Tipping Point on the Road to Amarabia A Retrospective From the Great Beyond

Table of Contents

Preamble

Preface

Part 1:  Was there a tipping point in Amerikas decline through socialism and into Amarabia? 

Part 2:  When would American Howard Beales have bellowed: "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!!"? 

Part 3:  What would have made it so?

Part 4:  Who would have made it so? 

Part 5:  What would have been made of it?

Preamble

A la recherche du temps perdu.  Marcel Proust

From the Great Beyond, Pitchfork is not allowed to give away these moments in American history.  But hes been OK'd to discuss some of his opinions about whassup in a distanced past tense.  Rules is rules, especially when it ain't over when its over.  Gotta keep it between the lines, don't you know?  Looking back, the view is special, though there's more to be seen than meets the eye from Beyond Town.

Preface

 Pitchfork had heard and read it equilibrated that Americas most recent socialist President and political Messiah was educated during young, formative years in Wahhabi Islam and Catholicism.  Wahhabism was among the most vicious and intolerant of Muslim sects.

Equilibrated, old man?  Equilibrated?

The man's taken, not given, name would have been a disingenuous genuflection to any Pope or Patron Saint in Christendom to his time.  It was written by others that 15 of the 19 dead terrorists on 9/11 were Wahhabi.  None was Catholic. 

When was the last time a U. S. President bowed before and kissed the ring of a country's leader, most notably Saudi Arabia's King Abdullah, a Wahhabi?  So was Osama bin Laden's cult.

Could it have been that dupes and stooges in politics and press were ready, willing, and able to break ground to build Amarabia? [You may prefer Amerabia.]  Were U. S. Cabinet Secretaries, Congressional socialists, and injudicious judiciary and their assorted flunkies witless missionaries of war, intolerance, hate, and violence in trashing America not just for socialism, but, further, for the Wahhabi way?

If this was only about rights and the right thing to do, an Obamian Amerika would have been plenty of evil enough.  If this was about more, then the devil already had the hindmost.

The weaker had been Amerika's faithful, conservative, capitalist, Constitutional resolve and the lesser its resources, the easier had been the trip past Lady Liberty down freedom's hills on the road through socialism and downward into Amarabia, an empire the other side of paganville. 

TIPPING POINT ON THE ROAD TO AMARABIA       

A RETROSPECTIVE FROM THE GREAT BEYOND,  

AN INTRODUCTORY POEM

Chorus:

It's my story,          How'd I get here?      Yes, you'd think        Panic, crisis,
Stickin' to it.            Where've I been?      They'd give it up.      Smoke, and mirrors,
Reachin' back to       Weird to watch it      Coreless wretches.    Tyrants pimping
Help 'em through it.  Once again.              Empty cup.              Human fears.

Had a dream,           Hacks and flacks,      See buck suckers      Freedom fails -
Wasn't pretty,          Fools and fakers.       And vote vultures     Less liberty,
About my country -   No fresh air              Cut you up in           Morals, values,
Hungry kitty.            Under takers.           Tiny cultures.           Sovereignty.

Burning plain,           ...can get what        A ruler wears            Freedom flies.
Suffering city, in       You play for, son.     A liar's crown.           Freedom rings.
My rearview mirror.  It's One for all and    Truth's bottoms up,     Freedom laughs.
More's the pity.        All for One.              Not tops down.         Freedom sings.

Trespass on             Hubris eats a man     Evil is as                 Goodness is as
A nation's soul          Right through -         Evil does,                Goodness was -
Goliath stands          Crush down many      Rewind the world      Not blood kin to
Above them all.        To lift a few.            The way it was.        Do-good buzz.
Takes a rock,           Hate so high, with     Time to play the       Repair the tear
Trips, and falls.         Rage they bray -      Good guys game -    In Lady's dress,
In full cry,               Their halos glow        Righteous faith,        Repin the curl
Hear clarion calls?     Is light of day.          Endures the name.   In Lady's tress.

Swear I saw            Does seem odd         Which sides up?        The tipping point,
A magic wand,         To doubt about        Which sides down?     Its ever been.
Driving on in            Which sides in?        Touring round in         Dealing's done.
The Great Beyond.    Which sides out?      Beyond Town.           The fix is in.

It's my story,          How'd I get here?     Yes, you'd think        Panic, crisis,
Stickin' to it.            Where've I been?     They'd give it up.      Smoke, and mirrors,
Reachin' back to       Weird to watch it     Coreless wretches.    Tyrants pimping
Help 'em through it.  Once again.             Empty cup.              Human fears.
From: Tipping Point on the Road to Amarabia: A Retrospective From the Great Beyond, An Introductory Poem. ST1, A-D

 Yes, there was always a tipping point.  It was the human condition:  nothing seemed to last forever, except existential uncertainty.  A tipping point was not an 'if' consideration, it was for sure; the consideration was as to when.

If The Gifted One had stalked quietly into that evil night of Amarabia with his posse of political predators however witless and wanton, Amerika might have naturally abided.  You know, the frog in the frying pan, ever so slowly perishing for graduated acceptance of lower, lower, lower life standards.  Amerika had already degenerated from capitalism to early phases of the mid-stage, Capialism, or Socitalism, on the way to socialism and less, less, less.

Having set aside the truly needy and due, simply, about half of Amerikans the parasite class were on the other half's tab ill-informed, poorly educated, culturally crippled, self-absorbed, and in denial about individual responsibility -  take your pick expecting the change would have been whatever each wanted.  About another half the host class was ill-informed, poorly educated, culturally crippled, self-absorbed, and in denial about individual irresponsibility - take your pick - expecting the change would not have changed so much to matter to each of them. 

That was two silent near-majorities. 

Then, only a thin minority was putting up a stink; whereas, less than a year earlier a thick minority had nearly kicked virulent socialism and worse to the curb to check the imbalance.

Thankfully, gratefully, He-Who-Was-In-A-Hurry had neither wisdom nor wile nor temporal wherewithal; he had gotten on the big mo and mojo.  It was less than 4, maybe less than 2 years before he could have gone limp or lame from opposition, resistance, divergence, distraction financial, political, social, judicial, legislative, Constitutional, international, the evil in others, etc.  And the clamoring cacophony of the complicit and culpable stooges in his cabal of change agents themselves had only slightly less than 2, 4, or, for a few, a little less than 6 years to have gotten 'er done, to have made their bones.  Once made, they might well have been in it for the long haul.  Ride the sick horsey ride, ride, ride.  Giddy-up.

Respectfully, Amerika was not Europe, where socialism had been acculturated and generational the paradigm and Bat Ye'ors jihad-dhimmitude in Eurabia seemed an anti-Crusade done-deal.  Amerika was not Latin America, where despots had come and despots had gone, eventually.  Amerika was not Asia, where territories ranged from authoritarian to autonomous, from third to first world, from central to market economies and hybrids in agrarian, industrial, and technological pursuits, most of which were geographically spread far and wide.

A command economy was natural to socialism, or command governance.  Both command economics and command politics took away and coerced individual freedoms of choice and liberty; elsewise, the rulers could not have ruled and, metaphorically, The-Monarchical-Fetus would have been without a womb, aborted.  Leaders needed followers, axiomatically.  A shepherd needed sheep.  First came command governance, then command economy.  This was not like leapfrog; this transition would have crept along like a wormwalk head first, tail second command governance, command economy.  This transition could have been over quickly, but Amerika was not coup-country.  Not yet, then.

Amerika had the command governance pretty much in place back then; could the command economy have been far behind?  Government was sinking to new depths of tax and squander; insinuate and settle-in; demand and disrespect; seemingly predatory and lawless; make nice-nice censored by mendacious media while the country's Constitutional and constituted course was further corrupted.

 For all to bear witness, Amerika was not what it had been; however, Amerika was not yet so close to where it was headed that you could have seen it in high-def, so you would have had to imagine diminished and deformed and deprived and depraved of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness by governance, by economics, by religion and cult, by worse education, by hate and intolerance given to violence against its own people.  Not altogether.  Then, not yet. 

Some few busied themselves in trashing Amerika, while a few others peacefully assembled.  Some conspired, a few aspired, most just respired.  Most didn't get it, couldn't get it, wouldn't get it.  Not altogether.  Then, not yet.

At the time, trashing what of Amerika?  Trashing wealth; trashing success by any name; trashing prosperity; trashing skill and talent; trashing good luck; trashing freedoms; trashing liberty; trashing capitalism; trashing privacies; trashing failure; trashing choices; trashing productivity; trashing the third wave of economic development; trashing free trade; trashing allies; trashing debt; trashing private property; trashing credit; trashing dreams of better, of being better off; trashing security on levels; trashing individuality; trashing values; trashing the rule of law; trashing individual responsibility; trashing rights; trashing truth; trashing expectations.

There was an ironic respite amidst the race for demonic dominion of Amerika.  And that irony divulged the dolts that were such desperadoes:  none was among the brightest bulbs on the tree of life.  Wealth destruction diminished the volume of wealth redistribution - it was lose, lose, lose - a tragic 3-fer - the destructed, the destroyers, the distributees.  But, it was not about the losses, was it?  Then, it was about coerced servility.

Americans' nonviolent experiences with themselves were common phenomena, natural to the human condition, mostly interpersonal, less so in small groups, and, even less in public popularity and sport contest spectacles like political elections and NASCAR, respectively.

Americans' violent experiences were patchy, but pointed.  It happened. 

Set aside America's brutal experiences when put upon by others or coming to others rescue.

There was it that Americans had only infrequently not gotten along with themselves bigtime.  It happened between the governing and the governed.  On the then-national scale, Lincoln's War of Northern Aggression, papered over with pretense by feckless winners, comes to mind.  There were historical moments and movements of cultural violence, acting out frustration and anxiety from plights of unproductive means to unproductive ends, rights wronged, perverse politics.  On smaller scales grotesquely among them, Waco, Ruby Ridge - the murderous Amerikan federales of the 90s still disgusted.  It happened.

And cruelty, personal and pervasive, could have been and was subtle by Amerikans on Amerikans, delivered daily directly and derivatively by three-letter thugs and a gaggle of other government goons.  It happened, too.

Then did come the Amerikan Jihad, the long and winding road to Amerikan Reformation, the Evil Reformation.  The ingredients were: the leaders - pretenders and criminals and lying sacks and pathological narcissists and sociopaths; massive, targeted, of crisis and panic, of smear and strong-arm; seemingly inevitable and overwhelming and overrunning ooze and slick of federal government to control and control more; pitiful and pitiable pretexts for overarching, over-reaching tax and squander; hostile media abetted hostile perps, malcontent and misguided do-gooders at best.  It was in their natures. 

"Good intentions, along with her handmaidens, hypocrisy and envy, are the most rightfully despised of all human characteristics. Liars are, usually, interesting. Fools can be quite entertaining. A greedy man might make you rich, even if only by chance or mistake. But the do-gooder full of his good intentions is always a bore and sometimes a tyrant."  Porter Stansberry

Plus, there was a countryful of complacent citizenry inculcated in carefully crafted ignorance of heritage and horizon.

The outcomes of Amerikan governing-governed violence were not much mixed the governing usually prevailed.  Common threads favored the governing:  corruption of the American Constitution, principally in regard to sovereignty and the parsed powers; enemies picked carefully for money and control, an industrial society took on an agrarian society; for liberty, unarmed oppressed took on armed oppressors; for power, a lot of men with a lot of guns and more took on a few men, women, and children; for political expedience, they let 'em burn down their own neighborhoods; for elitist distinction, there were lies, threats, and intimidation by the governing to the governed. 

Part 2 of 5:  When would hordes of American Howard Beales have bellowed: "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!!"?

Had a dream,           Hacks and flacks,      See buck suckers      Freedom fails -
Wasn't pretty,          Fools and fakers.       And vote vultures     Less liberty,
About my country -   No fresh air              Cut you up in           Morals, values,
Hungry kitty.            Under takers.            Tiny cultures.          Sovereignty.
From: Tipping Point on the Road to Amarabia: A Retrospective From the Great Beyond, An Introductory Poem. ST2, A-D

When?  Sooner or later, but not too late. 

Why not too late?  The American spirit was too potent, pervasive, and practiced to have failed outrightly.  Freedom and liberty had that effect on a person, on a sense of family, God, country.  Many of these folks so effected were still alive.

Needn't have smugged-up: the sun also set, and it would rise after all; this wasn't about perfectibility of people; it was about perfectibility of goals, the divinity of human potential its rise and fall and rise.  Many disagreed.  So, to those many who worshiped humanity, they could have thought of it this way: trashing America was about the perfectibility of a few; its surcease, its alternative was about the perfectibility of many.

Not too late could have been way down the road to Amarabia the farther down, the farther back.

Change was in the wind, it had been canted and chanted.  He-of-the-Teleprompter:  had better have been wary of that which you had wished for and had won with.

Change was of four sorts.  Which one was in the wind?

It was not when change was unexpected and didn't happen.  That was moot.  It was not when change was expected and did happen.  That was validation.  It was not when change was expected and did not happen.  That was for venting, for denial, for tolerance, for hope, for another day.

It was change of the fourth kind, when real, palpable, on your carpet and in your face change was not expected and did happen.  That was betrayal; it threatened, then angered for retribution, for remedy.  In graduation: it was when giving, giving in, and giving up were all that was going on; it was when you're not changing, when your status quo had been defiled, upset, interrupted, taken from you, used against you; it was when your pony got sold off or slaughtered; it was when your stake in life was pulled up and handed to another; it was when you body, mind, heart, and soul were cornered, trapped, staring into the pit; it was when the imposed condition of your existence was of dread, dishonor, peril, inequality, indignity, indecency, injustice, lowliness, humiliation, and shame the vilest of creatures.

Note well that there had been a disconnection of America's people and governance from the get-go.  This disconnect was not in the importance of governance, but rather in the process of governance not to have been tops-down, but bottoms-up.  Big government was not a done deal in the latter 18^th century; au contraire mes amis, big government was purposely shunned.  The Framers knew that the governing were inherently corruptible and that corruptibility varied directly with the size and scope of governance. 

Time passed, the public trough got bigger, the snouts more numerous. 

The American Constitution was capitalist-friendly a state-by-state vs. federal tension of choice generally as to precedence; reliance on the individual; federal powers limited by specifics; distinct, divided and distributed authorities; checked and balanced; etc.  Semi-capitalism capialism or socitalism mostly trumped politics, still, in Amerika, but losses piled. 

Day-to-day, capialism still meant every job, whether paying or paid for; whereas, governing presented an absolutely nonproductive circus of hacks, flacks, philistines, and flunkies.  The singularity of wealth creation in governed hands blurred with government increase in means of production via increase in human dependency and, in addition to myriad rules, regulations, bureaucrats, and bureaucracies, in direct ownership of going concerns.  Sing it: Change, change, change; change of fools.

 Socialism is a governance of producers thereby unable to lift their lot in life by means of improved productivity whether by knowledge, exertion, risk-taking, or other investment of money, mind, or muscle.  Pitchfork

 Dissing the U. S. Constitution earmarked America's enemies by whatever titles they touted, flags they flew, bucks they banked, or deities they held dear.  Americas enemies were not buddies in some cockamamy, kumbaya coming together; America's enemies ranged from early century primitive barbarians to contemporary, technologically adept barbarians.  America's enemies would have put a big hurt on you if they could, again from without and from within - dressed in a dishdasha or di la Renta. 

Dissembling or, worse, deference in connection with America's enemies was of, by, and for the weak, the cowards, the treacherous, and the treasonous; universally disrespectful in ways, it was an enemy's enticement to probative challenge, direct confrontation, and potential chaos.  Kissing enemy rings and asses wasn't politics; it was portentous, pathological pandering.  And so it went, too, with having conditionally supported allies in their life-and-death struggle.

It was sooner or later, the maddening.  It was when change of the fourth kind, of unexpected change ranted or real - was foreseen and feared or realized and resisted in consequences and consequences of consequences.  For the tipping point the fear, the resistance must have resonated; unbearable suffering must have been personal and shared by recognizable majorities.  Talking buttheads wouldn't have done it; talking to yourself and, then, to your neighbor would have.  The massing would have followed. 

A popularity contest of dilemmas, guilts, and bigotries had started the Evil Reformation full tilt.  Would it have been an unpopularity contest of betrayal and threat, of fear and resistance that ended it?

Part 3 of 5: What would have made for the tipping point of Amerikan decline in liberty and freedoms?

Burning plain,           ...can get what        A ruler wears           Freedom flies.
Suffering city, in       You play for, son.     A liar's crown.          Freedom rings.
My rearview mirror.  It's One for all and    Truth's bottoms up,   Freedom laughs.
More's the pity.        All for One.              Not tops down.        Freedom sings.
From: Tipping Point on the Road to Amarabia: A Retrospective From the Great Beyond, An Introductory Poem. ST3, A-D

Whatever, there must be a majority resonance of anguish and agony beyond resentment and restraint, a sickened and visceral sense of insufferable evil in the house.  Slow, surreal, slip-slide socialism would have taken a long time to recognize on the big stage for its evil manner.  Hallelujah, most players were in the fast lane.  Godspeed; the sooner  outed and ousted the better.

Three matters could have come to mind to hasten the day of reckoning godless leadership, rule of law and order, something really big and likelier sudden.

First, there had been persistently if not pervasively virtuless and immoral national leaders and lackeys.  Oh, take a few snapshots from a thick, Presidential portfolio alone the Oval Office carpet despoiled, open market mechanics recanted, despotic beasts bowed over and broed.  There were the repugnant and disrepute:  flood the stream of godless governance and dam the stream of religion, morality, and virtue.  You can't have fooled some of the people hardly ever or not for long.

Socialism must blind morality individual judgment of good and evil, of right and wrong - and morality's source, socialism's antagonist religion and morality's use individual virtue by amoral subjugation to the governing.  One-on-one, individual sovereignty has been anathema to coerced equality, as state sovereignty has been anathema to federal socialism. 

Governments repression of individual prosperity by repression of individual opportunity has ever been a tough pill to swallow whole, especially for those who've been there, done that; people have been defamed, deposed, and dead for lesser evil.

There could have come a time when losing freedoms shades to too many freedoms lost.  There could have come a moment when submission slithers into servility; it has been an in-your belly thing.  There have hung imprints of the America you knew, the American Way and, looking around, this wasn't it.  Could it have been that government force had become recognizably too much government and too much force?  Evil is what it is and, in abundance, cannot be abided by greater numbers in Amerika.

Second, the rule of law and the rightness of things had been bent to serve the governing and not the governed.  When was a contract not a contract?  When was it that what you owned no longer belonged to you?  When was alien invasion OK?  Had you seen an abortion from start to finish?   Who shouldn't distinguish country from government?  When was transparency not transparent?  When was social assimilation wrong?  Why wasn't multiculturalism divisive of a national identity?  What was good about the godless secular?  Were single-parent families government-promoted again?  What meant fair?  Equal outcomes, equal wealth, equal abundance, home ownership; equal stuff how were these legal rights?  What made America tick its government or its economy?  How about having your pay regulated, too, hmm?  What was wrong with playing by the rules?  What was it with not honoring honorable heritage?  How many cultural diseases could you name?  What was Constitutionally right about taking from the sort-of poor and giving those takings to the really poor?  How did federal government legally engage in welfare, health care, defenseless death, education, etc.?  How productive was government?  How did government create wealth?  Go on, could you have named scapegoats of government in your lifetime?  Was it wrong to be wealthy?  Was it wrong to have had the opportunity to be wealthy?  Was it wrong to have been more productive than the next guy?  Could you have named an enemy country to which The-Apologizer hadn't apologized?  What was right about inequality of failure?  What was right about the welcomed private and public company of felons and would-be felons, extremists, separatists, tyrants, and sworn enemies?  Would you have fought against disclosure of your birth certificate in courts across the fruited plain?

Third, something was big enough to engage passions across a purposely divided population could it have been about money; could it have been about desperate governance; could it have been about a naked Emperor?  Could it have been something else?

What about the money?  Money not taxed, taxed, and overtaxed and taxed some more; money squandered; money earmarked; money devalued; money secreted; money worth less; money converted; money bailed out; money taken by threat; money locked up; money disappeared; money owed on a string without end; money too dear; money purposely destroyed; money fractionally banked; money backed by air; money invested at greater risk and lower return; a swamp of make-believe money. 

This was about a fundamental uncertainty. Whose money was it, anyway?  How shall value be judged?  What was left of determinate, compelled, assured, expressed freedoms to act?  Money marked to market?  Money marked to book?  How much is mine today?  Tomorrow?  What'll it cost me today?  Tomorrow?  What can it have returned today?  Tomorrow?  You could have done your own taxes?  You winged it to your ends and not the nations?  You had a sense of this that you would not let on?  You told where the money's gone?  Would have gone?  You told any money story and stuck to it?

And desperate governance?  It has been mentioned; this was about the desperate, dark side of the death star of the governing's forceful domination alluded to or acted out in any form.  This would have been where true colors of corruption stayed aloft in spite of a nationwide commonweal to lower the perfidious petard of deliberate dependence.  That commonweal and the buck-sucking vote vultures were on divergent courses.  What happened when atlas shrugged hard?  What about successful, litigious assault on governance-gone-wild?  What about states secession?  What about sustained violent terrorism nationwide?  How about the Chi-Coms stop banking Amerika and other creditors capitulate, too?  

The naked Emperor was a special case, wasn't it?  Its genesis could have been in at least either of two spawns.  There was the condition of The-Great-Pretender, a disclosed, alien citizenship or, in extremis for all you conspiritorialists out there, say, a disclosed Wahhabin version of the Manchurian Candidate.  Those guys might have conjured The-Obedient on his death bed mumbling happily Wahhabis to the left of me, Wahhabis to the right of me and a shadowy Abdul Wahhab clutching him by his scrawny shoulders saying, Done good favor: Islam all of this, of course, in Qur'anic Arabic. 

And there was the condition of corruption the shocking pink of rabid socialism, utter disregard for the U.S. Constitution and rule of law, raw exercise of the governings' power to force beyond even unpopular pall and before judges with stones to sort legal justice from political, social, and economic justice.  Had all risen?

An unimaginable, official toteboard of frailties and failures of virtue, of character, of morality, of self-interest, of national honesty and honor would have gotten a pass - it was in the nature.  Those were signs and symbols of sufferable evils.

Peoples perseverant, perspicacious paradigm of political performance had been of an assembly of the corruptible and the corrupted varying directly with the extent of the governing's purview and the money to tax and squander or print and squander now and tax later; and, if not the pragmatic pattern, it should have been.  The problem had been majorly with politicians; The Framers' standards for whom of virtue, morality, and so forth had set a bar too high for Socialists liking, loving, and living, which accounted for most of 'em in governance the higher up you went.  The problem had also been bigtime with the scope and size of power and money at hand. 

They're like fallen angels, aren't they?  You know, politicians.  You impart to them your trust, your hope, your sense that they'll look out for you, that they'll do right by you.  Oh, glory, you know that they're human, too; so, you cut 'em slack.  And they slip and slide to the dark side, that is, those who haven't rushed to or resided there already. Pitchfork

However, in the obverse, if American governance succeeds in virtue, character, morality, self-confidence, and community interest, then the peoples current paradigm would have had no roots to have held it down against the distinctly American flow of life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness contemplated and codified once upon a time, now would they had had?  Or, if the trough were small and federal power competitive with each state as originally conceived and codified, then corruption would have worn a choker; federal government would have risked the hard pull of reality in selective or total rejection.  It happened, once upon a time.  Could it have happened again?

Part 4 of 5:  Who would have made it so in the tipping point of Amerikas declining freedoms and liberty?

Trespass on             Hubris eats a man      Evil is as                 Goodness is as
A nations soul           Right through -         Evil does,                Goodness was -
Goliath stands          Crush down many      Rewind the world       Not blood kin to
Above them all.        To lift a few.            The way it was.        Do-good buzz.
Takes a rock,           Hate so high, with     Time to play the       Repair the tear
Trips, and falls.         Rage they bray -      Good guys game -     In Lady's dress,
In full cry,               Their halos glow        Righteous faith,         Repin the curl
Hear clarion calls?     Is light of day.          Endures the name.    In Lady's tress.
From: Tipping Point on the Road to Amarabia: A Retrospective From the Great Beyond, An Introductory Poem. ST4, A-D

The shorter odds would have been on the governing doing the governed; then, the governed doing back. 

The governing were bright enough not to take the sizzle and the steak, so there would have been platitudes, placations, posturing, poster people, perfidy, and prey coming right at you and at you.  Whereas, the governed wouldn't have been aware enough anymore to head for a better place than where they were before the taking or thereabouts; therewith, retreat would have been the least resistant path to the lesser evil.  A higher order of governance than from memory of experience could have been had, but not without creedal certitude; follow the leader required a leader to follow.

It seemed that it was the governing's to lose, didn't it? 

The governing were more organized than The-Contemptuous' notion of the pitchforks; the governing reeked of self-righteous and displaced superiority; the governing reckoned their days unnumbered if they thought that they were past the tipping point; the governing were prone to grin, gloat, smirk not smile they grinned, gloated, smirked.  Happy, happy.  Yes, The-Corrupter and his Constitution-killing, capitalist-killing cronies knew that getting away with murder meant not getting caught.  Ariba.  Ariba.

Divisions of Amerikan society and culture boded poorly for tipping descent, written large on the national psyche.  Can you hear them from here?  It's Mexicans.  Those Freemasons, again.  Brokers, how vulgar.  The obese, yeesh.   Marxist-Leninists, you knew it was coming.  Unions, the Devil's doing.  The left-handed - hate those guys.  None of the above?  Several of the above and the like? 

Divided as Amerikans had been made out to represent, those social and cultural factions, fissures, and fractious, fractured fractions separately could not have prevailed against coercive forces of immoral and virtuless governance.

Do you reckon that Munchausen syndrome characterizes careers of federal buck-sucking vote vultures?  Pitchfork

 Divided Amerikans could sum or succumb.  What would have summed them?  Could it have been a monumental money mess?  Having veered way off a fundamental moral course?  Feared or felt assault on individual survival, freedom, and well-being?  Something else?  Additive?  A collected outrage?

Hold on there, remember:  time was not on the side of the governing, by choice and by circumstance. 

Neither need have been the commonweal, not anymore.  You see, The-Deliverer was as a stupendous Santa on steroids a majority mob had dreams come true that were fulfilled on or shortly before January 24, 2009.  It had to have been so if he had said it was so, it was expected to be so then that was it, game-over: expectations were over; it was the way things really were to have become or close enough to it; wish fulfillment was fulfilled; the fans were waiting for the gifts and goodies to have been given to them, each of them.  From all according to their earned achievement; to all according to how much of the other guy's that they hadn't been given already.  Felt so good, right?  Ho, ho, ho. 

Would that it were ever not thus. 

No way was it to be so, to be thus the dreams, the expectations baked in these countrymen's cakes were one-off, like kids wishes at Christmas, personal, not principled except by national neuroses of guilt and bigotry.  Some would compromise and some would shut-up about it; but not all and maybe not most.  Money problems of all sorts in an unhealthy economy could have been the unifying motive.  Or, maybe government in brutal mode?  Cosmic chicanery? 

It would have been swell to resolve this at the opinion and voting polls and preserve the domestic tranquility a soft landing. 

Opinion polls could have nibbled at the present pack of the self-seeking like attempted death by duck bite which nibbling weakens but needn't destroy.  Opinions alone could have slowed down The-Big-Mo-And-Mojo, but not have stopped his trek down freedoms hill.

As for the voting remedy, there were problems three of em. 

One, the general voting polls were only every two years.  The suffering was realtime; the voting remedy was not realtime.

Two, there were so many socialists on both sides of the aisle who surely would have reupped and returned by gerrymandered districting, incumbent advantage, etc.:  a pox on both Chambers and their coalitions of the witless and willful; mucking out those dens of iniquities and inequities would have taken a while. 

And three, there could have been too few true patriots of the Constitution-and-conservative-capitalist kind who would have stood to serve steadfastly, waiting their turn to internal power.  Only rare, true patriots would have lived to labor in Amerikas capitol sties. 

If a tipping by polls was prolonged, suggested as ineluctable, national damage of wide variety could have been done, not to be undone without other opposition, do you think?  A trough short of the other guy's lunches could have been a sorely missed trough, indeed.

A real third political party or gutted and rejiggered Republican Party definitively faithful, found at the conservative end of capitalism may have been ripe for the running first, to collaborate, then to co-opt.  Members would have to have been without reminding of the corrupted old men and women whom they were chasing off the national stage, the rest of the socialist-stained losers, so-called moderates, really fallen capitalists and grasping socialists, really socialists all.  It could have been this indistinction alone that foundered clear-headed thinking within and without the Chambers by the appellations Republican and Democrat.  Of itself, having been confused over time, the determined descriptives of capitalist and socialist (and possibly, therein, conservative and liberal) would have honestly served the commonweal, having told it like it was.

These newcomers must have been folks who would have gotten that it was not just about the economy else, it could have been same-old same-old; that it was about illegal, third-world invaders unassimilated, not deported, parasitic bigtime, and still crossing borders; that it was about prolife and it was not about prodeath an extension of the then famous no child left behind; that it was about government pulling back and it was not about partnering; that it was about strong military and it was not about publicly pissing on an ally's leg; that it was about lower taxes and it was not about stimulating the governing; and so forth.  That is, economic and social issues mattered; a persistent pattern of The Founders' principles prevailed.

Back then, Amerikans taken together lacked a national identity of principles, like the stark Head in pieces by Padamvir Singh or the colorful In pieces by Cris Orfescu rather than a broadly recognizable American montage.  Too many Amerikan castrati, too few cojones, too much hyphenation, too little affinity.  Education-by-agenda had devalued values, redefined the moral, eschewed excellence, said diversity and meant division for a few generations minimum.  The numbers bulged of snouts in the public trough, of folks on the other guys chit. 

Amerika may have been a metaphysical pot of peoples, but there was not a lot of melting going on; a single, Amerikan society was a figment; whereas, Amerikan societies were a fact.  There may have become a social storm or storm of societies in time, but not off the blocks unless the unexpected change were humongous. 

Amerikan societies may have pitted against each other, but not readily to have risen as one; there was no one and the reprobates who made it that way would that it be kept that way.  In a sense this was another perversion of the governing, with the old divide and conquer in this: divide and not be conquered.

In another sense, the strategy divide and not be conquered was a  setup for socialism.  The more divisions of society, its cultures, the greater likely to have confected class wars, the less likely that federal abuses would have made for majorities of discontent, the greater likely that federal print, tax and squander could have been targeted for abuse and advantage.  Albeit, The-Misogynist-Of-Lady-Liberty did not conjure this cunning corruption, it looked to Pitchfork that it went up another notch.

But, Amerikans altogether then did not lack a national identity of practice, expectations of life as usual.  Everyone had an identity of practice.  The-Undoers undoing could have been on insults to practice; it would have redounded to counterparties to have taught the principles U. S. Constitutional and conservative principles from which national identity followed.  Inshalla.

The more the affinities of practice, the meaner the march down the long and winding road.  Gathered up, there could have been more than Hell to pay.

So, what was up when your doctors not your doctor anymore, thus said a no-name government bureaucrat?  And another no-namer said dear old Dad would be cut-off his meds then and forever after, which shouldn't have been too long, you know?  They took your property just like that, for what?  There would be no more guns for you, buddy?  What's happened to our budget?  Your rides been forbidden; you have to buy a cubby-crampy crash-cruncher made in Amerika or somewhere else by government and foreigners?  It wasn't that you were not making it like you used to, dear; it was that you were not making it at all.  How many were still unemployed?  Could you have named the world's largest, intolerant, fierce, expansionist, dominating, subjugating, enslaving, irrational, incoherent, rights-smothering cult?  Was it you who said there was a czar of czars?  Pick one to have lived by:  sharia or the U. S. Constitution?   How many affirmations would a new Affirmative Action have affirmed?  You didn't say it did you, that The-Grinner didn't back Israel in its fight for essential existence?  You had said that interest rates were high and higher and home foreclosures were over the top again?  What had you meant, Whats 200 Frenchies in dollars?  You meant to have told me they were still into financial rape?  You learned that the illegal alien-citizenship journey was built to be gamed, and gamed it was?  When weren't 'social security' other words for 'welfare'?  Who rigged the census?  Why were so many banks still failing?  Could government have done anything it wanted?  Many had known all along that The-Kenyan was . . . well, Kenyan?  How about more dead folks in the U.S. from terror attacks in a year than Americans in Iraq in all its time?  Our allies had become our enemies and our enemies had become our friends?  What if lying sacks really did lay on thousands a year to your electricity bill?  The-Defamer snatched Iraqi loss from the jaws of Iraqi victory?  Countries burned crisp?  Look hard: did you see tripwires?

Part 5 of 5:  What would have been made of it the tipping? 

Swear I saw            Does seem odd        Which sides up?       The tipping point,
A magic wand,         To doubt about:      Which sides down?    It's ever been.
Driving on in            Which sides in?        Touring round in       Dealing's done.
The Great Beyond.    Which sides out?      Beyond Town.         The fix is in.
From: Tipping Point on the Road to Amarabia: A Retrospective From the Great Beyond, An Introductory Poem. ST5, A-D

How confrontational would have become the maddened? 

Confrontation, conflict could have ranged from the passivity of votive candles to active violence. 

Amerikans were not deferred gratifiers.  Fear and threat have not ever been for peaceful, protracted contemplation.  Conflict of whatever sort would not have been between groups of the governed principally if at all, but rather between the governed and the governing, the oppressed and the oppressor. 

What of the tipping? 

Depended.  Depended on how fast the tipping.  Depended on how far the tipping.  Depended on means and methods.  Depended on things sure.  Depended on things unsure.  Depended on the unforeseen and unforeseeable.  Depended.

A crucial matter:  terms and conditions, that was, whose terms and conditions.  Turbulence abounded.  One matter was not in conflict: there would be a winner and a loser.

The scorecard to follow did not meddle with sifting simplifications into serial sorts of things or other obscurities, though such was life in the moment.

Let's take them one at a time.

Depended on how fast the tipping. 

If paddy-cake, paddy-cake, bakers man was to have been the theme of get-togethers and, later, let's do lunch, then, no matter how many reveled at rebellion, the self-satisfaction from having participated had better to have been satisfaction enough.  Manic monsters dedicated to destroying capitalism and the rest of the American Way could have shut and shuttered their windows while they worked it out.  Party on.

If all would have gone the way you hoped, wanted, and expected, then it'd work out swell, right?  Underprepared was always an option and, to an extent, a given philosophically and pragmatically.  There was no 'just add water' way to convey what was not known and why its pursuit was worthy; time at the granite knee of life experience was perilously, painfully personal.  You have had to have been there.  You had to pay attention to what you were doing; you had to pay attention to what was being done to you.  You had to pay.  It was a dangerous world and you were in its midst.

Power's corruption wasn't a perverse pervasion peculiar to national government, be it having been borne there as with all others of monopoly interest and ignorant disinterest.  Caldron's of corruption simmered in the complicit and the culpable guilds, authorities, and associations having claimed jurisdiction right on down to your own backyard.  Lacking the Framers' dynamic tension of governance, balances of power not only failed between branches of authority but also between the governing and the governed. 

Favor: governing.

Was there benefit to patriotic get-togethers?  Sure there was, if the party-goers:  got on with it;  put 'em to good use; made more of 'em than speeches, sing-alongs, and soft drinks.  Else, what was to celebrate that you hadn't yet lost it all to menacing mediocrity?  That all of you could tolerate tyranny so far goody, goody? 

If the vote was all she wrote, it'd be a long, long, winding road to and through socialism and on downward.  Suffering without end could have become a way of life.  Turning back, suffering would have been a way of life eventually with an end if the governed endured an uncertain proposition.  Periodic, two-year long ceasefires in a War of Federal Aggression played the governing's game.  Wibble-wobble, wibble-wobble, ho, hum, ho. 

Additionally, odds against the governed included numbers of ballots sourced from more and more parasites.  Dependency self-perpetuated:  you could reap that which you sowed; you could not reap that which you had not sowed.  Vote and vote often.  Good slaves were obedient slaves.  Pass the needle.  Favor: governing.

Straight up, an Article V convention would have been the best and the worst of times.  The best would have been:  effective; efficient; Constitutional.  The worst would have been: complicity in absurdum; obdurate federal establishments.

If the governed's reaction to governance were to have been swift and sure and on the governed's terms, then so would be the outcome.  Pitchfork had said it and read it that "To whom much is given, much is expected." - Luke 12:48.  The notion of reciprocity nestled in a guarded, communal threat wrinkled his brow.  The notion that talent or skill or other worthy marble of character was unearned deeply furrows.  He preferred to turn this coin over ' To whom little is given, much is still expected.'  People rose to occasions, not the other way around. 

Size needn't have counted for much; speed and staying-power counted for a lot.  Government ruled and regulated in time-delay, incompletely, and with administrative incompetence.  Favor: governed.

Depended on how far the tipping.

If a little tipping meant a lot, then the governing could have marginalized the shorts off the governed with a signature move snicker, suck up, and shove it; you could fool many people almost all of the time.  Favor: governing.

If a lot of tipping meant a lot, then the governed must have had to have stoked and stroked their strengths truth of the Constitution and its federal obscenity, coherent numbers that might have endured, and the money river to tax and squander diverted upstream and, for booster rockets a judiciary respectful of The Founders' workproduct without playing 'what would G. Washington have done today?' or affirms that the Courts are where policy is made' or that the Constitution needs to flex, a Flextution; and have hidden the governed's weaknesses carefully acculturated divisiveness and cultivated passivity.  Sure, that would have been a lot of doing; but, which, if done, then . . . Favor: governed.

Depended on means and methods.

Means could have been conventional or unconventional.  Conventional means ranged from the civil to the not-so-civil-at-all.  This would have set the governings table, the governing's game.  At its founding and from its founding, if government was nothing else, it was force violent and not so violent.  Once upon a time, the rulers were way across an ocean.  Then, at the trekking, they were just across a beltway.  Most claimed the greater good and few achieved it.  Favor: governing.

Unconventional meant having tied-off the governings' extant advantages essentially, citizenry's ignorance of The Founders' interests, intentions, and outcomes; ignorance of the human cost of the Evil Reformation; addiction to the hosts levy; capacity to apply force, including and especially savage force on large scales.  Favor: governed.

Methods meant that, whatever the tools, it was about speed, smarts, mettle, and endurance.  The larger the group applying these methods, the likelier would have been their success.  The group didn't have to be larger than the adversary's, the enemy, but it would have helped.  The group did have to be coherent for example, a Constitutionally viable entity was the state.  Given methods with given characteristics Favor: governed.

Depended on things sure.

There was one prerequisite:  whatever the majority having banded together of the governed, participants must have been singularly willful in an objective.

There was one immutable relationship:  there were more governed than governing.

There was one truth:  the U. S. Constitution and contemporaneous writings.

Depended on things unsure.

There would have had to have been the uncertain consequences of consequences.  What would Obamians have done when stopped in their tracks by money, say, too dear or by bailouts gone bust aplenty or by an economy that wouldn't stop collapsing or by the belie and betrayal of a birth certificate or whatever?  That is, tables turned, what would come of the governing cornered, trapped, staring into the pit?

A splendid little war la Secretary of State John Hay, 1898 might have helped The-Beleaguered-One some, though matters could have mushroomed or been polluted by politics.

There was one wild card: What would been the force the governing brought to bear on its own, again, bigtime? 

". . . It is found in nearly all the published speeches of him who now addresses you. I do but quote from one of those speeches when I declare that I have no purpose, directly or indirectly, to interfere with the institution of slavery in the States where it exists. I believe I have no lawful right to do so, and I have no inclination to do so.   Those who nominated and elected me did so with full knowledge that I had made this and many similar declarations and had never recanted them; and more than this, they placed in the platform for my acceptance, and as a law to themselves and to me, the clear and emphatic resolution which I now read:

"Resolved, That the maintenance inviolate of the rights of the States, and especially the right of each State to order and control its own domestic institutions according to its own judgment exclusively, is essential to that balance of power on which the perfection and endurance of our political fabric depend; and we denounce the lawless invasion by armed force of the soil of any State or Territory, no matter what pretext, as among the gravest of crimes.

"I now reiterate these sentiments, and in doing so I only press upon the public attention the most conclusive evidence of which the case is susceptible that the property, peace, and security of no section are to be in any wise endangered by the now incoming Administration. I add, too, that all the protection which, consistently with the Constitution and the laws, can be given will be cheerfully given to all the States when lawfully demanded, for whatever cause as cheerfully to one section as to another."

Abraham Lincolns First Inaugural Address, 1861, from paragraphs 3-5. [Please note that as of this presentation 7 states had already seceded.]

Would federal government have turned ruthlessly against large numbers of countrymen again?  Would The-Dominator have blessed the brutality of the U. S. military and other of the governings gun-bearers to have obediently turned their minds, machines, muscles, and muzzles on fellow Americans?  Would the gun-toters have complied or couped?

Pitchfork had thought that the motive to protect and not put upon countrymen would surely have varied directly with the extent to which those forces had previously put themselves in harm's way. 

What force, you say, would have been delivered to down a state's secessionist insurgency?  Naval blockaded the Port of New York?  Strafed Dallas burbs?  Shocked and awed Idaho?  Stalingraded Minneapolis-St. Paul?  Trade embargoed Maine?  Shermans Georgia reduxed?

What force would have been brought to bear on talk radio?  On federal judges?  On state governors?  On public dissent? 

With what force would the governing have burdened hundreds of thousands of tax skippers?

Depended on the unforeseen and unforeseeable.  There was ever the unforeseen and unforeseeable.

Let's imagine.  How about a tourniquet on dollar credit markets, or a skyrise in rates cutting off The-Ascendant's pricey plans way above the knees?  Thus weakened, the road to Amarabia washed out, maybe reparable, maybe irrelevant.  Turning around should have been a matter of will for the bodies politic.

Or how about C4-packed flying Wahhabis leaping from visitors' galleries of Congressional Chambers in-session.  Would that have smoked-out the Wahhabi-In-Chief?  A bearish betrayal, it would have hastened federal recruitment of conservative sorts, a national identity, a reordering of realities.

And there could have been divine intervention.  The Framers openly had written about divine intervention at-hand throughout the Constitutional creation process and Washington at Valley Forge and afterward. 

In the matter of divine intervention, Pitchfork bore witness himself and on behalf of his granddaughter.  It happened.

"He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler."  Psalm 91:4

 Resolutions on the road to Amarabia were spectral: from journey's persistence for an indeterminate time with a whimper to Amerika's repair, perhaps remedy, with a bang.  Creditors and others fumble bumble fiscal foolishness and an inflation kicker could have taken federal money out of it.  Patriots could have taken back power.  Other circumstances might have blocked the pathway.  The American road experience would have taught volumes for the sentient social scars alone.  And still more natural and disobedient circumstances jointly or severally - could have denied the trip past Lady Liberty down freedom's hill on the road through socialism and downward into Amarabia, an empire the other side of paganville.  Hoo-rah.

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