45 years ago today, the naked Fascist era of American Ruling Class Depedations began.
I know we say it every year, but it does seem like yesterday and at the same time, another time and place altogether.
45 Years ago at the moment I am posting this, JFK had a little less than two and a half hours to live. A little less than two and a half hours before the crime that launched these last 45 years of crimes against the nation, its people and the world at large, occurred.
To think of what was destroyed only keeps the heartbreak of that day fresh in our minds. It is a wound that will never heal.
That quiet countdown in Dallas that only we in the present can see through the lens of the past- the hours, then the minutes to the awful moment when everything changed. The moment when this country was truly stolen away from the light and thrust into a maelstrom of darkness that grew thicker with each passing year, with each passing victim fallen before our war machine. And with each death, America's soul grew stunted and began to wither away.
Tick. . . tock. . . tick. . . tock. . . tick. . .
The scope of the destruction wasn't contemplated or even suspected but the Fascists knew exactly what they were going to do and proceeded to do so without hindrance except from legions of DFH's a few years down the road, a resistance so terrifying to them they had to engineer the take over of the government where in the past they had contented themselves subverting the will of the people from the shadows. And take it they did. They resurrected a washed up Movie Star and trotted him out, they wanted him to be their JFK- and so they think he was. The wretchedness of the cynicism behind that charade still revolts me beyond description. The creature that was Reagan dissolves before the memory of JFK in that car, in that blue, blue morning, on that day 45 years ago.
I can only hope that the worsening crash and looming depression puts an end mark to this sorry chapter of history. If there is one good thing that can come up of it, it's that the crime families that run the country will slither off and throw their barbs from the sidelines- just as they did after their failed coup of 1934- and let decent people get things done. This is a dangerous time, we all know that, it represents great opportunity for us just as it does to them. It may even come to a fight as the end of historical eras often do. We shall see.
I prefer to remember that crisp, clear Friday Texas morning, JFK and Jackie in that Lincoln and if you could color that memory it would be the bluest of blues trapped in time, static forever in my memory- a moment frozen when all was well and the future was bright, fleeting away, falling into a black hole of crimes and horrors that litter this sordid little stretch of time.
On this 45th anniversary, let's hope America can return and begin anew becoming the country numberless men and women died believing it could be- Men and women like JFK who died fighting for the chance to make that dream called America, Home of the Free, real.