If politics is a game then wealth and power is how you keep score. Ideally politics should not be a game, it should be all about the art of compromise aimed at melding the best aspects of differing viewpoints to bring into being the best possible governing bodies and statutes in order to best serve the interests of the majority of a population.

Politics as it is being played in today’s America is about amassing power in order to control social engineering with the goal being to create a borderless society consisting of only two classes, a small ruling elite and everyone else. Most reading these words will not find a place among the elite, leaving as the only alternative a place among the subservient majority.

This dystopia is the dream of a great many politicians, both in and out of elected office, oligarchs, tech giants, industrial leaders, media mavens and top military brass who have graduated from having military mind-sets to being politicians with chests full of fruit salad. In toto we have a loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires who have abandoned the old dictum of “might makes right” in favor of the new concept, “wealth makes right.” For them money is no longer primarily a means of exchange, it is a tool for exercising power and gaining a stranglehold on the population of the nation.

It takes deep pockets to organize and move millions of indigent people across Central America, Mexico, the U.S. Southern border, and then disperse then across the entire country. A complaint administration can only do so much. Beyond opening the border and then facilitating transportation once the horde is past the gates, the bulk of the heavy lifting has to be done by folks outside of government. And those so engaged are not doing so out of love for America.

While none of the woes heaped upon our country in the past 10 months have been accidental or unintentional, they would not have progressed as far as they have without a complacent majority of ordinary citizens who honestly believe they have no dog in the fight. Those ordinary citizens are you and me, the folks across the street and around the corner and down the block. It’s we, the people who are allowing the devastation to occur.

We sit on what we suppose are the sidelines, wring our hands and say, “golly, this isn’t good, I don’t like what’s happening, why doesn’t someone do something?” Spoiler alert, there aren’t any sidelines anymore, the whole bloody place is a war zone.

We are engaged in a civil war to determine which governing philosophy will control this nation into the future and the battles are being waged on Elm Street, Main Street, Every Street. You always have a choice. You can choose to be a part of the solution or opt to be part of the problem. And complacency when faced with a common enemy is definitely a problem.

The powers that be have created a straw dog, a surrogate to be the focus of our righteous, albeit impotent, anger. I say enough of that. If you can’t accurately identify the enemy you sure as heck will never defeat that enemy. Stop blaming Joe Biden. He is not the problem. If anything he is more worthy of your pity.

Does anyone remember the blonde joke craze? There was one about a ventriloquist, on stage with his dummy on his knee. He tells a string of lame blonde jokes until a lady in the third row, a blonde, stands up and shouts, “enough with the blonde jokes, you aren’t funny or even clever, insulting a class of people just for a cheap laugh.” The ventriloquist breaks character and begins to apologize, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to offend…” The blonde interrupts him with, “shut up, I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to that little smart-ass sonuvabitch sitting on your lap.”

Cut Biden some slack and direct your anger toward whomsoever owns the knee he’s sitting on. And while you’re at it toss a little blame toward Dr. Jill. She’s married to Joe, lives with him and she had to know what his mental condition was all along. Did her ambition outweigh her familial duty? What kind of person would knowingly subject someone they cared about to public humiliation and the shame of having to display before the world the tragedy of senility and mental decline?

Bottom line; It’s time for all of us to revisit that famous scene from the 1976 movie, “Network.” It’s time to open the window, lean out and shout, “I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore.”

It’s time to get involved in any way you can. Given my personal circumstances and stage of life this blog and keeping in constant contact with the few elected officials still fighting the good fight is pretty much all I can do. Voices crying the wilderness remain largely unheard but on occasion the spark falls on the right tinder.

It’s your country, what’s left of it, and it is worth fighting for. There are no sidelines, no safe haven in which to hide. Whether you like it or not you are on the battlefield and you can either join the resistance or you can just lay there and let them roll over you. When the enemy is on the horizon and safety is not in sight you have to conclude that it’s too far to run and too late to hide. The only thing left is to stand and fight.

God bless you, and God bless America.