduct of a fertile mind
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