A diatribe found on the subway by the editor of The Commentarian Blog in the form of a spiral notebook entry printed in pencil, not HB, but much much darker, and I mean printed, not cursively written. It was dated the fiftieth anniversary of JFK’s assassination, “a day that should be commemorated by every lover of liberty, but not for the reasons you might imagine,” our anonymous polemicist said. The piece herein is presented in its facsimile form, photo copied and scanned and then uploaded here in The Commentarian’s Blog . . . we do wonder if this was written non the day it is purported to have been written, by the date line at the top of the page, or if it were written at another time, perhaps even as a fictional account, re-presentation, what else could we have in words to say what it would if this man were writing this as a fictional diatribe . . . we do not know.
Herein lies the piece as found by the Editor/Blogger-in-Chief of The Commentarian:
The fiftieth anniversary of JFK’s death should also cause us to remember that his “Ask not what your country can do for you, but ask what you can do for your country” was a death knell for democracy in America. But being the boobs we are, that one goes over most heads. Try it. Ask if that does not sound like what we now have with government, Republican or Democrat doing little to nothing more for any of us, the People?
JFK was no old New Dealer with a conscience for service, no. His Presidency marked the beginning of the end of government doing anything for the people, marked the beginning of the end of the People being central to what government is entrusted to do. This has been increasing over the last five decades until we have reached the moment in our history where government barely does anything at all for the Public who are the People in complete service of the State, let alone the People, who must remain separate from their role as a Public in order to remain the counterweight for the State.
This is what Kennedy meant by his “Ask not”; he wanted a State that controlled over the People . . . and fuck most of the scum-bag charlatans (andI did have a woman once ask me if it were appropriate to use scum bag as a term of derision for a woman; can a woman be a scum bag; thus, can a man be a bitch; both can be bastards [I have dispensed with the italicizing . . .]). So, what have I said, Hilary Clinton cannot be a scum bag? Donald Trump is certainly bitchy if he is not or cannot in fact be a bitch. No sense of service, no dedication to Truth, only corruption and not even a remote idea of what it would mean to do anything for The People–John F. Kennedy; the grand pimp of the White House.
Do we have a sense of what We the People even means? I doubt it. To commemorate his death as if a great champion of freedom had died is a travesty of Democracy, it is an absurdity paramount . . . John Kennedy had no moral center and no desire to serve the People. He had contempt for the people; the truly first Media President molded in the image of the image mongers, hawking the wares of their degraded ideas. I had a friend whose father recalled that the first words that passed his lips when he had heard that JFK was dead was “Good!”
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