On Obama and Socialism

Apparently there’s quite the internet buzz going on about this 2001 audiotape (transcript below) from Obama:

“If you look at the victories and failures of the civil rights movement and its litigation strategy in the court, I think where it succeeded was to invest formal rights in previously dispossessed people, so that now I would have the right to vote. I would now be able to sit at the lunch counter and order as long as I could pay for it, I’d be o.k. But, the Supreme Court never ventured into the issues of redistribution of wealth, and of more basic issues such as political and economic justice in society. To that extent, as radical as I think people try to characterize the Warren Court, it wasn’t that radical. It didn’t break free from the essential constraints that were placed by the founding fathers in the Constitution, at least as its been interpreted and Warren Court interpreted in the same way, that generally the Constitution is a charter of negative liberties. Says what the states can’t do to you. Says what the Federal government can’t do to you, but doesn’t say what the Federal government or State government must do on your behalf, and that hasn’t shifted and one of the, I think, tragedies of the civil rights movement was, um, because the civil rights movement became so court focused I think there was a tendency to lose track of the political and community organizing and activities on the ground that are able to put together the actual coalition of powers through which you bring about redistributive change. In some ways we still suffer from that.”

tl;dr: Obama is a socialist?

Wikipedia: Socialism refers to a broad set of economic theories of social organization advocating state or collective ownership and administration of the means of production and distribution of goods, and the creation of an egalitarian society.

(egalitarian: a political doctrine that holds that all people should be treated as equals and have the same political, economic, social, and civil rights.)
[we’re already 3/4ths the way there, and it’s pretty nice isn’t it? But I digress…)

I hate politics, so many people are saying ‘Obama this,’ ‘McCain that’ these days that I almost just don’t want to get involved. This is ridiculous though. Now, what Obama said in the 2001 interview actually reflects the goal of his current tax plan quite well in my opinion, but some redistribution of wealth is not equal to socialism. If Obama is elected, I’m almost positive no one reading this will even have to pay any extra taxes while he is in office. If by some wonder some person making more than $250,000 (or is it $200,000, I don’t know, whatever) is reading this, you will still have your own money to “make you happy” (ugh) and I guarantee that you absolutely will not die by helping out the less fortunate a little more. If anything, feel better about yourself.

If you’re not a proponent of welfare (or, insert any other form of redistribution of wealth), so be it. But please humor me: Even if 99 out of 100 people abuse welfare, could you be happy if one legitimate American was able to “make it” because of your marginal donation? That’s a terrible success rate if you do the numbers, but numbers really shouldn’t apply when we’re talking about human lives. What if, in an ideal world, you could meet that one legitimate person? Would you not feel a surge of pride? Would you not do it again?  Don’t kid yourself.

Don’t fall into the trap of thinking closed-mindedly, thinking that welfare equates only to homeless people stealing your money. Be a little more selfless, a little more creative, have an abstract thought or two, and be okay with the fact that the good you do doesn’t necessarily always come and pat you on the back afterward.

It’ll be good for you.

Socialist government has never really worked, the US is not going to become China (socialist market economy) anytime soon, that’s laughable. Obama is not a socialist, he has very clearly (as far as politicians go) laid out what he wants to do with this country in the debates, at no time did he ever say he wants to remove from America the idea of personal wealth and have it completely redistributed.   Completely redistributed so that everyone in the United States of America has the same “…economic…rights.” That’s a ridiculous exaggeration, wonder what’s next…

Related video on moral differences between liberals and conservatives (learn to think outside the box a bit): http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/jonathan_haidt_on_the_moral_mind.html

comments welcome. discussion’s good.

live, flow.

don’t you breathe or it’ll break,
whispy silk linens crossing,

and please don’t stare or it’ll run,
silhouette black cat stalking,

don’t give in, it’ll come,
glorious time will always come,

anger and love will always come,
time honored, the stable ones,

hey don’t stand, you know you’ll fall,
legs too weak from years of running,

but don’t you stay or you’ll cry,
sights so high after years of dreaming,

if you cry you can change,
expand your mind, leave fear behind,

if you want we can go,
leave behind the past and live,

flow.

golden baby

you want to be held, baby,
like mother holds child,
high, the golden boy esteem,
you want to be held,
just to escape.

you want to be loved baby,
love seeps, fills your holes,
your black soul – poison sapping,
you want to be loved,
to leave it all.

you want to be hurt baby,
hurt like in your dreams,
brutal, battered, alive and well,
you want to be hurt,
just to feel again.

you want to give up, baby,
you always give up,
think about yourself baby,
it’s time to grow up,
it’s time to grow up, babe,
it’s time to walk tall,
it’s no time to hide baby,
no time at all.

before the morning coffee

photonic glory comes through the sheets and turns the wheel, starting a fit of celluloscopic momentum.

a maladapting cobweb of ideas unfurls, imperfect and impervious all the same.

writhing and twisting and fighting, an indifferent consciousness halfwakens.

immediately, love, the giant synergistic organism, consummates; taking hold of the weak synaptic mirage and conquering mercily.

it relegates relunctantly as patience takes it by one giant sickly hand and walks it back to the depths, stepping softly and surely around the sticky, redundant, landscape so as to not impower the monster again.

reason takes over, hunger comes and goes, responsibility rears its head, passion next, then the coffee is ready.

solid and liquid, particulates and gases

shifting patterns curl ripple and swirl
dissociating coils, scrolls highlight the air,
no current can hide within its silky mist,
everything is made known and true,
break apart from the stream and float,
just drift, curtail flighty desires,
fluidity is your religion, normalcy your bane,
embrace your surroundings by default,
there is no choice, it is you and you are you,
only visible with the right backdrop,
light loses itself in you for hours or seconds,
whether we can see it or not,
you don’t ever stop, just gradually thin,
come thick from the spout into this world,
and drown willingly, drinking rich complexity,
you’re always there even as you leave everyone you’ve ever known.

Today

warping windows creak, leaking widow’s tears,
painfully kept in swelling wood,
housing growing fears,
because they could, power said they would,
liars and crooks and husbands,
shaking the world around,
study all your books and look to the past,
never consume them desires,
fuel raging mental fires,
headlong you’ll sprint, lungs burning, eyes red,
bloodshot bombshells and sex games,
rot and rot and rot,
help’s only giving substance to your bon mots,
reject all people’s cares and demons,
because none are self aware,
consuming everyone weak inside to the out,
some fall in less than a week,
separate strong from meek,
dwindling rugged fools entrench the old rules,
giant roots but no one grows,
materials suck nutrients,
drained minds sucked empty never wander far away,
home is no sanctuary here,
but a wretched place bound by desolation and fear

The headache recedes and we’re back now, fake necessities humbling a hurting mind.  Empirical gains all are green with envy for the quota.  Imprinted pysches with the wrong articles, words, and truths.  Trick or treat consumerism, but just wine and dine and we’ll all be fine.  Heads are down, but eyebrows raised, don’t say a word or bitch and moan or cry about any sort of change, even nickels.  Go back and remember pops bassy brass clanking at the range.  Idealism becomes surrealism, fuck-ups, tripes, and hypocrasies.  Truth absent, the world is rife.  Remove pain from life and just treat some symptoms, take it easy.  Indifference is easy.  Born here, we’re blessed and cursed with the trump card of almighty and epic proportions.  Card carrying white collar thieves run us, bereaving everyone below their radar with flicks of their masturbation laden gold-watched wrists.

And we have put up with this shit.

my sound

nothing real in my veins
besides the diseased cocaine
from that whore who sneezed into me
while i screamed her name
oh lusty shame

gotta claim some notes my own
gonna do it or i’m gonna drown
because i won’t allow myself to be fine
engrossed in an ocean of sound
with her not around

you see babe it no longer fits
going brain dead and getting lit
on a lonely dark character’s street
society’s standards give the easy light
but no life grows without some fight

she’ll walk right through you
ghosts don’t ring strong and true
she didn’t stay, you didn’t make her
I’d love to give her my soul
she can make me whole

apollocalyptic

The sky was blue, but the power was still out.  The cars drove by, dodging trees, organic obstacles, people.  Water and blood wash the streets of their manmade oil and grime to pristine gold and God smiles down, his reflection enters the metaverse.  Marty saw a clear blue sky.  Susie saw angels come to reign.  Ebibo from Africa, for him, it rained fish and milk.  Jack saw Nascar and the Earth revolved around.  Personal Heaven.

Carnagal beauty and tragic death existing.  Universal harmony.  Energy of the stars, a giant heist, big theft.  Bank robbers burst out of buildings.  No cops will stop them, they won’t come around here no more.  Money won’t matter.  They cry.

Mailmen read everyone’s mail if they can still read, if they still have their sight.  Cats and dogs fight over the children’s eyes, they fell out rotting in greed while staring at the sky.  Meows, cawing, selfless woofs.  Blood, bones, debris, leaves a golden colored rust, manfluence gone, utterly gone.  Still is the cat while she caws.

Crosses and graves emptied to the stars.  Floating by their toenails to their heavenly seat.  On what wonder and joy shall they all met?  God.  The end of Physical Existence.

mischeivers in every tent

days of not dreaming
and it’s been too long,
crumbs are everywhere,
I have eaten everything,
I have eaten everyone,
I am still thin,
too fragile in mood and mind,
days of not dreaming,
and it’s
been,
too,
long,

power seeking is incarnating the weakest hour,
weakness incarnate,
rare is love like the calcified,
porous bones
of a four-winged bird
after a sudden bloody apocalypse,
the ground strewn with humanity,
it’s legacy,
tall grayed buildings
the facade game,
failed fecundity lessons,
tall grayed buildings,
calm and serene,
we are not here,
too frustrated and impatient,
two peaks,
two valleys,
infinite rolling plains,
highs,
lows,
indifference,
global goodhearted strangers
all judged wrong,
trust theft lasts forever,
all leaves fall and crumple
and die,
shredded by invisible
sporulent thieving ghosts,
saviors seep back where they came,
never really here,
making everything possible,

I am a leaf,
you are a leaf,
fall gracefully,
careening from side to side,
stay afloat eternally,
see everything,
meters upon meters of infinite space,

plunk to the ground
in seconds,
wet with greed
bad luck and dirty water,
where meaning eludes life,
those are unable to love,

love is never lost on those,
fall with a thud,
love is never lost on those,
they crumple,
love is never lost on those,
and die.