A TrumpCare Is Coming

It’s Sunday, Nov 13th. Last week, America elected what has to be one of the top 5 most ridiculous presidents in our history.

You may think I’m going to rant on that subject, of the embarrassment of having an orange buffoon as our prez – but we had Baby Bush for 2 terms – and I truly don’t know which one will prove to be more of a joke. Baby Bush is, in my opinion, the absolute worst ever. And yes, I am considering them all:

  • Andrew Johnson“This is a country for white men, and by God, as long as I am President, it shall be a government for white men.”  – 1866
  • Andrew Jackson – When Jackson discovered gold on Cherokee land in Georgia, he simply ignored existing treaties and had one of his own agents, John Ridge, “negotiate” the Treaty of New Echota on behalf of the Cherokees–forcing their displacement on what became known as the “Trail of Tears.”
  • Mallord Filmore – Fillmore, who claimed to “detest” slavery but invariably supported it, had the Fugitive Slave Act of 1853 passed to remedy this problem–not only requiring free states to return slaves to their “owners,” but also making it a federal crime not to assist in doing so.

5zkWOMa.pngNow, our pissed off and frankly, uninformed citizenry voted in another ignorant fool: The “Orange Buffoon of Business.” I give him this title, because unlike us, he has the ability to file bankruptcy and walk away on his debt. My student loans from a fraudulent school, CRI, are mine forever.

But, I digress.

One of Trump’s platform promises is that he will immediately eliminate Obamacare. That means over 33 million Americans will lose health care. It means ‘previous (medical) conditions’ will once again be a reason for corporate insurance companies can deny treatment for medical problems you have prior to signing up; if, in fact, you can afford to sign up or are forced to pay for the higher and higher premiums thru your job.

In other words, we are going to go back to the days where people either pay or die.

I use to be an ass-kicking middle-aged minute female working in commercial and charter fishing industries. And I loved it! From March thru September, I worked 7 days a week, 15 hrs a day helping up to 23 people catch fish.

Come October, I worked in the Willapa and Chehalis watersheds counting salmon, their redds, and taking scale samples, as a Spawning Ground Surveyor (SGS) for Washington’s Dept of Fish & Wildlife. I mostly worked in the Willapa river system. SGS have to go to where the salmon, chum, and steelhead are, so it was a lot of climbing, hiking, exposed to wind (trees love to fall in the wind), rain, snow, hail, and wildlife (the worst being hunters).

My body gave out in April 2011. My elbows became so painful to bend, it literally took my ability to think or concentrate away. Then, my ankles and all the little joints in my toes joined in on the task of kicking my ass.  I couldn’t walk – it literally felt like I had broken my toe, then ankle, then a different toe – in both feet! No doctor is gonna believe this is happening! Three years of this living hell, going to 8 doctors/quacks who all called me a liar, costing me $20,000 from my savings, and barely able to wipe my own ass, my sister, Diane, suggested I get tested for Lupus.

In March of 2014, I was diagnosed by Kevin Finnegan, a PA (physician’s assistant), with Mixed Connective Tissue Disease. We just called it Lupus. Kevin was so incredible in helping me get most of my life back – Vicodin for pain, Prednisone so I could keep going (albeit without sleep for weeks – and – steroids are evil little attitude adjusters), and Gabapentin to quiet the pinched nerves. Kevin listened to what I had learned online and allowed me to try different meds that may, or may not, work: Plaquenil, Corticosteroids, Antimalarials…yeah…like that. In the end, the Gabapentin and Vicoden, along with a diet change and vitamins (lots and lots of Vit D & E really help), kept me doing fairly well.

By the time Obamacare was in affect, my savings was gone, I couldn’t deckhand for more than 3 days at a time, and when I was off, I had to sit. I couldn’t do household chores or run errands at stores, cuz if I did, it’d take me that much longer to recuperate and I had to get back to work! But, Obamacare gave me medicaid. I wasn’t proud, but I was qualified as my income was pathetic…everyone’s incomes are pathetic (but that’s another rant).

Today, CNN reports::

Obamacare

Trump has previously called Obamacare a “disaster.” But, he told the Wall Street Journal, “I told him I will look at his suggestions, and out of respect, I will do that.”
In an interview with CBS’ “60 Minutes” that aired later Friday, he specifically talked about the need to continue coverage for individuals with pre-existing conditions.
“Yes, because it happens to be one of the strongest assets,” Trump told Leslie Stahl.
Trump also said he’d try to keep the measure that allows young people to stay on their parents’ insurance plans until age 26.
“We’re going to very much try to keep that. It adds cost but it’s very much something we’re going to try to keep,” Trump said.
Trump’s openness to compromising on Obamacare, however, was complicated Friday by a shift in the official positions listed on his website.
The Washington Post reported that Trump has revised his health care agenda to steer it more in line with Republican Party orthodoxy.
The paper said the presidential transition website has been edited to now include allowing health care workers to not perform acts that would violate their religious or moral beliefs and to “protect innocent human life from conception to natural death.”
The paper also said the website omits Trump’s call to allow Americans to import prescription drugs from other countries where they are sold at lower prices.
I am terrified. In our state, Washington, Obamacare’s fine print made it illegal for Primary Care Physicians (PCP) to prescribe opioids – to anyone – for any reason. All those with cancer, chronic illnesses like mine, arthritis, etc, had to go to “Pain Clinics.” These are/were pill mills. Line ’em up and Pass out them Pills. I had to go in and take a UA, sit in a room stuffed full of people also begging for pain pills. It was a humiliating experience. The silver lining was I could also get steroid injections for my crushed disks. Yeah, Degenerative Disk Disease. Painful, hard to deal with, but if this is all I had wrong with me, I’d be effen happier than a room full of kids!
Seattle Pain Clinic, Washington’s largest pill mill, was shut down last July by the DEA & state officials because 18 people might have overdosed on opioids.This report says the Clinic was going to stay open – it didn’t. Other reports said patients could get pain support via their PCP – they couldn’t. Swedish Hospital agreed to help up to 5,000 chronically ill patients…I have no idea if they did. It wouldn’t have helped me. Swedish is about 220 miles one way from where I live.
So, closing the only pill mill meant 30,000 chronically ill people are kicked off of any pain support because 18 assholes decided to OD. There are always gonna be addicts in programs like this. They are always gonna die. Isn’t that the law of nature?
But, losing my access to the Vicoden has sent me down a horrendous road: The daily bottle of 100-ct Aspirin/Ibuprofin/Tylenol mix. If I take up to 20 of these each, the pain backs off, but all I want to do is puke. I have blood in my urine, now. When I went to my new clinic, they just said, “stop taking so many aspirin.” Yeah, right. Suck it up and shut up, is what these doctors want now.
For about 9 months, I’ve tried to get a referral to a rheumatologist in Olympia. None of them take Obamacare/Medicaid. Nope. I have to drive that 200 miles (one-way). I’m waiting still to hear if the referral was accepted. So, basically, I have very minute medical support. None, really. Just me. I’ve seriously considered buying pain meds off the street, but HA! I’d need money for that, wouldn’t I!
I am tired. I now work 3 days a week at our local liquor store. Me. Who use to deckhand, holds a 100-ton Master Mariner License, has a background as an Executive Admin to C-Level Mgmt (CEO, CFO, etc), and a background in Marketing & Graphic Design, now work 3 days a week at an effen liquor store. I was working 4 days a week, but couldn’t do it.
58210171060d39b46126378544e2068f.jpgWhen I go to sleep at night, IF I go to sleep, I don’t want to wake up…ever. For what? I don’t make enough to pay my meager bills: Rent, PUD, phone, internet. I don’t carry car insurance. My car is in serious need of repair. I can’t afford to get my hair cut!!! I am on food stamps. And I hurt so much all the time, I am eating a bottle of 100-ct Ibuprofen every day just to cut the screaming down, which has started to make me nauseated; so, I’m gonna have to go back on  :::gulp:::  Prednisone.
I don’t want to wake up. I have no joy in life: None! I’d love to paint, but I can’t afford paint. I’d love to visit my family, but that’s not in my budget of negative $300/month, now is it. So, the question I ask myself everyday is: Why keep going? I’m a burden on my daughter who sends me money each month. I don’t have any quality of life. When people do visit, it’s such a drain physically, mentally, and yes, financially (toilet paper, electricity, etc), and the stress activates my stupid damn illness again.
I’ve been single since 1997. The love of my life left me and I broke inside. There is never gonna be another significant other in my life and I’ve been very, very happy with that. But, being ill like this is so hard alone. I’d so appreciate someone to mow, or cook, or run basic errands. Little things are huge things for me now. What does truly make me beyond mad is that friends all want me to help them…all the time! Right now, someone needs me to go to their house and fix their printer. Nevermind that I hurt and feel nauseated. Nevermind that I have less than a 1/4 tank of gas. Never mind that I could use a little help of my own…I get this every day. And, more and more, I tell people I can’t. And more and more, I am removed from their thoughts.
It’s been years since I’ve been invited to functions. Mostly because of the pain, I just couldn’t go. I wasn’t up to it and I still am not. But, being left out and forgotten is probably the hardest part of chronic illness. As time goes on, people just think they shouldn’t ask if I’d like to come. I get that, absolutely. Why invite someone who never attends? It’s one of the reasons I quit social media. Parties, weddings, youth activities, etc – everyone is together laughing and smiling while I wasn’t even asked. And, no, I am sure I could not have gone. I wouldn’t have felt well, I would have been exhausted, and I would have been embarrassed to be seen hobbling, unable to stand or walk well. I have gained so much weight, when friends see me after a year or so, the shock of how fat and unkempt I have become is visible on their faces. My hair, my clothes, my pallor: I truly have become a poverty-level leach on society – and it shows.
My once animated, strong, passionate spirit is beat into pain and discomfort. And I hate life. I have to check out. I want so much to “Get Low.” I am done with this life and I am ready for whatever comes next. I pray day and night for Yahweh to give me Tommy’s terminal cancer. Give Tommy my permanent, non-terminal, get-to-deal-with-it-everyday-forever disease – let him and his wife sell the boat, move to Thailand and be happy together. And give me his. Let me die, alone. I wouldn’t even fight it – I’d just let the cancer run it’s beautifully terminal course.
Washington (CNN)  Donald Trump campaign manager Kellyanne Conway says the President-elect is considering calling a “special session” of Congress on the day he’s sworn in to repeal President Barack Obama’s health care law.
With Trump taking the throne of the “most powerful person in the world” my life, and that of countless millions, will become unbearable. I can’t guess what this Orange Megalomaniac will do; but, it won’t be beneficial for people like me: in his eyes, I am a Loser.
I won’t be even more of a financial burden on my daughter. She’ll have her hands full with her own life. So, Orange Buffoon of Business, do what you will: I am ready.
fdaDeath be not proud…” by John Donne
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Goodnight, Brother Nelson

princeI cried today. I rarely cry over musicians, celebrities, and the such …of people I don’t know nor do they know me; but, today, I just let my heart rip and the tears flow.

I have shed tears, on rare occasion, more for the loss to humankind, to what they give to the world, than on a personal level. I cried over Jerry Garcia, Paul Newman, Frank Sinatra. I shed a tear over John Lennon and Miles Davis, too. Just for the loss of them not being on the planet any longer.

When I heard of the passing of Prince Nelson last week, I was shocked, saddened, horrified, even; but, I did not cry. Though he was of my generation, of my growing pains, of my belief in the power of racial barriers being smashed, and his eclectic style, he was a celebrity and I just a lowly normal person who loved growing up with his guitar ripping through the years.

Today, I watched a YouTube video of Prince, Tom Petty, Steve Winwood, Jeff Lynne and others perform “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” at the 2004 Hall of Fame Inductions. And this is when it hit me…we have lost a truly amazing human.

I titled this post, “Goodnight, Brother Nelson” because more than Prinprince 3ce belonging to the world, he belonged to Jehovah more. Prince was, as I am, a Witness for Jehovah. He had dedicated his life to preaching the word of God throughout the inhabited planet, and then his end came. Only, he will undeservedly have the hope of everlasting life in a paradise. Oh the music he will play then!

So, sleep, my sweet Prince…OUR sweet Prince. Rest until the scriptures are fulfilled. And thank you for all you gave the world.

 

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This disrespectful exchange should rightfully infuriate Bernie Sanders supportersV(VIDEO)

Dismissing Bernie Sanders is disrespectful and unsound

Americans should be tired of the corporatist traditional mainstream media dictating their thoughts. The disrespect and disregard with which Bernie Sanders’ candidacy is treated is intended to be a self-fulfilling prophecy. Luckily everyone can now be a piece of the media. Moreover, in the aggregate they can surpass the influence of the media. As long as Net Neutrality is maintained each individual can make a difference throughout the country.

Chris Matthews comes across as a shill for the Plutocracy in the clip above. He first gives accolades to Bernie Sanders for his consistency. Everyone considers that a political virtue. He even highlights a Quinnipiac Poll that shows Trump being trumped by Sanders.

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One must first take issue with the narrative many are attempting to put into the body politic. Bernie Sanders is not the Donald Trump of the left. Bernie Sanders has been consistent in his message for decades and for all of his political life. Donald Trump has consistently had  vacillating positions. Yet Chris Matthews would have one believe that they are mirror images of each other. Mathews then callously makes the statement, “Perry, The Liberal guy, the Socialist guy is beating the all time tycoon of the west. …  So we are going socialist over capitalist,” said Matthews.

Pundit Perry Bacon then makes a rather condescending statement.  “But let’s be honest. Neither one of these people are going to be anywhere in the general election,” Perry said chuckling. Mathews then continues to paste the word socialist on Bernie Sanders’ total being even as he called him a Liberal many times .

One must understand what is at play here. The corporate media knows that Bernie Sanders’ message has traction. It isn’t  because he is a Socialist Democrat. They know his message has traction because Americans have been living through a brand of capitalism that has failed to keep the middle-class and the masses in an upward trajectory. In fact the current system exacerbates income inequality and has been slammed even by the Pope.

The fear is that Americans will find out that Democratic Socialism is nothing to be feared. It simply means better Social Security, better healthcare (e.g, Medicare for all), better child care, etc. It does nothing to stifle innovation or entrepreneurship. It just ensures that an economy works for all in a responsible manner. In other words, real family values instead of an Ayn Randian modal void of valuing families. Our Democratic allies like Denmark, Canada, France and others are embodiments in some form. Their citizens have better healthcare, better care for families with children, and a much more effective social safety net.

It is the responsibility for those who understand the deliberate intent to scare and misinform by the Plutocracy to spend the time necessary to to educate the masses. Use the disregard of Bernie Sanders in the video  clip above as a clarion call.

We discussed much of this on yesterday’s Politics Done Right on KPFT 90.1 FM here.

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Life is Just Too Much

My friend, Tommy, was my captain/boss for many years on his charter fishing boat. He’s been my mentor, confidante, screaming board, and father-figure of 15 yrs. He is battling lung cancer. He says he’s gonna win his fight; but, seeing him try is convincing me his chances aren’t good.

Every year Tommy (shown here) and I drive the boat upriver to haul out and do bottom paint, zincs, etc. I always take a picture of my boot and him driving. Since neither of us have health enough to fish, we settled for a land shot.

Every year Tommy (shown here) and I drive the boat upriver to haul out and do bottom paint, zincs, etc. I always take a picture of my boot and him driving. Since neither of us have health enough to fish, we settled for a land shot.

A few weeks ago, his wife, Nok (whom I call “Honey”) called me the day after a phone conversation I had with Tommy where he was talking jibberish and told me he was confused. I went to his home and found him sitting in his recliner, his head bald from chemo and radiation. I asked him who I was and he didn’t know. I asked him what year it was and he said, “1979.” I called our shared doctor and took him in immediately. Dr Kevin then asked a few more questions to which Tommy failed miserably answering. Kevin left to contact the oncologists and make arrangements for me to drive him to the local hospital or possibly to the one in Olympia, 150 miles east. I would drive Tommy to India, were it necessary.

We found out his entire brain was septic after the removal of a cancerous tumor was removed a month prior. The infection had filled his head and caused him to lose his memories. He was also severely dehydrated. He stayed in hospital for 4 days.

I have MCTD – a type of Lupus. It took over my world 4 yrs ago with extreme elbow pain. It then moved into all of my joints, began making me unbelievably exhausted, and the final straw was when I couldn’t walk due to the agony in my ankles. Some of the 8 quacks (aka doctors) I met with said I was faking it for drugs. A few doctors gave me an industrial-sized jar of drugs. No one wanted to figure out what was wrong with me. Two years ago, my right hand started losing strength and then the pinkie and ring fingers became paralyzed. My right arm started throbbing and spasming…yep, sure am faking it. Found out I had disks smashing on nerves. This could also be why my ankles feel like there’s ground up glass in them…or could be the lupus. But even with stringent regiment of heavy doses of Prednisone, my ankles are always screaming. It believe comparing it to broken bones would be appropriate.

While Tommy is fighting for his life, he is selling his boat for top dollar, selling his land, as well. Has a fantastic loving wife who is from Thailand, and they had decided Tommy would retire in 2015 and they would move to Thailand to live relatively wealthy and warm.

Nok (R) and Tommy (L) when they first met 2003.

Nok (R) and Tommy (L) when they first met 2003.

They have each other for support. They have a plan. They have assets to sell and a retirement system Tommy earned working for the state. They have dreams and hopes and goals. And I want more than anything in the world for them to reach those goals.

Every single morning and night, I pray to Yahweh to give me Tommy’s disease. Bless me with his cancer and remove it from him. GIVE IT TO ME! PLEASE! Why? Why not?

I have nothing left. Before my illnesses, my goal was to buy raw land up North River or John’s River area and build a my cob cottage and live off the land. I had saved over 14 yrs a grand total of $20,000. I was gonna continue living in my broken-down motorhome and keep saving for 5 more yrs and go land hunting. I had everything well-planned. I worked with Tommy for the state in the winter, earning a pittance of retirement savings. But, before Obamacare, I had to pay cash for the 8 quacks I visited. I paid cash for an MRI – for which that asshole doctor also accused me of faking for drugs (which I already had and who the HELL would pay cash for an MRI if they were faking????). I was spending my savings on rent cuz I couldn’t handle working 7 days a week fishing anymore. On my days off, I laid on my couch praying for a doctor to help me.

So, I’m done. I give up. I’ve lost everything. I can’t get on Disability because of disgusting government only gives handouts to those who are drug addicts or alcoholics who won’t work. For me to get SSI/SSD, I must be unemployed for at least a year – preferably longer. I was lucky enough to find work fixing fishing reels for a man who I am quite sure is bipolar – one minutes he kind and nice…an hour later, he’s verbally and mentally abusive. He won’t hire me as an employee – only a contractor. So, after a year of working for him in what I believed was ‘under the table’ (I told him it was the only way I could work – and he never asked me for my SS# or had me sign a contract), he dumped 2014’s taxes on my shoulders, lost me my Disability claim I’d worked on for 2 yrs. So, now I must pay $100/month for last year’s tax debt, and quarterlies for this year’s.

I had to give my motorhome away as it was falling apart. So, I now rent a house. I have 5 hens for eggs, 3 dogs (mine, my daughter’s and I rescue for HAVA), and parakeet (my granddaughter’s). My debts are high enough, but I also owe Sallie Mae $40,000 for an education by a technical school (Court Reporting Institute of Seattle) that was shut down by the state for fraudulent education practices.

And I’m sick. Oh fuck. I’m sick. I’m trying to work 7 hr a day, 5 days a week and I can no longer handle even that. I have 3 jobs: reel repair, I work 1 night at the local VFW in the kitchen (tried to bartend but couldn’t remember drink orders or walk), and I care for an 86-yr old friend; cleaning her house once a week and shopping for her on occasion. All of these jobs pay wages lower than what I made in 1986.

To state, “I have nothing left to give” is a laugh. I have no partner, I’ve been single since my husband left me in 1997. I don’t ever want another partner, boyfriend, or even a ‘fuck buddy.’ My friends are many, but I have cut everyone off as I hurt SO much, I cannot accept invitations to BBQs, baby showers, dinners, etc. I work. I mow my lawn, the neighbor’s lawn (for the use of their hottub). I clean my house. That’s it. That is my life.

So why should I keep living? I have NO JOY IN LIFE anymore. My blessed daughter, Salena, sends me money for the pretend reason of ‘dog and bird food.’ But no dog or bird eats the amount she generously sends me on occasion and believe me when I tell you how humiliating it is for me to hope she does. I am ashamed.

I’ve been a loser all my life. I was a crack addict until my husband had had enough. He and I were both alcoholics – but he preferred to run away with a lady who could drink with him and not do coke. I am 17 yrs clean and sober. Alone. Broke, Pain. My life is a living hell.

My son, Aaron, hasn’t talked to me in 3 yrs because I got mad at him for standing me up on his birthday. Yeah, being his mom means I can drive 300+ miles round-trip for his birthday, spend $300 on Cirque du Soliel tickets that he blows off to go play golf instead and how DARE I call him out on it. Yep, threw me away like a piece of crap. My mother, a horrendous person of evil and terror, is his favorite ‘mom.’ She physically and emotionally abused me and my sister for the first 15 yrs of our life. After that, both me and my sister left her house and went out into the world on our own. She was reported to the state as a child abuser. But, me being still terrified of her after my kids were born, allowed her run rough-shod over my kids until she had convinced my son I was the ‘piece of shit’ (her fav term for me) and my son should only love her. Well, she got her wish.

So there it is. My 54 yrs on the planet and I am laying here on my couch on a beautifully, warm sunny summer’s day. I’m nauseated so much, I can’t keep a glass of water down. Right now, my neck and ankles hurt and I’m using my cane. It’s Monday, which means I should be at Job #1 and then to Inger’s to clean. I don’t even wanna call her and tell her I’m too sick to come. Interaction with others is a huge drain to me…I don’t want to tell anyone I am sick today.

I am so alone. Life has no joy. None. None whatsoever. Every single day is filled with trying to get out of bed. Trying to get dressed and to work. Every single day. There is nothing fun. I can’t afford to not work when I can. I don’t get to go anywhere other than to work. I use to drive to Seattle and visit friends and my daughter’s family…not any more. Can’t afford it.

I use to love to mow my lawn, work in my garden. Go to my daughter’s and clean her house for her, visit my grandkids. Not any more.

pain 1Not. Any. More.

When I took Tommy to hospital, I was feeling really good that week. My doctor had put me on a new drug and it was helping! I even called him and let him know that we may have found a combination of meds that were working; however, seeing my sweet, kind, Tommy so lost and sick; taking him to the hospital, holding up his wife as she cried, talking to 5 doctors that were calling me for appointments, info to pass on to his wife, then having the entire fishing fleet texting me as to ‘what happened’ to Tommy – it was 4 days of extreme stress for me. And I crashed…hard. The day I put Tommy in hospital, I drove 200 miles round-trip to pick up my 14 yr old grandson and his friend to come visit for 6 days. That next day, I was so sick from the Lupus, from the Lupus being triggered by the stress, that I was on my couch, unable to think, move, or eat. No one was here for me. No one came over to see how I was doing. I had my grandson and I am quite sure his presence got me moving quicker than were he not here. My love for him kept me going…until he left, that is. Then I spent 2 days in bed or on the couch, and another day just trying to walk again.

So, please Yahweh, bless me with Tommy’s cancer. GIVE IT TO ME! Give Tommy life and his wife, his retirement. Give him happiness that he deserves. Give him his friends and Thailand.

Give me eternal sleep. Give me rest. I won’t fight the cancer – I will just let it consume me … it can devour me whole, as long as in the end, I can finally rest in peace.

Please Yahweh. Please.

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3 Numbers We Need to Know About Climate Change

There’s really nothing more clear about our climate than what you can watch in this 2.48 minute video. It’s mind-blowing.

https://embed.theguardian.com/embed/video/environment/video/2015/mar/16/the-biggest-story-in-the-world-why-we-need-to-keep-fossil-fuels-in-the-ground-video

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TPP is a Coup d’etat

How can we call TPP a trade deal?

My family is pretty hip when it comes to current affairs. We first started talking about TPP (Trans-Pacific Partnership) a few years ago when literally no one had any idea what we were talking about. It was a scary subject to discuss as the secrecy was so intense, we had to really dig to get any information whatsoever.

Luckily, thankfully, more and more people behind the White House’s iron curtain started leaking documents to the public. Now, although it’s still listed as a ‘classified’ document, the whole TPP program is on the public domain.

According to all websites that explain the TPP, it’s a really toxic deal for the people of all nations. Here is a very tiny explanation of the TPP from the website ExposetheTPP.org

It is currently being negotiated behind closed doors by officials from the United States and 11 other countries: Australia, Brunei, Canada, Chile, Japan, Malaysia, Mexico, New Zealand, Peru, Singapore and Vietnam.

The Trans-Pacific Partnership (TPP) has been under negotiation for 5 years.

More than 600 official corporate “trade advisors” have access. The Obama administration plans to sign TPP by early 2015.

Although it is called a “free trade” agreement, the TPP is not about trade. Of TPP’s 29 draft chapters, only five deal with traditional trade issues. One chapter would provide incentives to offshore jobs to low-wage countries. Many would impose limits on government policies that we rely on in our daily lives for safe food, a clean environment, and more. Our domestic federal, state and local policies would be required to comply with TPP rules.

Let’s look up the definition of a coup d’etat. According to Wikipedia, a Coup d’etat is:

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“an overthrow, is the sudden and illegal seizure of a government, usually instigated by a small group of the existing state establishment to depose the established government and replace it with a new ruling body. A coup d’état is considered successful when the usurpers establish their dominance.”

Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines it as:

noun: “a sudden attempt by a small group of people to take over the government usually through violence.”

One might say that the TPP isn’t violent. Yet, if we look at our police departments and how they are being supplied with military-grade equipment such as MRAPs, uniforms, etc. and if we look at how protesters are being subjugated with fear of rubber bullets, tazers, batons, etc., yes, we can say we are being overthrown with violence. But, maybe that’s taking it a little too far. I mean, African-Americans are being killed daily and imprisoned en masse; but, that’s because slavery must be continued and has little to do with TPP.

Am I the only person who sees the TransPacific Trade Agreement as a coup? If this agreement goes through (and thanks to my corrupt senator, Maria Cantwell, Fast Track has been approved at the bargain basement price of $9,000 contribution – $20,000 if you’re a Republican), our world will basically be bought and paid for by a “Small Group of People.”

Had these corporations done this exact same agreement with firearms and uniforms, we’d see it for what it is: illegal overthrow of our government. For our government is, according to Lincoln in his Gettysburg Address, that “government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”

What happened to us in the USA? When did we become so brain dead? I hear talk radio shows from Rush to Thom and am amazed at the complete and utter stupidity of callers. Here we have an overthrowing of our Rights and we just keep going to work, school, parks, and dinner. We accept poverty wages, GMO foods, lack of health care and call our “Democracy” (which use to be a Republic) good. We have Supreme Court overruling our freedoms so many fought for with their lives with a stroke of their pen: bought and paid for by the very corporations they use to work at.

So, is the TPP a trade agreement or is it a coup d’etat? I say the latter. 100% a coup with the help of those who are sitting behind those closed doors – and it ain’t the People.

 

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The American People Are Angry

“The American people are angry. They are angry because they are living through the worst recession since the Great Depression,” said Bernie Sanders said on the floor of the Senate.

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