RICH GET RICHER BIG BULLY BULLDOZER AGENDAS

Holy Smokes, man! Even in the tiniest, dustiest, smokiest, nowhere dead-end, dilapidated desert ghost towns, there are always some wealth worshipping fascists and compliant suck ups and fat cat schemers and crooks trying to pound the town into some ego pleasing picture of fake golf course luxury livin'. Just gotta get rid of those pesky lower class people. Import some more outta state, money havers, somehow.

Sometimes, all the people in the neighborhood are forced to band together to stand against intimidation tactics and selective enforcement of laws. Some of my neighbors appeared at a city hall meeting to express concerns about fly by night developers building multiple McMansions on unsanitary desert swamp flood lands, and forcing poor people off the street to make way for some thus far imaginary, future, out of state, California "big tech money" transplants they think will come in droves to a dead-end town where there is only Wal-Mart, to live in these dumb McMansions next to the sewage treatment plant, in the high winds, sweltering brimstone heat, late summer monsoons, and wildfire smoke. Sheesh, these bureaucrats are so in the pocket of their donors, it is a zero tolerance, goosestepping, box wine mom, tightknit cult. The fly by night contractor they're employing to cut down the woods and build all these sudden pop-up McMansions has done significant jail time for horrifying crimes, but they protect his interests and investments like he's their golden boy baby cakes, it looks like they might even be keeping his criminal past a secret from the young female, authoritarian mayor. It is nothing but corruption. I've only seen that shit in one other place, the frenzied bureaucratic hatred of their constituents. These five shameless pants-suits who sit at this conference table stuffing their faces at a public meeting, nom, nom, nom, and their hysterical city attorney who must be in bed with somebody in the shadows, went full fascist when some locals calmly and with great clarity, expressed their valid opinions that the suits thought jeopardized their get rich overnight bullshit schemes.

One guy, who is way, way more conservative than myself, he was about to be appointed to a planning committee but was hammered and threatened by the city attorney for stating his nuanced view that the culture of the desert southwest allows for unconventional rock gardens and cactus landscaping that might not always appeal to outta town Stepford Wife catalog shoppers, newby builders and developers. Locals also rightly said, that government drones spying on people's backyards was another disgraceful violation of the Bush/Obama eviscerated, fourth amendment. They have temporarily refused to confirm this gentleman's appointment to the planning and zoning committee, as a fanatical disciplinary measure/scare tactic, unequivocally putting him on notice, that they will allow for zero deviation from their big bully bulldozer agenda. They do not care AT ALL about the everyday people's preferences, only about controlling the public's perception. We heard them say that on the radio, when the attorney got all irate as if he's personally invested, just frothing at the mouth, about some dude merely saying people should have a right to landscape however they see fit, and we actually have 'em on tape.

The young blonde local mayor was particularly hostile, resentful, and vitriolic towards a persuasive and articulate mother who read two petitions signed by over 100 local business and home owners and international artists and filmmakers, all defending the rights of citizens to decorate their homes and gardens however they see fit, even if they are not big compound lording, shady millionaires. These so called public servants spent the first three hours of their meeting circle jerking each other about what a fabulous job they are doing, just nauseating self-congratulations for actual hours, praising one another, back and forth, for throwing some self-celebrating, VIP booze party,  and the last two hours, barely containing their rage and spiteful contempt over having to listen to the needs and opinions of their lowly nobody constituents. The city manager and city attorney are hardcore zealots-like Bush/Cheney: "for us or against us", and those they oppose, must be PUNISHED! "Somebody's GOTTA PAY!"

These suits branded concerned citizens as, "opponents", and relentlessly referred to the city in possessive terms, as if only THEY own the streets. The mayor repeatedly cut speakers off curtly and smugly, and basically told them to hurry up and get out of the building, at the end of the meeting, when most of the public had gone, and all hell broke loose over their committee nominee saying he believed that there should be an appeals process for a homeowner whose art is being condemned as useless junk by gentrifying forces. The five women on the city council went full fledged, attack dog, "broken window theory", taking a textbook page from Mayor Giuliani's stop and frisk; and also Lane County, Oregon's notorious poop fiction manufacturing gentrifier, Lianne Richardson who memorably manufactured a whole fake as shit, "poop crisis" to silence dissent and public speaking at public space called Free Speech Plaza in Eugene, Oregon, after which she told the press she deserved a big payday from hotel owners, booj landlords, downtown high dollar attorneys, and sports tourism profiteers, for "changing the culture". The city hall mean girl posse got on their microphones, absurdly repeating the phrases, "rats and feces, feces and rats" 100 times, to imply that anyone with upcycled eccentric garden art, and old metal signs and cow skulls, and old cars on cinder blocks, is posing an imminent death plague crisis to the community-pure bullshit, of course, but it always just so effectively scares the safe-space, middle of the road, middle class tv watchers into blind compliance. Works like a charm. Tell 'em there's "a poopy"! "Doo Doo! Gonna get on YOUUUU!"

 I remember when they had pressure washers in fucking actual years before Covid hysteria Hamzat suits in Oregon's "Wayne Morse Free Speech Plaza", scaring the day drunk Kall Tha Kops Karens into supporting police state crackdowns on advocates for the homeless community. So that same kinda manipulative scare tactic is being employed where I live now, "faeces and rats, faeces and rats”, trespassing on our easement, our easement, our easement, OUR easement!" These people sound like zombies, or dystopian art cops, or fucking robots. The city manager made it plain that his one and only concern is controlling the public perception. The public perception, is of course, somewhat divided-you always have the not-see, "all development is good" capitalists, dutifully waving their flags for perpetually cutting down the wildlife habitat to build more McMansions for "progress" kneejerk, they are always applauding bulldozers and wars and over copping. Then, you have the property owners who support both new homes that they've been misled to believe will generate jobs, AND the right of private property owners to decorate their homes, gardens, and privacy fences, however they see fit. Then, you have the majority of the local population, who are poor and elderly and suffering from dental problems, who all know we are all being strongarmed out of our own neighborhoods by out of state grifters, con artists, hucksters, gentrification hustlers, and a rude and tone-deaf city hall, who are obviously owned and operated by big, shady business interests.

They honestly sounded like my middle school's kiss ass yearbook committee sucking up to admin for extra credit, back in the day. That female mayor is something else. Mean Girl City. Whoa. I never liked the honcho personalities, these five hungry honchos are so drunk on power, they seemed like cartoon super villains: "MINE! MINE! IT'S ALL MINE!" Disney witches. You can't fight city hall. These people are puppets for deeply entrenched evil powers. Total authoritarians. With boozy big gulps. Jeepers! I think the faces behind the table are kinda told they are the ones in power, like Obama and W Bush, but deep down, they probably know that the city manager, the lawyers and secretive fraternal lodge advisors are really the ones who are calling the shots. Like the fake as fuck shitlib fraud squad of congress, five or six females are always lined up behind some table to give the middle class some illusion that "educated females" are running shit for the benefit of science and diversityTM when really, it's just the same old deep state, secret lodge, good ole boy patriarchy who's really pulling the strings. The central casting rebrand faces are only allowed to throw their weight around by pointing the cops in the direction of any undesirable lesser thans who threaten their personal prestige or special drunk in public privileges. The power trips are like fuckin, "WHOA!" What the fuck is wrong with these people? They are all like hungry, hungry hippos.

Remind me of oversized former athletes, or instantly forgettable pop bands in the midwest, just batshit delusional, power drunk fuckin' Little Lord Fauntleroy figureheads with gargantuan and insatiable hungry ghost demands and that totally bonkers outta proportion kooky entitlement. They're all so proud to know a cop or drug dealer, or have a rich sports mom. Sheesh. Usually, when I start seeing all this kinda shit, that is my signal it might be time to pull up the stakes of our little gypsy caravan and ease on down the road, but with ripoff rents and low wage jobs and USA gas companies stealing from everybody and laughing, "Blame Putin!", all the way to their private island bugout bunkers or seized from other oligarchs super yachts, I have thusfar not figured out our next destination. Nobody welcomes poor folks nowhere. We've been intentionally immobilized by the powers that be. And NO ONE "represents" our actual interests in office or media or elitist ivory tower colleges. It's all been hijacked and weaponized by like, Rand corporation think tanks, and Great Reset Zillionaire, big tech-dictators.

While attempting to stay indoors and avoid meth crazies and gentrification scumbags, I saw some suck ass, secondhand, lifestyle programming, unreality show where a poor, misguided, glutton for punishment, conflicted, troubled old tv sucker was lured back on to unreality tv, with the false promise of money and fame, but he was once again just cheaply exploited for his value as a useful tv villain/unwoke-vaping-drinking-cussing, shit rolls downhill, dummy kickdog for always being off script. He was an outspoken Malcolm X freedom fighter in his twenties but never attended college and failed to learn the new rules or update his shitlib lexicon. I think he wants to be a Chappelle or Pryor, but kinda lacks their sophistication and quick wittedness. He was severely admonished by an empowered faux-wokeness woman for not being racially combative enough, his position was that he did not exclusively self identify by his hue and therefore did not always feel obliged to school everyone he met with P.C. identity politics. This outraged the faux woke woman, who decided he needed to be punished for his apathy, and for not defending her honor among dense white  folks, so she relentlessly kept belligerently trying to debate and badger the dude, until he called his associates off-set to passive-aggressively complain that she wore big fake wigs everyday but still talked incessantly about realness and wokeness, so she called her big giant pro athlete sized husband to come beat the scrawny, smaller guy into wokeness. Scrawny guy's argument was people in his own community were media ruled and divided and had problems with violence, so she promptly determined she had to have her woke woman last word, by calling in a bigger, macho, hyperprotective, aggressive barbarian, musclebound dude to come rescue her for feminist empowerment and beating up scrawny dude she's offended by.

This is TV programming's idea of wokeness-learn the script and obey your higher-up's, OR ELSE! Yeah, so she taught him a real lesson about her superior position in the capitalist hierarchy, but also kinda proved how all his arguments were correct-about how we, the little people, keep getting fooled, bamboozled and hoodwinked, herded and sheepdogged back into our little sub-category, preferred label, safespace college campus playpens, via all this weaponized identifying and celebrity worshipping and rule mongering...all this woke politeness and etiquette always backedup, of course, with the threat of violence. Which was all just okey-dokey with their castmates who placed all the blame on the outcast blamehound. He sulked glumly off the show and only the preacher could bring himself to be civil to him after he offended Her Wokeness. Right now, pig-media is redirecting all our rage over bullshit inflation, jacked-up rent, low slavery wages, and bipartisan lies for war and tech censorship back in to business as usual, red versus blue culture- war distractions.

Last time we heard from Martha's Vinyard plantation lounging, endless war superstar, Obama, he was telling rich athletes not to go on strike to protest racist police, and rather than focusing on the economy which media only measures by Wall Street profiteering, or how Biden is giving always more billions and billions, every other day, to the white nationalist proxy army in the Ukraine to fight Russia by proxy, and/or Israel to keep Palestinians under boot, all while these tv actors just masterfully manipulate the masses with tired old, works every time, wag the sheep, abortion or gun control wedge issue debates, cause they don't want us ever uniting(!!!) against our COMMON oppressor, the sold-out politician whores for war, tech-surveillance overlords, and corporate billionaires, who profit from our collective miseries, which is what the tv unreality show villain said, however poorly on that pseudo-woke unreality show. His main mistake was going on tv. They just used and abused that poor sucker. Look at the bad guy. The in crowd, they aint good, they just know how to hide and lie. Drink their mimosas, copy shitlib celebrities from unreality tv's "lifestyle programming". Not me, man, at heart, I'm kindof like, a Cosmic Psycho. Ya dig?