He looked squarely at Mr. Bank and said, "The reason why we have so many illegals ruining this country and making the wages drop into the dirt is
because of bankers like you. You want them to come in here. What do you care as long as your bank makes money? What do you care if you ruin
America? You bankers are crooked traitors!"
You could have heard a pin drop. The banker's jaw dropped. His wife's eyes were as large as saucers. My mother shrieked, "WILLIE! SHUT UP
ALREADY!" Dad yelled back, "I WILL NOT. This guy knows it's the truth, don't you??" The banker got up with Mrs. Banker and walked out the door.
Good old dad, he sure knew how to wreck a party.
I was stuck hearing all the things that went against my America the Beautiful indoctrination. Our government is crooked. The judges are bought out.
Politicians are lying scum-bags. Our country is being destroyed from within. I would roll my eyes and think about other things. Dad used to follow
after me as I walked away, saying, "You'll see. They won't stop until this country is down the toilet. There will be a civil war with blood
running in the streets; nobody will be able to afford to buy anything. Better prepare for it now!"
I suppose I was in denial, but I didn't pay much attention to anything back then except the things most young people in their 20s think about.
I didn't think about the horror that was the JFK and RFK assassinations. I didn't think much about Martin Luther King getting gunned down. Nixon
was a joke, a fluke in his resignation, and it was funny to imitate him. During the S & L scandals of the 1980s, and Oliver North's amusing
treasonous activities, I paid scant attention. My father was beside himself with anger, but I could have cared less. When Reagan slept through the
hearings and couldn't remember, I just thought he was a doddering old fool. High treason? Hmm, never heard of it.
Dad passed away 16 years ago, from a car accident. I never realized how much of him was in me, and how many of his words were indelibly written in my
brain. "America is a lie," He used to say, "and Americans are idiots for believing it. Don't they see? Don't they know? They could fix it but
they're too ignorant to care."
Here I am, at age 50, and I have become my father. It happened rather suddenly. I was able to quit a stressful job working with the mentally
handicapped, and I finally had all kinds of time on my hands to learn, research, read, and reflect. I started with the JFK assassination. I was
horrified and sickened. Dad was right. It wasn't Oswald; it was something so much more sinister and evil than one lone nut. I then went on to
researching about 9/11, and then I became heartbroken. The official stories, the lies upon layers of lies, were peeling away. I had cried so much
that day about how many people died, but I was angry at the wrong entity for the crime. From this inside job came the Patriot Act, pre-written and
ready to put nails into America's coffin.
I learned about how our government works versus how it is supposed to work, and how far off the path we as a country have strayed from the vision of
our founding fathers. I earned of corruption, injustice, scandals, murders, massive thefts of taxpayer funds, open treason which was rewarded, and
how American citizens have been ripped off, bullied, and corralled as cattle, used as cash cows by the IRS. I even learned that the IRS is
unconstitutional, and their powers to ruin your life and steal everything are unmatched in the free world...or, more succinctly, the imaginary free
America, that land of promise, moral fortitude, and God's people, has become a lie. Like a set on a Hollywood lot that looks beautiful, don't look
too closely, for you will see it's all a facade. There is nothing behind the doors and windows; it's all paint, plaster and cardboard. Like a
mirage in the desert, the closer you get to it, the more it fades into nothingness.
I went through a period of about 6 months where I was angry; I cried often, I raged to the heavens above about the injustice of it all. It was
supposed to be a thing of beauty, a shining beacon of light and truth, but it's just a tinsel-wrapped falsehood. I finally got too exhausted and
burned out on the anger. I sat for days, rather catatonically, and just stared and thought.
I am now the bitter cynic that my father was. Bitter because we had it ALL in this country, and we blew it. You, me, every one of us, young and old,
through our ignorance, our complacency, and our lack of interest in civic matters, large and small. When I remember the promise of what could be, the
promise our founding fathers gave to us if only we learned from the mistakes of history and adhered to their vision, and see what we have become
today, I weep bitter tears, the tears of one who allowed a brutal murder to occur while they turned their heads to see what was coming up next on TV.