Vol. 163: 2012 Lived to Grow Into 2013: Thank You for Your Time

     Ladies and gentlemen,  grab a favorite beverage and strap yourselves in, for you may feel some turbulence; but, before I forget, I want thank for your time and consideration in making this another great year of spreading the Outrage. 

"Minn, here's your lawnmower."

     Once again this is Thelonius Ronscpiacy, reporting from the fringes of an infiltrated materialistic society; peering like Samuel L. Jackson from around a barely opened kitchen door in Django Unchained, staring into the inner recesses of the dirty, damp underbelly of popular culture and politics. During my habitual morning strolls in the neighborhood of Northeast Minneapolis, during the dawn of silence, during the running of little grey rabbits and the songs of tiny birds among very little traffic, thoughts float through the transom that is my brain. This cynical mind believes that the Fiscal Cliff plan is a well-devised strategy for the haves to pay a smidgen more in their portion of income taxes, while the disparity of wealth between them and the middle class expands like a mid-westerner's waist-line during the holidays, trapped underneath a never-ending cycle of debt and low-paying jobs that do nothing more than occupy time.

"Later, I gotta get to the next edition of Outrage!"

     Another issue to be Outraged about, is if Adrian Peterson isn't the league MVP, then the NFL should be driven over the Fiscal Cliff and be replaced with Running Man inspired death-matches filled with felonious CEO's, greasy Politicians and cheating bounty producing head coaches.

     Now that I've gotten that out of the way, I'd like to recap with some of the highlights and low lights and gaze with wearied eyes toward the possible dimming light of the American Empire, because in America, middle-aged white men are going to be the minority by 2060. It's just the facts. The demographics. It's the math. So, do yourselves a favor and don't get mad and vote all Republican, trying to hang on to the last remaining hairs on the balding head of what was once plantations and bigotry; now it's just call-centers and shopping malls. Same ends, different means. But that doesn't mean obediently voting Democratic either; I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid; instead pay attention, get educated and stay Outraged!

 

     2012 saw the divide of America grow even larger with the 2012 election. America gladly passed up on the insanity of Rick Santorum and the cardboard cut-out of Mormon Mitt. Instead the election was dissected with the metrics of the electorate into tiny groups of numbers, demographics, sliced portions of the country that are only necessary to win elections, apparently that and a billion and a half dollars. So the America of 2012 has once again been granted with the high expectations of Obama but receives nothing but the thud of tired news. Four more years of pragmatism. So exciting! So inspiring! But wait, maybe there is still more hope that having been re-elected, he's got nothing to lose; will he perhaps overreach? Will the drone strikes killing more children each year than handfuls of Newtown massacres continue to go uncovered by the mass media? Will UFO's come down and wipe out both political parties? One can only hope. Would anyone other than those sleazeballs we've sent to Washington even care? Other than Karl Rove or Nancy Pelosi? Or myself? What would the good Dr. Jack Scharber have me reporting on then? The horror........the horror.

 

      In 2012, our much loved and hated President openly stated that he is for gay marriage. Wow. But it makes a hell of a lot more sense than why were still in Afghanistan and why Guantanamo is still open for business. Mr. President, are you nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing?

In 2012, you can now follow the Outrage on twitter.

@globaloutragehttp://twitter.com/globaloutrage

Just another sign that it's all happening.

     2012 saw the horrors in Syria become more hopeless. A place where 60k people have been killed in the last year and a half and nothing is being, or could even be done to stop it. There was then the terrorist attack in Benghazi, once again Israelis were unable to live surrounded by Palestinians and then there's always Iran, lurking in the weeds. Bibi even drew a line on a white board with a red marker at the U.N. It's that serious.

 

     So, back to the big Saturday morning headlines, the Republican ticket of 2012 had central casting for the role of President to be played by a Mormon with nice hair and a weasel looking guy for Vice President who wants to kick your grandmother out on to the street so they can keep funding the endless-mindless wars in Afghanistan, Iraq and on Drugs. There has only been one Catholic President in the United States and they blew his brains out on a Friday in November in Dallas. What are the chances that a Mormon is going to be sitting in the White House come next January?  About the same as Scientology making any sense; some of you may be thinking the same about me, but I digress.

     In 2012, The Global Outrage of and Educated Man's readership was also introduced to new contributing writer and pop-cultural critic, The Rolling Bone. He brought us his own tongue and cheek critical analysis of two highly anticipated albums of 2012. The Killer's Battle Born and Mumford & Son's Babel.

He gave us his most unique rating system.

5 Corgans=Buy it

4 Corgans=Burn it

3 Corgans=Stream it

2 Corgans=Mock it

1 Corgan=Punch a band member in the face

Here are some excerpts from those stinging acerbically laced reviews.

 

Half Killer/Half Filler
3.5 Corgans

     The Killer’s Fourth album, “Battle Born," follows the band’s usual journey through the decade of Reagan with mixed results this time around. I don’t think Brandon Flowers would appreciate a comparison to “Candle In The Wind” by Elton John, Richard Marx, or Matchbox 20, but he certainly falls short of the men he clearly aspires to be. “Flesh and Bone” quickly builds to a lusher Killer’s style song filled with the kind of larger than life themes the band has come to be known for. “Dark Horses,” “force-fields,” “finish lines” and “raging bulls” stand in the bands way. Brandon Flowers sounds as good as ever; he truly has one of the best and most distinctive voices on the radio dial, and when he sings “don’t call me the contender,” he lays down the gauntlet for all other current musical acts.  With “Battle Born," the Killers attempt to stay at the top of their musical game, but this fourth try feels a little battle-weary. The chops that got them to the top are on full display, but the band seemed unable to continue the fight throughout the album. They go for a big sound and big themes again, but have wound up with an album that doesn’t quite get there. The best three songs on the album sound better than anything their contemporaries usually put out, but the rest of the album is merely just good. Most bands would be satisfied with that, but I have a feeling “the contender” would like another shot at the title.

Mumford & Sons Babel 
2 Corgans

      Everything that sounded unique and fresh about “Little Lion Man” sounds repetitive on this go-around. Almost without exception the songs follow the rock formula that Nirvana made famous two decades ago, Quiet/Loud/Quiet. Scream-folk if you will. Unlike the Mighty K.C. however, Marcus Mumford is unwilling or unable to use his voice as the instrument lacking in the bands lackluster arrangements. Perhaps it’s my untrained American ear, but Mumford has the musical range that William Shatner brings to acting roles. The depressing nature of his lyrics, combined with his monotonous delivery, made for the musical equivalent of sitting next to a freshly divorced drunk guy at the bar. You want to hear him out, you know he’s hurting, but you want to yell at him, “Get over it, buddy.”  “Babel” has the same fast strumming, the same intensity “Little Lion Man” did, but if they were making a musical reference to Bob Dylan with lines about the “watchman’s son” or the “wind that will howl” it was lost on me. It sounded bland, and by third song of the album, pretty damn familiar. Someone should introduce Marcus Mumford to Taylor Swift, so the two of them can compare notes on getting dumped. The band took the blueprint of “Little Lion Man” and tried for 12 more songs that would capture the spirit, and unfortunately the whole dozen came up woefully short. Nice try, I guess. Babel might be great background music for killing a bottle of whiskey, but most of its songs would be better background music for killing a party. My recommendation is save your $15. If you want a similar type experience for the price of a cup of coffee, try this instead:

1) Go to your local coffee shop on “folk night”

2) Ask the barista if you can read his journal

3) Take the seat directly next to the guitarist

     In 2012, there was little word about the Libor Rate scandal. Libor. Look it up when you have the time. http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2012-08-27/libor-s-trillion-dollar-question.html It's no big deal, just trillions of dollars that were manipulated by the Banksters in England.

     Then, there's the thugs, the idiots, the murderers that call themselves the Taliban, who feel threatened by women with an education. So, they decided to shoot a 14 year old girl named Malala in the head, because she was an outspoken supporter of education for girls. Despicable. Cowardly and insane are these Islamic Fundamentalists, or Fundamentalists of any sort who feel threatened by progress, education and the inevitable.

 

2012 also saw the Outrage receive a shot across the bow from future sporadically contributing content writer, Double T of the GOP.

Dear Outrage,

 Democratic compassion = the amount of people that get stuff. We’ve reached the proverbial tipping point. More people getting a handout than aren’t means America will continue to vote in democrats until our demise.

 Just look at California, they have billions and billions of debt and they vote in a liberal super majority. This will be very instructive for us to see, however the liberals will be blinded by blaming everyone but themselves.

 Sincerely,

 Double T of the GOP



"Is there a more comfortable place we could talk?"

     On Tuesday, November 13th, 2012 a total solar eclipse took place that was mostly visible from the coasts of Australia, while we as Americans were experiencing an eclipse of a different sort; the ever intriguing, ever deepening webs of interwoven emails and correspondences in the feet beneath the desks of now former CIA Director David Petraeus, the once golden-boy of the military establishment who has been brought low by his inability to keep his hands to himself, and off his biographer Paula Broadwell.  The mess just seemed to spread like a toxic spill out of a BP oil rig. Apparently the US General Commander of troops in Afghanistan, John Allen, was involved in all of this as a result of email correspondence that he had developed with a Florida socialite by the name of Jill Kelley.

      Like a bad plotline out of high school, Ms. Broadwell got wind of emails sent by Jill Kelley to CIA Director David Petraeus, and like a lover scorned, sent harassing emails to Ms. Kelley, all of which set off a chain reaction that has kept the media spinning their wheels ever since, trying to play catch up.  Will wonders never cease? The head of the CIA couldn't keep a secret. You can't make this stuff up. The former commander of the "surge" in Iraq and Afghanistan has had a extra-marital affair end his career. Bill Clinton knows how that feels, but then again, he's got Hillary and his daughter Chelsea to pick up where he left off. But oh, how the mighty are brought so low, and so quickly. Hell, it shouldn't have been too surprising, we can't even keep our Secret Service agents from keeping secrets, in what I imagine to be wasn't the first time. Hell, you're in Columbia and prostitution is legal. Hookers and blow, go hand in hand like politicians running from a crucial vote, or kicking the Fiscal can further on down the road.

    


Lilith

     Historically, witches are the true counter-culture agents. They've been allegedly known to have extraordinary supernatural powers. They've come in the forms of the enchantress, the sorceress, the woman out of control. The biblical Lilith with long red hair, practicing cannibalism and infanticide.What's not to love? Minus the eating of children of course. Except for the red hair, "Is that you Michelle?" But seriously, witches strike up the power of suggestion, the power of the imagination. The power of belief. How else did the benign wise women of the pagan past turn into the malevolent figures of the evil Witch? Instead, they've become women with a lustful insatiable appetite for power. The Kardashians? Snooky? Hilary? How else do you explain it? During the "burning times" in Europe when the Inquisition was rounding up heretics, like Fox News host Sean Hannity rounding up "great Americans," there were towns in Germany where there weren't any women left. Maybe Todd Akin and the rest of his GOP pals would love it? But then again, who would they legitimately rape? Each other? They already have that on their Saturday night agendas. Speaking of Saturdays, during one Saturday in the Middle Ages in a town in Germany, 139 people were burned at the stake. Now I know from where Dick Cheney's hatred hath spawned. So, maybe instead, we should all try to live the witches creed, "Do what thou wilt, but harm no one."

 I will not give the sick coward more recognition; there is no need to mention Newtown again.

"Don't believe a word I said."

     Which leads us to the enemy the men that huddle among the redwoods of  Bohemian Grove would like you to believe. The ones behind the mess of the whole year, the smoking dragon in the cave, the shadowy lurking figures of darkness who are truly behind the mess we as Americans have been experiencing for the last 10, 15, 20, 25 years......China. We aren't at war anymore with the USSR and the War on Terror hasn't been too exciting without it's leading man Bin-Laden crouching in the desert firing AK-47's as his henchmen run through jungle-gym equipment, and God forbid we should actually take responsibility for our actions. We have Congress to do that for us. They get stuff done. Right?
     The enemy of America is China. Yep, the same country that buys all of our Treasury Bills; they and the Federal Reserve; but, you'll never hear a hand-picked goon like Obama or Romney trash the Federal Reserve. They know who writes and signs the checks. It's not that they just print more money out of QE3 thin air or anything of significance like that. Ssshhhhh, be very quiet. The Federal Reserve is always listening. The Fed isn't to blame in any of this. Allen Greenspan was always doing what was best for the American people. How did that little weasel escape unscathed from the economic debacle? Maybe the answer is the same reason his wife, Angela Mitchell, is a puppet for NBC News. But I bet you already knew that? Ben Bernanke can be trusted. No, no, no, it's China and their currency manipulation that has ruined this country. So, look out China, bend over and take your spanking, but just don't take any of it seriously; trust us, because the check's going to be coming in the mail. You'll get your money. But according to the USPS, it may not be for quite some time. Were broke.

Rufus: Lord of the Dogs: He made toothpicks out of logs.

     The year 2012, also saw the loss of one of my truly dear good friends. A friend who saw me through the thick and thin and was gracious enough to host me at his rehabilitation facility in the north woods of Wisconsin back in 2004 when I so desperately needed a re-birth. From the many walks in the woods to the tennis balls hit into the pond, Rufus, you are missed and always will be. In his absence, being that the ever powerful all encompassing force of the universe works in entertainingly mysterious ways, a miniature version of him has been received with open arms and open hearts; may you someday meet Kanaan in person; his world is all milk n' honey.

     Which finally leads me to ask, where has all the quicksand gone? It used to be all over in the television shows in the 70's and 80's, and now, it's nowhere to be found. Maybe it's because most of the middle class is stuck in it, and the need to put it on television would be like trying to get a politician to be honest; the desire is pointless; it's just not possible. Maybe it's been replaced instead with our love affair with zombies. What does that say about our culture? Do we see ourselves as brain-dead, greedy, hungry and dead-inside just stumbling through our lives from one chaotic scene to the next? I hope not. Ohhhh a shiny new electronic gadget.

     Unfortunately it may be the way things are supposed to happen, but so many of us only live and experience life in the digital ether of the wireless world, without even touching the ground; we have no actual sense of reality, we live only in our minds; but then again, that may be the best alternative given the state of the world we find ourselves living in.  We are in the Age of Aquarius and entering the 5th dimension of reality. Those who are prepared will find the transition cumbersome, but not too difficult as to be fruitless. Those stuck with the materialism of the 3rd dimension; well, you can already hear their subconscious screams of agony amongst their silent obedience to the herd mentality. Republicans and Democrats, Republicans and Democrats. Baaaahhhhhhh. The cycle of upheaval and massive cosmic change is shifting under our feet as I speak. There are tornado storms on the surface of our Sun the size of the state of Texas!!! All of that energy has to go somewhere, and believe me, it is coming.

It's all going according to plan. Trust me.

Tell your Friends....Spread the Outrage!

Subscribe here http://eepurl.com/qsHjr

Follow on Twitter @globaloutrage