On The Road to Perdition: Mitt, Misfits and Other Miscreants

So now we are going to nitpick Mitt to death because he is the consummate example of successful casino-cum-cowboy (the devil take all) hyper-capitalism.  He will continue to show a profit even as he tightens the noose of inverted totalitarian hierarchy on the enslaved citizenry of empire.  He learned how to play the game as well, if not better, than any of them.  And they are all so jealous now; except Lucifer, of course.  Listen, from my perspective, Mitt is no more of a misfit than O-drama.  And both together are no worse than the Dubya show, or any of the other miscreants who have sat in the big director’s chair!

So, Mitt had a real big show last Wednesday night, and everybody is jumping down his throat now.  Quite frankly, if you are among the brave, the young and the restless, just waiting for this dog (our spectacular culture) to die, then Mitt is your man.  He is the friendly Fuller Brush salesman that comes a’calling on Monday mornings. He is like the young boy selling Christmas cards  who lives just down the block… you know, in that really BIG expensive house.  He is your favorite high school quarterback; the guy that makes things happen. For god’s sake, he brought us Domino’s Pizza, Bright Horizon’s Daycare, Staples Office Supply, and the Sports Authority, to name just a few of his sweet deals.  And don’t forget the big sweet, scorcher – the Russian cigarette deal.

Bain’s Russian business wasn’t about family-friendly products. Those deals were about cigarettes. And that work sent Bain into the shadows of the post-Soviet economy -– including helping to orchestrate anonymous, convoluted cash transactions to keep major deals hidden from regulators and competitors. It was part of a free-for-all that involved wholesale looting of major industries, as Western technocrats helped facilitate the transfer of Russia’s wealth into the hands of a few oligarchs. That set in motion a populist backlash that helped sweep Vladimir Putin into power, giving the Kremlin dominance over a country Romney has lately called our “number one geopolitical enemy.”

And what, for god’s sake, are ‘family friendly’ products?  Domino’s Pizza?  Staples?  Why, Mitt is just your homegrown, hometown, good ole’ American pitcher!  Or is that pitchman? Bless his sweet heart.  And look, no one ever said that capitalism had to be ethical… it just needs to produce a profit.  And Mitt played it by the book; and he played it to the hilt: increasing sales, profit margins, and gross revenues for himself and his investors.  He was simply doing the best for his clients and the firm.  So let us not nitpick Mitt about the health hazards of smoking; it is not in his wheelhouse.  In fact, given his more recently articulated view of Russia (above), what better way to depopulate your number one geopolitical enemy than killing their citizens slowly with tobacco?

This same article complains that since 1992, the year the Iron Curtain fell, the rate of women smoking in Russia has more than tripled. Yet, this is truly a bullshit, red herring argument. The Russians did not need Romney, Bain Capital or any other specific players to choose their path on the road to perdition.  When the Curtain came down, they wanted a lot more than just blue jeans and jellybeans.  They already had plenty of cigarettes available; they were just looking to exercise their newfound ‘freedom’ — exchanging the chains of their totalitarian State for those of Capitalism.  They wanted it all.  And they have been busy taking it, all of it; along with the debt, the living large, the appearance of affluence, and all the toys they can get their hands on, accompanied by the greedy, self-serving attitude that one sees most clearly demonstrated in Mitt and Bain’s capitalist esprit.  The Russians are beginning to act just like US, slaves to the corporate State; but with much less experience and in many cases with a lot less class.  But, remember, they are only novices; we are the experts, the models, the trainers.

Be that as it may, the Russians have become quite proficient at killing themselves now with their newly minted driving licenses (many obtained the good old way… through bribery).  And they had been practicing self-destruction previously for decades with a bit too much vodka consumption.  But, you also would have been drinking as much if you had lived here; why, with all the icy-cold nights, Stalin’s frozen iron fist, and the mini-nuclear winters accompanying the Cold War testing.  So, perhaps Mitt had a real strategy here; he had what the Americans like to call “the long view” of things.  He was working his way up to be POTUS, and wanted to make the downfall of his global nemesis that much easier after he bought his place in the BIG house.  Yeah, that’s the ticket.  Mitt is the man to bring it on; so let’s bring him in.

Who else is so well qualified to steer this puppy straight off the fucking cliff?  So, I say, let us have Mitt, and let him have at it.  We are done with that HOPEY stuff… We now know it was all smoke up our ass anyway.  So let us move on to the happy-ending (how every massage should end)… LOL.  After all, what were we really hoping for anyway back then… a continuation of this clusterfuck, or driving it into a brick wall? Most likely, we were still under the influence of that Kool-Aid.  OK; I know!  You want to keep this parade going just long enough until you can die, or until your kids die, or until what?  Well maybe just until the end of America’s far flung military campaigns.

Paul Rayn asked, “what kind of a country are we going to be?” One only needs to reflect on the vicious debate last night to know that we are war mongers on that road to perdition.  It is constant war waged now against those abroad as well as those in the homeland.  And just wait until Mitt gets his mitts on those new toys, the latest strategic and operational capabilities of the US armed forces, including USSTRATCOM, USCYBERCOM, The Joint Special Operations Command, along with a now heavily militarized CIA.  But, as Tom Engelhardt points out, even with these large expenditures of our obsessive-compulsive demonizing and demonic imperialist behavior, the USA does not see increasing global success, but only increasing global frustration.  But, as Tom Dispatch concludes, we are now on military autopilot, and Mitt is a better fit than anyone to keep that pilot light burning bright and hot.

But do not forget this, no matter where we currently stand on this road to perdition, or who among the elect is leading our souls through the valley of death, you can be sure we are proceeding further down into the deepest levels of Dante’s Inferno.  And you can also be assured, that our’s is not a journey to God or to some Muslim Paradise.  And while Nietzsche tells us that Dante was just “a hyena writing verses in the catacombs.”  Perhaps we can now say of Mitt and his Misfit, they are simply disc-jockeys calling out psalms from the hymnal of a now darkened land.  At the very least, Mitt and the Miscreant will be a breath of fresh air; err… rather, should I say, like a good updraft after someone’s poured a can of accelerant on the flames.  Amerika… RIP!