Why We Lust for Socialism in America.

Americans go about the pretense that we are somehow patriots and lovers of liberty. We resemble the patriots on the Concord Bridge, about as much as the late Michael Jackson and fellow musician Boy George resemble Clint Eastwood and John Wayne.

A living, breathing example - which is rampant in domestic government in that pretense of Liberty that calls itself Orange County, California - is the Homeowners' Association.

TEA PARTY INTERNATIONALE

Finding that they had insufficient Government for their comfort, the people of Orange County invented the Homeowners' Association which, by the merits of it being a private corporation, endowed it with infallibility - or so it appears from their actions.

Since this Government was broadly undefined, the people of Orange County and els where sought to imbue it with the breath of their political character. It was intended to be a common corporation which engaged in actions to beautify the common hold. Very quickly, it became a plush, exorbitantly-funded instrument of local Stalinism. Squealers hold the reins in the Homeowners' Associations across America. Protected by "confidential telephone numbers," they are eager to rat each other out, when a neighbor uses "wheat" colored paint on their house, when only "rust beige" has been approved.

The OC's and others don't seem to cop to their own identities, as for some reason they call themselves "conservatives" and vote Republican. Perhaps that should be a lesson about the character, or lack thereof, of the class of people who identify themselves as Republicans, conservatives and Americans, respectively.

Any pathetic "Tea Party Independence Rallies" which take place tomorrow in places within the little local soviets governed by Homeowners' Associations, should consider themselves up there with Joe Stalin and his Moscow "Peace and Freedom Parades." Suckers.Technorati Tags: teabagging

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A Brief Introduction and Justification for this Blog.

I generally find blogs to be tiresome, useless, and grandiose demonstrations of self-centered meditation with little to back them up. By and large, I despise them, and have sympathy for those who condemn them universally.

Interspace has no shortage of blogs that are nasty, ill-informed and whiny. In many ways, they re-invent these quintessentially American traditions in cyberspace for all to see, for we are often proud of our sulkiness and ill-temper.

The title comes from a concept for a bumpersticker, which enraptured me not enough to print:

I'm a Brachiating Troglodyte - And I Vote!

I felt compelled to create this as an American Diogenes, in search of any fellows online who are not numbskulls or mindless can-do puppets. I am still cynical about the likelihood of finding any.