Those Dern Faint Fuzzies over Austink

As everyone knows, I, Crumby Ovate, in average amateur astronomer mode, sport a Lumicon O-III filter. The O-III gets used a lot. So much use. It has already had to undergo a fingerprint wipe or two. Apart from the shocking results the O-III provides on tight, bright doubles like Sirius the Dog Star, the O-III allows me to espy some heavenly bodies that are otherwise invisible. Some, but not all. For example, I have espied the Crab, Helix and Owl nebulae plus NGC 1501 by employing the O-III. Otherwise, in the heavily polluted sky over the backyard, those objects are invisible. However, most of the other heavenly bodies I am supposed to be able to espy with the O-III, like the Veil Nebula, remain invisible.

While the O-III allows me to espy some faint fuzzy heavenly bodies, the O-III does not allow me to espy those objects, well. No. I can barely see them. Plus the O-III kills or almost kills the associated low magnitude stars. So all I typically espy, in these examples, are gray or grey spheroids.

But that is OK. Gray or grey spheroids are better than nothing. Lots better than looking at the location where some heavenly body is supposed to be, and espying the frigid vacuum of stygian darkness, tiny stars or an airplane.

Yes. An average amateur astronomer like me is liable to be frightened by airplanes suddenly appearing in the ep, field of view (FOV). One night, not long ago, I was attempting to espy M 110 in Andromeda. It was one of those nights when the usual light pollution was reinforced by a search light or beacon or whatever you call those lights that appear to probe up into the sky, sweeping this way and that way. Perhaps that light is located at Camp Mabry. Anyway, there I was, wishing somebody would turn off that extra annoying light or shoot it out, and simultaneously searching fruitlessly for M110 when suddenly a fighter jet flew into the FOV of my ep, filling up the FOV at about 30x. Mercy! For an instant, the whole fighter jet was in the FOV, blotting out the stars. I surely hope that fighter jet doesn’t bomb me or shoot a missile at me, I thought.

Now I hold the opinion that fighter jets and those search lights are inextricably linked. But since those fighter jets have not bombed me, or shot a missile at me, I have not pursued the matter any further.

Mostly, I espy commercial jets in the ep FOV, satellites, rarely birds. One time I saw a bat. Occasionally, meteors streak across. The night sky is a busy place.

Good Goddess All Righty! The daylight is broad and I need an Obama yard sign. That’s right. I need a yard sign to commemorate the upcoming. How the heck do I get a yard sign? Mercy! The upcoming may be over before I can get a yard sign.

What a Druid dialectic! This seemingly interminable election cycle is almost at an end, maybe. Five more days, after today. I have five days to stave off death and get a yard sign before I get to vote.

Yes. Which would I rather have, a yard sign, or five more days?

Is the Upcoming Over, Yet?

Good Goddess All Righty! Will this election cycle end, ever? Mercy! It is still eleven days before I get to vote for Senator Obama. Will I live that long? Maybe. Maybe not.

Since I am fixing to die, I considered voting early. But then I thought, Would that be fair? Would it be fair to burden Americano Land with the vote of a dead Druid? What if my vote decided the election? Could I be held, accountable?

These questions bothered me so much I decided against early voting. Now I shall have to try and survive eleven more days. But what about all the future criminals that are fixing to vote. Maybe a great many of those criminals voted early already. Mercy! I am talking about those criminals who stole or lost all the money, yet have not been convicted of their crimes, yet.

Thousands of those criminals exist and may have already early voted. There needs to be some way of identifying those criminal votes. That way, once all those criminals are convicted, and lose their right to vote, we can go back and discount their votes, retroactively.

Yes. Across Americano Land, thousands of Mammonite criminals are fixing to get to vote. Many may have already, voted early. These are the same Mammonites that employed lying and gluttony against Jesus and Free Enterprise. Yes. These are the same criminals that destroyed, or are fixing to destroy, our faith in small government and trickle down.

What shall happen to all these criminals when Queenlet Palin accedes? Well. They shall all get government jobs on Fox. Yes. Fox shall become the official government TV network. Fox shall supplant all the other media outlets. Fox shall need plenty of new employees.

Many Americanos shall whine, the media is nationalized. This is socialism, commonism (sic)! Yet Queenlet Palin shall go on Fox and remind everyone that Rupert Murdoch, the brave foreign entrepreneur, is still actually in charge of Fox and still gets most of the advertising money advertisers pay over to advertise on the Fox shows. So the nationalization of Fox and the Fox programming monopoly are not actually commonism. No.

Yes. The Fox shall be totally in charge of the hen house.

Redistribute the Wealth

Druids are 110% in favor of moving the wealth down or sometimes side ways. That is why, when the Republican National Committee (RNC) buys presumptive Queenlet Palin a bunch of new outfits, and pays for those new outfits with campaign contributions, Druids are happy.

We just wish that the RNC had spent lots more instead of the 150K chump change. For example, the RNC could have helped out the miserable chinchilla ranching industry by spending a little more, or helped out the mink ranchers or the leopard poachers. The RNC could have spent millions on fur coats, caps, muffs and hats. Yes. Queenlet Palin would look swell in a leopard skin cape and matching hat. Right! Plus its fixing to get cold. Can’t have the presumptive Queenlet freezing to death up in frigid New Hampshire.

Besides, if the RNC did not spend the campaign money on outfits, what would the RNC spend that money on? Easy that, dopey TV ads. Yes. More than likely, dopey TV ads. Those TV ad executives have already gotten a windfall from this election. They don’t need any more chump change.

The dern faucet out in the front yard leaks, but only when the water is turned on. That faucet needs to be replaced. Yet an average person has to be careful when replacing a faucet. Chances are the job of replacing a faucet shall have unanticipated consequences, including three or more trips to Home Depot.

Why not call a plumber? Well, plumbers cost money. And plumbers should cost money. The plumber is not only doing a job of hard work. The plumber is assuming all the aggravation the job entails, like three or more trips to Home Depot followed up by a trip to Crump’s to get parts that actually work.

So what I am proposing is, that the RNC pay Joe the Skinhead plumber to fix my faucet. That way, Joe gets some trickle down and I get my faucet fixed while off loading all the aggravation off on Joe. Plus, if the RNC paid for fixing my faucet, I would change my vote.

Yes. If the RNC paid to fix my faucet I would go on TV and say, Hi everyone, the RNC paid Joe to fix my faucet. Everyone concerned are winners, both Joe and me. Therefore, I am fixing to change my vote in the upcoming. Yes. I shall write in, Ralph Nader.

But of course, it might be pretty hard for the RNC to figure out who I actually voted for. Except for the fact that Druids don’t lie. So somebody from the RNC might ask me the direct question, post upcoming, Mr. Ovate, Did you really write in Ralph Nader?

Then I would have to confess that I voted for Senator Obama.

Joe would have to come out and disassemble my repaired faucet. Joe would have to put the old parts back. Mercy! But the RNC would have to pay for that too.

Meantime, all you donors to the RNC, remember, You get what you pay for. Buh-huh-huh!

The Helix Nebula Revisited

Remember how I whined when I got my new Lumicon O-III filter and still could not espy the Helix Nebula. Well, tonight I espied the Helix Nebula. Yes.

Not only did I espy the Helix Nebula, but I espied the Helix Nebula from my lit up backyard. That is correct. I did not have to go anywhere except out in the backyard. Conditions were better. Oh well, the football field lights were off and the Moon was not yet arisen. Plus more stars than usual were naked eye indicating whatever.

Anyway, the plan was to start in Scutum, then wait until the various heavenly bodies off south moved along the ecliptic into position. M11, M26, NGC 664, check. Dern it. I forgot about NGC 6712.

Then I went in search of M72 in Capricornus. M72 had previously evaded my perusal at least twice. But tonight I found it for the first time ever. Check. M72 is a pretty faint fuzzy.

OK. How about M30. M30 might be worth looking at twice. Off I went searching the heavens for M30. Curiously, once I actually located M30 again, I espied some tiny but bright stars hanging off the bottom of M30 in two strands below the core. This was at about 170x. Very elliptical. This was the best I ever espied M30 compared to the other time.

Hmm, I thought. Espying is good. I found M72 that evaded me before and M30 was pretty cool. I should try for the Helix Nebula one more time. So I lined up the finder on the precise spot where the Helix Nebula is. Then I lined up that spot in the ep. Then I took out the ep and screwed the O-III into my trusty yet goofy 40mm plossl, favorite ep.

Bingo! There it was, a big old spooky grey blob, more or less circular in shape. The tiny stars that normally blink pathetically at that location were snuffed out. Ha! OK. Now I shall employ the Ultrablock on that rascal. Well. I could still see the Helix Nebula, but only because I already knew where it was. The little stars were back. Yet with no filter, nada. Just blinky little stars.

Did I espy the Helical Nebula, well? Course not. The Helix Nebula did not look like it does in the photographs. Nevertheless, I am pleased to personally confirm its existence.


Crumby Ovate, Galaxy Hunter

In the spirit of not seeing heavenly bodies, well, I have decided arbitrarily to espy some galaxies. Naturally, because I don’t want to go anywhere, unless I get to go away from Austink forever, the galaxies I espy should be visible from the backyard.

Many moons ago, before the Druids had a modern calendar, I attempted to espy galaxies from the backyard. Espying galaxies from the backyard is one reason I laid off astronomy for awhile. Too aggravating! Hobbies should not be, too aggravating.

Now though, I have at last figured out that some galaxies may be easier to espy than others. It is the ones that are easy to espy that interest me. Naturally, the easiest galaxy to espy is the Andromeda Galaxy, M 31. Occasionally, with that one I may espy, besides the bright galactic core, some starry haze extending elliptically around the core. Alas, the starry haze never extends all the way out to M32. This fact, for a time, maybe an hour, led me to believe M32 was M110. How stupid is that?

But now I know exactly where M110 is located. All I need is a little less Moon. Then I shall happily espy M110, maybe. Seems like M110 must be pretty dim.

The only other galaxies I have so far knowingly espied are M104, which I lucked out on back before the invention of the modern Druid Calendar, M77 lately, and M81, still more lately.

I am working hard on espying M82, but so far, like M110, it has eluded me. So how many total galaxies is it that I have espied during three years of telescopery? Let’s count them up. Hmm. Five! A mere handful. Dern it!

Is Senator McCain an Islamic Fascist?

No. Senator McCain lacks the ideology for Islamic Fascism. The fact is, Islamic Fascism is the cooky construct of goofy Republican intellectuals who can't do algebra. Besides, Senator McCain would be hard pressed to provide elementary facts about Islam, much less the imaginary phenomena, Islamic Fascism.

Senaotr McCain lacks the ideology for most anything. Senator McCain is essentially a non-ideological person. Yet, to become the next Kinglet, Senator McCain must pretend he is an ideologue of the Republican right. But all Senator McCain actually has in common with the Republican right is anti-intellectualism and a pre-disposition for obtaining trickle down.

That's right. Senator McCain is always first in line for the trickle down. That's why Senator McCain opposes spreading the wealth. Senator McCain wants to keep all the trickle down to himself. So when AT&T provides Senator McCain with free, exclusive phone service at one of Senator McCain's seasonal homes, Senator McCain says, All Righty Then!

Yes. Senator McCain is OK with the trickle down for Senator McCain. But for some reason, Senator McCain gets pissed when anyone else gets a little trickle down. What a mean piece he is. Senator McCain takes free cell phone service from AT&T but would, in niggardly fashion, keep the lights off at the Planetarium.

Oh mercy! The ruling class was really out of ideas when it dredged up Senator McCain as half the twain of the upcoming.

But putting Senator McCain aside for the nonce, how about those rulers. First they lose or steal all the money. Then they convince our dopey Kinglet and our dopey Congress to reimburse all the money they stole or lost. This is their last idea. Now they are completely out of ideas. Except that in Americano Land, where the stupid nearly always prevail, lately, the rulers may come up with some more swell ideas.

M 62

Beelzebubberriffic of DY 2 has been a really bad season. Many perished as mere seeds or eggs. Yes. Untold numbers perished. Only the irrigated prospered.

At last, Beelzebubberriffic is over. Relief, in the form of the succeeding season, Olwen White Track, plus a little rain, has arrived. Praise the Goddess!

But despite all this good news I was habitually fooling around, espying my personal copy of the Pocket Sky Atlas a while back, before the blessed rain came. Suddenly I chanced to discover Messier 62 on page 56. Egad!

Seems like I missed M 62 when I was espying heavenly bodies in Scorpius during the long Beelzebubberriffic summer that is past. Plus, Scorpius is almost gone for DY 2. Scorpius is almost out of sight, and therefore, out of mind. Dern it!

That is correct. One of my self-imposed tasks during Beelzebubberiffic was to espy all the Messier heavenly bodies in and around Scorpius. I thought, the only one I did not epsy was M 14. I purposefully skipped M 14 because I figured it would be hard to find and not worth the trouble when found. So I was startled by the sudden appearance of M 62 on page 56. I got to espy that one. Dern it!

Conditions for viewing M 62 from this location these days are poor. Antares and associates are low on the horizon just after sundown and head south early. Trees are in the way. The football fields across the street are lit up like Las Vegas. The moon, rising just after sundown is full. There are clouds and dew, and high humidity. Mercy!

Nevertheless. In order to espy Antares at all, I had to lug all the equipment as far north as I could get. That means I had to set up in a shady spot next to the grapes. The grapes blocked most of the football field light from going right into the ep and finder. But there was no help for the moonlight.

Intrepidly I triangulated, utilizing Antares and Eta Scorpii. Fuck me naked! I probably found M 62 on the second try. How about that!

Yes. M 62 appeared as an uncharacteristically ovoid gray smudge as opposed to the round gray smudge usually encountered on globulars at 33x in the Lomo. At 66x M 62 appeared as a larger ovoid smudge. Above that power, focusing was impossible due to the incredible light pollution.

Shit-a-rooney! Did I espy M 62, well? Course not. But I do get to check it off on my imaginary Messier checklist. Yet M 62 may be worth looking at twice. If the merciful White Goddess spares me that long, next Beelzebubberriffic, I shall espy M 62 twice. Oh well.

A while back I was in attendance at a The Nature Conservancy Parley (TNC)up at OU in Norman. That conference was probably the last conference the TNC held before the Republican Mammonites took over the TNC. That conference actually occurred many moons ago.

Anyway, one evening a bunch of the attendees were sitting out in the lobby when this big old fat white boy with a goatee starts hollering about this funny article he read in a newspaper. The article predicated the TU/OU football game. That article is a tradition in these general ignoramus parts. In that article a local wag from each school satirizes the other school.

So this big old fat white boy with a goatee starts carrying on about how funny the TU satire of OU is. I remember particularly the phrase, “inbred and corn fed”.

Uh. I am from southeastern Oklahoma. I was offended. Yet that big old fat white boy with the goatee was a progressive. He was the leader of the good guys at TNC. So I was told.

These guys that are fixing to take over TNC are way worse than this asshole. So I was told.

Shit-a-rooney! I talked some shit-a-rooney with him. But I should have kicked his chicken ass right there in the lobby. Another regret I need to make good on before the WG gets me. Mercy!

Yes. There is one Okie on the far left who does not appreciate inbred plus corn fed jokes. But Jeez Louise. What’s worse? Inbred plus corn fed jokes or fascism. Easy that, fascism is worse.

Mercy! Is the choice these days between inbred and corn fed jokes and fascism? Yepper!!!!

Goddess willing, I am fixing to vote for Senator Obama. I am fixing to vote for Senator Obama only because Senator McCain’s prospective votes are all coming from fascists. Plus, Senator McCain, is a fascist running dog. Senator McCain may not be a fascist, but his proclivity for the fascist way of life is obvious.

Would I vote for Senator Obama if I had to walk further than 100 cubits to vote? Easy that. No! I would not. Yet, if Senator Obama should declare, I shall, if elected, include Ralph Nader in my brain trust!, I would feel better about walking more than 100 cubits to vote for Senator Obama.

Rayetta's Butterflies - A CB-BDS New Record

Ha! A new butterfly showed up today to get documented. The Cow Barn- Butterfly Documentation System is rapidly approaching a great many species. I have forgotten exactly how many. But this one, Battus polydamas, is now safely documented.

Apparently, Battus polydamas, not to be confused with Batis batis, is scarce in these parts. Batis batis is entirely absent from these parts.

Lies, Lies and More Lies

As everyone knows, Druids hold the religious opinion that lying is one of twain especially bad sins. The other bad sin is gluttony. Therefore, Druids hold the derivative religious opinion that Kinglet Bush, Cheney & Associates are bad sinners. Because Kinglet Bush and crowd is perversely steeped in the twain sins, lying and gluttony, Druids hold the further derivative religious opinion that these men and women, Kinglet Bush, Cheney & Associates lack honor. They are dishonorable people. The intersection of personal honor and that bunch is the null set.

So. Let us now contrast the above cited bunch with old Senator McCain. First though, before the contrast commences, the Druids should make clear from the outset that though we may empathize with old Senator McCain’s Hamlet-like situation, no Druid shall vote for Senator McCain, ever.

Old Senator McCain is no coward. He is brave or at least worried about being brave which is the same difference. He also has some personal honor. Yet Senator McCain has long run with a bad crowd. Charles Keating, Phil Gramm & Associates, bad crowd. And now, old Senator McCain is stuck with a really bad crowd. Yes. The crowd he is stuck with now includes all the Americanos that actually believe all the lies told by Kinglet Bush, Cheney & Associates.

Yes. Poor old Senator McCain, a brave man who recognizes the importance of personal honor, is stuck with a crowd that believes Kinglet Bush found weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. They believe Islamic Fascism actually exists and is a threat to their neighborhoods. Now, they believe Senator Obama is a Muslim, and an Arab.

No wonder this crowd is riled up. They actually believe that Americano Land is fixing to elect an Islamic Fascist A’rab, Kinglet. Mercy! Plus, they have watched helplessly as Kinglet Bush destroyed the last vestiges of the Free Market. Yes. They have watched helplessly as the Demon Mammon, disguised as Jesus, drove Kinglet Bush to destroy Free Enterprise. How confusing is that? And, they believe H’ar-mageddon is imminent.

Druids wonder, if H’ar-mageddon is imminent, why not just relax and enjoy it? After all, the Rapture follows hard upon and only a few thousand Jewish virgins shall enjoy the Rapture. So why worry. But H’ar-mageddon and the Rapture aside, old Senator McCain is stuck with a crowd that actually believes all that stuff. Yet old Senator McCain does not believe all that stuff. Plus, Senator McCain retains enough personal honor and is brave enough to dispute with his own crowd in public.

Why did Senator McCain, then, pick Governor Palin, who believes every lie Kinglet Bush, Cheney &Associates, ever told, for his Vice Queenlet? Easy that, Senator McCain is prone to run with a bad crowd.

Living with Fascism and Imperialism

Whoa! The patterns are pinching me. Do something Crumby. Only then shall the pinching ease on up.

Why is it that fascist criminals like G. Gordon Liddy and Ollie North get to be on TV, pulling down millions of dollars as TV personalities for bleating bullshit to the Americano Landers? Why is it that Bill Ayers, former Weather Person, is held up as a boogeyman?

Well. These twain questions can only be answered in the context of, living with fascism and imperialism. The twain TV personalities, the fascist criminals, have lots of pals because there are lots of very outspoken and well-funded fascists running the show in Americano Land. On the other hand, there are no Reds, running the show. So fascist criminals get TV jobs and the Reds have to suck up around the periphery of Democratic politics, plus use family connections, to merely survive as a college professor.

Some history.

Back in the 60's, there was a semi-organization known as the Students for Democratic Society (SDS). As the Americano imperialist adventure in southeast Asia waxed more and more insane, many in the SDS responded by going crazy too. Count me in.

But I did not go as crazy as Bill Ayers, maybe. I was working class. Ayers was ruling class. So to go crazy, Ayers had lots further to go than me.

Anyway, eventually one of the SDS factions, a splinter group from the Revolutionary Youth Movement (RYM), one of many SDS faction, decided to employ violence against the Americano Land state. This group came to be known as Weatherman. Cause, you don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows. How many cops infiltrating RYM- Weatherman were in on the decision to attack the state with violence? Nobody knows. Druid Ovate Patterns suggest about 1 in 5.

Whoa! Weatherman was ostensibly a Maoist, therefore Marxist-Leninist sect. Yet, in total contradiction of Lenin, they embraced, terrorism. However, they lacked the capacity to do much. Probably, the cop infiltrators had to do most of the actual terrorism.

What did Bill Ayrers actually do? Beats me. Does anybody know, or care?

Now, these days, possibly contradicting whatever I thought of him in 1969, I consider Bill Ayers to be an Americano Lander patriot. Cause, Bill Ayers is in the news, but not doing fascist commentary on the TV.

Boy howdy. Americano Land could sure use One Big Union, for all the Workers!!!!

Growing Okra, Filling Potholes

Druid Ovates study patterns. Pattern studying is the real job of Druid Ovates. Yet sometimes we may have to do jobs other than patterning, for exercise. Two jobs we may do for exercise are growing Okra and filling potholes.

Growing okra and filling potholes are jobs that many Americano Landers might consider to be actual jobs. Plus, growing Okra and filling potholes may be useful to Americano Land in the social sense, since some eat Okra and nobody likes to drive a great vehicle into a pothole.

Yet, the grower of Okra or the filler of potholes, despite the actual usefulness of the twain jobs, is generally considered to be at the bottom of the economic ladder, holding the ladder, so that the rich ruling class bunch may climb up the ladder, all the while pissing trickle down upon the Okra grower and pothole filler.

Weirdly, the rich ruling class bunch has managed to convince the Okra grower and the pothole filler that such work is of little consequence in the great scheme of free enterprise. The rich ruling class bunch has also convinced the government that the Okra grower and pothole filler should be taxed. Yes. Not only taxed, but taxed at a higher rate than even the rich ruling class bunch pissing off the ladder.

The fact is, the rich ruling class bunch has convinced many that they, the rich ruling class bunch, should pay no taxes at all. Even though, the jobs these rulers may do, do not directly put any Okra in the skillet or fill any potholes.

Jobs are so obviously social and socially important, an easy pattern to espy. Yet why are some jobs valued so much more highly than others, increasingly, disproportionately more valued? And why are the most useful jobs, like growing Okra and filling potholes, the least valued?

Well, Americanos, cast up your eyes. But watch out for the trickle down.

Now that the Ruling Class is Safe, Praise Jesus! And Mabon?!

Mercy! What a close call the ruling class had. Yet, thanks be to all the lower class Americanos the ruling class is safe and happy again. Yepper. We pulled off the big bailout together. So the ruling class, free enterprise and the free market have been saved, again. Praise Jesus!

Jesus, by the way, is locked up in the Williamson County detention center for illegal Mexicans. He needs to be let out so he can provide some cheap labor, or if he labors directly for our precious ruling class, free labor. Free labor! Yikes! How does that work?

Easy that. Jesus works for free for the ruling class because whatever chump change Jesus earns gets subsidized 110% by the tax payers. Remember, socialism for the rich, also known as fascism, means the rich are provided with all the stuff they need, including Jesus’s labor, for free. That’s why the system is called the free enterprise system.

Besides Jesus, the average ruling class dude or dudette gets free energy, free housing, free medical care, free food, free great vehicles, free airplane rides, free legal service and free politicians in their jacket pockets right next to their flag pins. Praise Jesus! Americano Land is the best place on Earth, for the rich.

Meantime, here in Austink, Das Kapital of the ROT, the local newspaper semi-reliably reports that a bunch of my pagan co-religionists assembled in Wooldrige Park to hawk gee-gaws and celebrate the festival of Mabon? Who the hell is Mabon?

Well. My best guess is that the Mabon in question is Mabon, son of Modron. Mabon son of Modron is featured in the book, Cuhlwch and Olwen. Seems like Mabon was kidnaped when he was three days old, snatched from the Ample Bosoms, then cruelly imprisoned in a dingy castle dungeon, plus tortured, all his life after that.

But then one day, Mabon is rescued by King Arthur. Cei actually performs the rescue but under King Arthur’s supervision. Once Mabon is set free, his job is to handle the hound Drudwyn during the upcoming hunt for Twrch Trwyth. The fact is, without Mabon, the hunt could not proceed. Which is why Mabon had to be rescued in the first place.

So I reckon Mabon’s story is a metaphor for life as we know it. Certainly, my life story closely parallels Mabon’s. There I was, a tiny helpless baby, imprisoned in Americano Land, cut off from Nature. There I was, forever taunted and tortured by cell mates and guards alike. Is there no relief from this stupidity?, I cried out.

Just when I figured I couldn’t take any more of the stupidity, the merciful White Goddess intervened. She didn’t send King Arthur and Cei to rescue me though. No. I was rescued by a giant chicken.

Socialism for the Rich is the Same Difference as Fascism

All the patterns indicate that Americano Land is a great big fascist, imperialist police state. Yet, somehow, Americano Land is also the leader of the Free World. How has our precious ruling class resolved this apparent contradiction on a global scale? Easy that, the idea that handily resolved this apparent contradiction is socialism for rich people everywhere.

Socialism for the rich, otherwise known as fascism, is a system in which all the classes in society cooperate to help the rich people. In practice, this means all the people in all the lower classes cooperate to do all the work, provide all the services, and pay all the taxes. The rich people, consequently, are freed up to do what they do best, accumulate wealth.

For Americano Land to continue as leader of the Free World, our rich people must be the richest people anywhere, considered on a global scale. Or, perhaps, our rich people need to at least appear to be the richest people anywhere. That is what leadership is, being at the top, actually or apparently. So our rich people have shown the Globe, recently, that the lower classes of all the people in Americano Land are super supportive of their ruling class of rich people. Yes. The bailout accomplished that, demonstrating to rich people everywhere that the rich people of Americano Land are still the apparent leaders of the Free World.

Yes. All those rich people everywhere, all those foreign rulers, have just seen a demonstration of why the rulers in Americano Land are the leading rulers among rulers all over the Globe. Now, those rich foreign rulers must engineer bailouts in their own societies, just to keep up with our rich people.

Yes. Our rich people have secured a bailout, saved themselves from looking like a bunch of losers and demonstrated leadership to all the foreign rulers. But to what extent are our rich people rulers, actually our rulers. Well, they are our rulers, actually, but are they exclusively, our rulers?

Happily, our rulers, as leaders of the Free World, are Global. Global means our rulers are free to accumulate wealth anywhere on the planet in cooperation with, I mean competition with, local rulers. This means our rulers are enjoying the benefits derived from the labor and taxes levied on billions of miserable low class foreigners. So by definition, our rulers are not actually, exclusively, our rulers. They get to rule foreigners, too. By the same token, the foreign rulers, as part of the Global deal, get to help rule in Americano Land. The only condition is, those foreign rulers need to acknowledge the leadership of our rulers.

Praise Jesus! The bailout has saved the global leadership of our ruling class. The bailout has saved the free market. The bailout has saved free enterprise. Praise Jesus!