Archive for October, 2016


La vita è breve e l’arte è lunga, (or in Bad English) – Life is short – but Art lasts forever…

(Ancient Italian expression – possibly from the Renaissance)

I’ve decided that art is just a habit-forming drug. That’s all it is, for the artist, for the collectors, or for anybody connected with it –

Marcel Duchamp, Dadaist

Os gustan las cosas por snobismo desde el momento que son caras. Quien tiene dinero es un hombre honroso. El honor se compre y se vende como el culo. Es como vuestras esperanzas, vuestras paraisos, vuestros idolos, vuestros politicos, vuestros heroes, vuestras artistas conocidas, vuestras religiones: NADA…

or in Bad English –

You, (meaning rich art collectors, rich gallery owners and rich museum directors), really like things for ‘snobism,’ right from the moment that they are expensive. Whoever has money is an honorable man. One now buys and sells honor for some ass. It is the same like your hopes, your heavens, your idols, your politicians, your heroes, your world-famous artists, your religions: NOTHING…

– Francis Picabia, Dadaist

What happened? What went wrong? Who’s to blame?

Or should I write, how did the Fine Arts transform from a magical discipline of sacred craft and guild to a rich kid, hipster identity stage?

Technology actually gave the coup de grace, or the final sword thrust into Fine Art’s plastered soul. If we want to blame a specific technological innovation, then we must point the culpability to photography. The Photograph killed the drawing-etching-painting guild magic.

Before discussing the history of Fine Arts, specifically, drawing, etching and painting, we ought to first analyze the other subjects included within the Fine Arts group. Ceramics now plays a double role. First, ceramic artists will often build large installation pieces, generally combined with other media, like metal or wood. Such installations are usually inside the Sculpture fine art world.

Most ceramic pieces tend to function as green eating ware for the organic-natural food market. Food Coops and natural food stores generally sell them.

Sculpture has successfully escaped the marginal art deluge, since sculptors are also often accomplished carpenters, architects, structural engineers, welders, builders or electricians. Rich and powerful investors still like those bulky bronze statues-public art works anyway. Sculptural installations also look cool in massive party-festival events, such as Burning Man.

Psychobabble ideology has stolen and bludgeoned the Art of the Mind from our World Religions – and most specifically Buddhism. The Modern State and Spy Master-Militarism ideologies have exterminated the Art of Persuasion out of Ancient Philosophy and Oratory. Global Monopoly Capitalism has annihilated the Art of working in a community for the greater humanity.

But this time, a cabal of elites, or elite art snobs, and who also use inconsequential, Academic, post-modern vocabulary, have tortured and imprisoned the open creativity of the Fine Arts. Around a little over one hundred years ago, those elites concocted the parasitical monstrosity of Captialist-PostModern Art.

They have done this through mastering and controlling four crap, urban institutions, all of which imprison the fine arts under the security codes of Capitalism. They are Gallery Stores, Art Investor Markets-Collectors, Art School-Institute Scams, and Contemporary Art-Modern Art Museums.

The intellectual support for this apparatus of greedy shame comes from the paid shill, art critic who defends the crap art for money with postmodern, meaningless vocabulary.

The entire pyramid scheme functions wonderfully. First, the Gallery Stores, sell only paintings, and rarely sculptures, which their wealthy buyers-collectors, or actually investors, believe, will hopefully resale for higher profits in the future. All gallery store owners are also wealthy individuals with lots of capital, so the flim flam operation benefits both parties.

If the artist becomes a celebrity artist, i.e. another Picasso or whatever, then the investor will resale the work, not in another gallery or an unknown auction space, but at one of the two famous British Auction houses, such as Sotheby’s and Christies. Nowadays, this is rarely the case, since there exist more self-proclaimed artists living in our contemporary world than queen ants forming insect colonies inside an entire desert.

This is where the Contemporary Art Museum Director sashays onto the rotten cabaret stage. The Modern Art Director finds some pieces of work, originally purchased through the art investor-collector-gallery owner clique, and so the museum chief needs to form a retrospective show of the now cool and respected artist, at his new museum grand opening. The museum boss hopes to attract those same art investors as his personal, regularly paying members of the new Ponzi business. Have you ever wondered why so many wings or sections of museums have particular last names, such as the Getty wing, or the Rockefeller wing?

Yet, almost all Art Museum Directors are highly paid, state-municipal employees, regularly earning their salaries in the middle six figure range. The Modern Art Museum Director can now double dip from both the public tax trough and from the wealthy art investor trough, while always keeping his or her salary and benefits as one of the best paid executives in the hipster section of the gentrified part of the city.

Contemporary Art Museum Directors, Gallery Store Owners and Wealthy-Elite Art Investors all clean each other’s egos. The Contemporary Art Market runs itself as a closed, elite game of passing the money between the rich, while the Art Market also adds an air of prestige and respectability to the previous fortunes of great, legal crimes.

Where does the Art School Scam fit in? The Amerikan University Monster has already destroyed both the guild system and technical colleges through its Community College Fraud System. Now students have to pay higher and higher tuition money, so they can learn the old artisan skills, originally instructed through master artisans, such as Barber work, Welding, Machinists, Mechanics, etc.

As I explained earlier, wealthy elites now control the Fine Art Market of painting and particular sculpture pieces. Poor students have to attend Fine Art classes at the same Community College Fraud System, while wealthier kids can attend Fine Art classes at the Public State Universities.

For those bizarre, elite wealthy kids, who could never fit in at prep schools, there are particular Art Schools-Colleges just for them, such as Bard and Bennington. Or for those students who consider themselves – the truly serious artists, there are exist thousands of private Art Institutes found across the United States.

All of these Art School Fraudsters have one thing in common. They charge high tuition money for years of course work. The students often have to take out usury loans in order to afford such instruction. When the students leave, then the School-Institute drops all responsibility for them. Those same students cannot find any decent work, or even any work at all – with those useless BFAs, or Bachelors of Fine Arts Degrees. Who said fraudster crime doesn’t pay?

What about the instructors at those thousands of Art Colleges and Art Institutes? Well, one needs an MFA, or Masters of Fine Arts Degree, in order to teach at that level. But there now exists a serious glut of MFAs on the Art Education Market. How to get that stable full-time teaching job? You had better have an inside hook to the administration.

The real jobs are where those administrator deans, assistant deans, provosts, assistant provosts, and presidents of the Art Schools-Institutes have their spacious offices. All of those skimmers make six figure salaries with steep benefits and even steeper severance packages, also in the six figures, just in case they have to leave. Art School Administrators also tweak the egos of the Museum Directors, Gallery-Store Owners and Elite Art Investors. Again, the Modern Fine Art Racket always runs circular into the rancid sink drains of unearned privileges.

There was one movement of artists that publicly attacked such an art fraud when it had first appeared on the historical scene in Europe after World War I. But the elite art swindler-investors just bought out some of the more outlandish artists. The art investors later transformed the artistes into Modern Art History Cool – so the movement lost – but the Anarchist spirit was still alive.

All of this rejection to snob-elite art had the name of Dadaism. Dada didn’t actually mean anything. This anti-art art movement was another part of the nothing, void, emptiness. After their sell-out, Surrealist Art birthed, often attended with Dada refugees – but some of those so-called starving artists also sold out to the elite art collectors, gallery owner snobs – and especially to the Modern Art Museum Bosses.

The date was an early autumn evening in 1919. The dark red-brown place was a dingy, red light, cafe-prostitute den-indigent hangout in a more notorious section of Paris. Dada artists would purposefully perform bad art for the unwary public. Black grained tobacco smoke and stale red wine filled the consumptive air of the den-cafe. Outside, a light rain hit the facade, and which gave the whole ambience a poverty-bohemia vibe.

The Dadaists performed music in discordant notes, read poetry of a few disjointed lines and suddenly walked off the floor-stage, others painted over prints of famous paintings. One artist tried to have sexual intercourse with another patron – in front of everyone present!. The captive audience, almost all of them, dada sympathizers, patiently waited for more marvelous surprises.

Dada did have its moments of shock and awe, mostly against the hypocrisy, horrors and mass murders of World War I. Other artists went too far with the shock. A few artists mistakenly joined the Leftist agitation of that time, and especially in Berlin, another bohemia-poverty enclave in post-WW I Europe. All of this political, avant-garde art agitation only encouraged the Fascists, Reactionaries and National Socialists to exact some revenge on the fag, cowardly, artist traitors.

Most of the Dada artist-bums were quite cowardly – and some actually fled to the arch-conservative United States during the second round of WW I, called World War II! Others just left the movement because the bad art was going nowhere fast – while another group had joined the Surrealist club, mixing Psychobabble, Anarchic libido and so-called hidden sociopolitical messages inside of their masterpieces.

Artists from all over Europe, and even the rest of the world, took on the Dada urge, and so there were no more bourgeois Impressionistic or Realist paintings. Marcel Duchamp exhibited a public urinal in one of his art openings; and even Picasso took a liking to all of the big middle finger posturing. Next, there was an explosive vomit of artist movements-ideologies ransacking old, decrepit Europe.

All of them exhibited subjective art stuff, or performance related pieces geared to the artists’ imaginations, or mental sufferings. The list has included Expressionism, Cubism, Pointillism, Constructivism, Surrealism, Futurism, Dada, Minimalism, Abstractionism, Anti-Art, Pop Art, and most importantly, Modern Art or Modernism.

Those anti-art rebels actually helped their own supposed worst enemies. Their lifestyles and art work often displayed a celebration of rich-kid, trust fund bohemia, drug abuse, or parasiting off family and friends for money to burn on partying.

Some of the bad attitudes encouraged lazy living, sleeping in bed until midday, playing chess or card games to kill time, spending whole nights of intoxication in cafes, pubs, bars and taverns, and ultimately, the hard life of arrogant poverty, ravenous scrap eating, multiple sexual encounters, recurring homelessness, and disregarding basic hygiene.

Some rebels refused to do any wage slave work, while others snubbed their noses at the regular idiots who trudged to their jobs every morning. Hard working artists did emerge from the group. But all of those hard-working rebels eventually had to bow their heads to the elite, rich bourgeois bastards.

Enter the modern art collector. Who were the first modern art collectors post World War I? They were often single Jewish women from America who inherited great fortunes, Gertrude Stein was one in Paris, and Peggy Guggenheim was another one in Venice.

The art collectors seized on the avant-garde, bohemian coolness of the Dada movement. They correctly understood that the anti-art art movement was actually a wonderful, up and coming art revolution – and especially for the growing industry of modern art museums, whether the Tate of London, Le d’Orsay de Paris, or the Museum of Modern Art, the MOMA, of NYC. New York City even became the premier center for Modern Art enclaves, with other massive modern art museums, such as the Guggenheim Corporation and the Whitney Trust.

What made an art revolution? It was something new and outrageous, something that shocked the conservative establishment, and while at the same time, artists had to actually live the authentic avant-garde, rebellious, cool spirit of art. The artist was not an accomplished craftsman – those were boring idiots. The artist was rather a wild, free rebel with money, a possible jazz music-addict-vagabond-bad ass!

The old, accomplished artist of forty years that painted beautiful, realistic landscapes was another boring loser – but a heroin addicted, part-homeless, art school kid with dreads – and who died of AIDS – was completely sellable. Marcel Duchamp, the Dadaist of urinal fame, still has had some of his works displayed at the MOMA and at the Guggenheim!

What also makes the final sale into the hundreds of thousands of dollars is the art critic parasite. This species of hack writer regurgitates postmodern prose into a vaguely coherent art review. Such pomo writers regularly use particular terms: canvas to assemblage discourses, spatial constructs, subjective agency, post-structural forms, post-colonial imaginings, self dialogues and the other, coloring relays, formative planes of place and space, environment-displacements-dislocations, range of processes, and there are thousands of other postmodern lingos that those dissemblers regularly use.

This postmodern crap verbiage mixed with trust fund, rebel kid, artist cool has completely destroyed the modern art world. There have been great works of art from the minimalist, abstract and constructivist categories – but now, most artist statements, work titles and even museum exhibit intros use this postmodern garbage. Postmodernism always kills the vibe – because it is meaningless academic speak.

The real reason for such language foolery is that it separates the uninitiated, philistine, right-wing buffoon, wearing the lame wardrobe – from the cool, pseudo-Leftist artiste, often polygendered, with multiple piercings, colored hair – and a super cool clothing style, usually black colored, which even runway models don’t know about. The horrid history of Modern Art does not end here.

During the 1950-60s, Abstract Expressionism and Minimalism began to make inroads into the Modern Art World of the United States. While the Amerikan Empire battled the Soviet Union for the Space Race, (through using ex-Nazis for the NASA program); the CIA had to do battle with Russia’s contribution to Modern Art, called Constructivism. The CIA, John Hay Whitney, (former spy-the Whitney Museum Trust), Nelson Rockefeller and J. Paul Getty, (both elite art collectors), pushed the American answer to Communist Constructivism – American Abstract Expressionism.

All of sudden, the modern art world uncovered its new modern art stars: Jackson Pollock, Willem De Kooning, Robert Motherwell and Mark Rothko. Their pieces later sold in the hundreds of thousands – and even in the millions! All Modern Art History books have special sections on those geniuses. And still the putrid story does not end.

After the Kerner Commission and Council of Foreign Relations pushed for urban renewal to put down the rebellions against the elites, the deindustrialization of New York City in the early 1970s happened. Many non-white, poor lumpens either ended in the prison gulags, homelessness, or died on street corners as drug addicts.

For many artists with white skin privilege and middle class backgrounds it was different. They would rent abandoned small factory floors as live in-work spaces, sometimes referred to as loft spaces. A massive community of artists took over the urban dead zone. Landlords went into ecstasies of unstoppable greed.

Suddenly, a horde of gallery stores, and later furniture stores opened their doors in the area. The next arrivals were eclectic restaurants, pseudo-European style cafes and dark bars of craft beers. The City of New York, which once considered that area part of Little Italy, the Industrial District and the Lower West Side, Tribeca, then renamed the section as a world-famous London area – SOHO, or the so-called, South of Houston Street area – and right next to the West Village too!

Next in line, Art Schools opened their doors around the area, such as the School of Visual Arts (SVA), Pratt, and the Art Institute – and even the museum gangs invaded: The New Museum of Contemporary Art and Guggenheim Soho! Most of the original struggling artists had to relocate to afford cheaper rents, a few got lucky and had their galleries sell their works for hundreds of thousands of dollars. This urban art-heart attack was a terrible precursor to the Amerikan gentrification Katrina.

Now, across the United States, the artists, most of whom possessing white skin privilege, have transformed into the official patron saints of urban gentrification schemes. This explains the love that those corrupt, third world dictators, or mayors, found amongst most of the Amerikan Empire’s urban hells, feel towards bringing in the artists.

Even small, loser cities have jumped onto the attract the artists bonanza. Now an actual corporation works with local politician crooks, called Art Space. This corporation redesigns buildings and then offers affordable rents to artists only, while the rest of the city population struggles under the slow murder of landlord-property pimping and extortion rate capitalism. Many property pimps also advertise their gentrified spaces as artist loft condos!

Once again, the Amerikan Empire of Sociopaths and Global Monopoly Capitalism have strangled Art with a vomit laced pillow.

Let us remember that we are all artists – and the elites can never take that away from us. Cooks, clowns, athletes, historians, writers, welders, videographers, drivers, baristas, gunsmiths, cleaners, builders and gardeners, and etc. – yes, those of us who love and create while working – are indeed artists – true artists of the craft and of the profession! We shall continue to work hard and to perform our arts to the best of our abilities – money or no money.

As Artists and Anarchists we must completely avoid those once a month urban gallery art walks. Yes, they offer free wine, beers, even hard liquor, and GMO snacks – but so what… Are we so lame that we cannot organize our own art space parties? If those few African-American store owners in the ghetto allowed such open street drinking – the donut cops would close down their businesses within a day!

Never enter any of those art gallery stores – nor could you afford their price gouging anyway. Most of the owners are wealthy art seller-swindlers. Those galleries are the second wave of the urban gentrification schemers, inclusive of furniture stores, cool-expensive thrift stores, dark hipster bars, high-end cafes, and ethnic restaurants with vegetarian options of course, always prepared by workers – without any legal papers to work. The rich always pay poor salaries to their wage slaves. Nowadays, no service workers live in the same area where they work.

Modern and Contemporary Art Museum admission prices are about the same as seeing a crap Hollywood movie at a dingy movie multiplex. Which would you rather pay for? Yet some of those museum scam operations have free entrance days and free artist lectures. Attend those free dates for your own enjoyment. Never pay anyone, nor any institution, to experience art – since we are all experts and artists within our very own particular fields.

And please don’t attend any art school or any art institute. If you want to draw and paint, just go out there and do it. Enroll in an intro to drawing and painting course at a local community college for the basic skills. If you want to understand art history, or a particular artist, then go to the 700 section of your local library – and read. It is all free.

As Anarchy is the natural order for Human interactions, so the Artist, like the Warrior and the Lover, live inside all of us.

When the spectacle is over, the artists’ stage is bare and naked. We have already spotted the lame and rotten institutions that have claimed a monopoly on Art. We have uncovered their lies and deceit, and so we reject their entire capitalist art project.

Power and freedom come from one’s own effort, one’s own work. Rejecting such elite cravings, nonsense and greed, we open our own studios – first of the Mind, and then of the Heart.












Don’t do it!

I mean become a wage slave just because some hypocrites and lowlifes tell you to get a job. What jobs are those bum experts talking about anyway?

Do they mean a low paying retail job, where you still have to clean toilets and mop floors, and which only pays 10$ per hour – the same rate of pay from 20 years ago? Do they imply a fast food McJob that pays even less than 10$ – and you still have to mop floors, clean disgusting bathrooms – and prepare dirty burgers? Or is there some social service job available, possibly working with homeless people, recovering addicts, parolees, or whatever half-way house prisoners – and you have to babysit them-play cop, also for less than 10$ per hour? There is an even better question to ask: why don’t those same buffoons who always scream get a job – actually work at those same crap jobs?

We all know the answer to that one. Us unemployable, ex-students, ex-part timers, ex-Mcjobbers, ex-homeless, ex-waiters, ex-addicts, ex-prisoners, ex-PhDs, ex-bums, ex-travelers, ex-beggars, ex-couch surfers, ex-musicians, ex-cooks, ex-exers – don’t have any worthy skills worthy for any contemporary job available.  

What skills does one really need for today’s pyramid scheme economy, which uses Centralized Federal Banks’ funny money? Our pathetic goals are simply to create greater profit windfalls for corporate multinationals. How does one help the corporation achieve greater profits? Well, the corporation needs to beat the competition – and the only method that works one hundred percent is monopoly. How does monopoly function in today’s brutal economic world? Chosen elites arrange secretive money deals with even more corrupt entities, such as US Federal, State and Municipal governments. When one has the State on its side, the monopoly becomes locked and loaded. Even when profits and performance die – the money keeps rolling into shareholder coffers.

This is how Contemporary Crony Capitalism functions, like a well-built, well-oiled machine. Its leaders and enablers do no useful work, except insure legalized crime and corruption. Profits go to the shareholder class of parasites, meanwhile, the skilled working man earns even less, and less – and soon dies a sad death.

Scam casinos rely on the slot and crap game dummies in order to cover their basic operation costs. Contemporary Crony Capitalism USA relies on government handouts, infusions, and market privileges for covering their most important activities, such as corporate shareholder executive salaries, and compensations in the millions of dollars. Its second crutch finds the cheapest labor source available in the world, whether overseas, foreigners on student visas, or even undocumented workers in the illegal markets.

These crooks are the true Queens of Welfare. Whether they exist as war industries, i.e. defense contractors, or energy companies, or consultant companies, or electric car companies, or private prison companies, or mercenary-war companies, or even preferred commercial banking companies.

Thousands of States within this same United States of America, or the Amerikan Empire, Federal, State and Municipal, grasp their jaundiced fingers within multiple economic pies and legal bribery ties.

American capitalism wasn’t always like this however. About a hundred years ago it was quite different.

Actually, seventy years before Detroit became the infamous, Detroit Rock City, of White Stripes fame, and fifty years before, The Motown Sound, this same city had received another nickname, The Motor City. It really was moving in sync with the Roaring Twenties.

What had transformed a former military outpost, fought between French Canadians and Anglo-Americans during the 1700’s, into the ‘Motor City Capital of the World’?

Detroit’s identity transformed from the hard work and corporate vision of one man. He represented a complete, man of destiny. His intensity of operation also included a violent security-police force that rivaled the local La Cosa Nostra Famiglia, the racist-fascist Black Legion, and the Detroit Police Department.

His name was Henry Ford. His very own Ford Motor Company would not only transform the city of Detroit, but he would even revolutionize Industrial Capitalism for the entire world.

Ford did not start out as a rich kid inheriting daddy’s money. His parents were farmers out in rural and super cold Michigan. His dad was a hard disciplinarian. If Ford refused to get up at 5:30 a.m. to do the farm work – and even in 25 below 0 Fahrenheit weather with a nasty wind chill in the middle of winter – then the dad got out the belt and his hands for some instant karma. Ford never liked it, but it made him tough and rough. Rural Michigan was part of the wild west during the 1870s.

On his time off, Henry did not do the country kid, Huck Finn-Tom Sawyer adventure games; instead he worked on engineering projects – even after feeling tired from rigorous farm duties. As a kid, he already found a money-making venture out in small-town Michigan. Henry realized that more farmers were using mechanized machinery on the land. Henry advertised himself in town as the go-to fix-it guy for broken machines. He found so much instant work and money that he turned down the crappy jobs.

Nor did the young man spend his money on wine, woman and song. He saved his money because he knew what he wanted to accomplish in the future. He invested in machine parts, and started as an apprentice to a local machinist. Farming just wasn’t his thing.

Engineering was the thing, creating and making things with his own hands – and most importantly, he wanted to eventually become his own boss – run his own company, his own way. Ford would become one of the successes of the American Dream: combining hard work, thrift and ingenuity. And to top it all off, Ford never attended high school, nor any stupid university in order to obtain a useless degree. Ford knew that he was good – and ready for action.

As a young man, Mr. Ford acquired his own farm property, married, had a child, while Thomas Edison’s company, Edison illuminating, later hired him as one of its mechanical engineers.

Edison admired Ford’s work ethic, honesty and innovation so much in fact, that he promoted Ford to the chief engineer position of the company. Ford was running his very own team of professional engineers, inventors, artists and scientists.

During the 1890s, most cars still ran on the slow and cumbersome electric model. Ford understood that drivers were seeing those autos as more of a light diversion, rather than a functional vehicle that could actually move people across the country. Ford always spotted an opportunity – and then grabbed it by both hands.

In Ford’s own garage, after a hard ten-hour work day at the company, Ford labored tirelessly on a new automobile, which used gas-oil and a battery to run continually, long and fast. Electric cars overcharged a battery that would eventually die out. Through hands-on work, Ford had finally developed a full-on internal combustion engine – and next, built the frame around it – and he even built the entire thing himself. This auto would become Ford’s Model A Car.

Ford’s destiny star was still rising. He left Edison Illuminating, and next worked at the Detroit Automobile Company. He quit that job when his time was opening up. In 1903, He finally formed his very own auto company, The Ford Motor Company, which has been in operation until this very day!

Ford transformed into the work maniac meets prophetic visionary. When a company president or some shareholder started to mess with his vision and organization, he would buy out their positions or shares, and then immediately fire them!

He gave the orders and ran the corporate venture as a British Navy Man-of-War. Any executive caught in ill-discipline, managing the projects haphazardly or just shirking on assignments – met with a verbal warning from him. If it happened again – well, here’s your severance check and goodbye.

Another man by the name of Selden held the first auto patent, which made him quite wealthy. Ford refused to pay Selden for using his steering wheel design. If Selden wanted to sue, Ford was ready with a team of nasty attorneys, ripening for a state of war.

Ford later made deals with other wealthy capitalists in order to receive the gentleman’s special rates. He was not only friends with his former boss, Edison, but became a close friend of Henry Firestone of rubber tire fame and John D. Rockefeller of Standard Oil or Exxon fame, and he even got acquainted with the infamous JP Morgan of international banking and corporate merger fame.

Ford’s successes continued unabated, and soon US Presidents, such as Warren G. Harding and Franklin Roosevelt wanted to consult the Man from Dearborn. Ford truly understood the art of making of cars – since he built one from his own hands – and he knew that the world was changing industrial production.

Most car companies still built their cars, like the old artisan guilds, one car at a time, where four or five workers made the masterpiece. This process functioned inside custom body auto shops – but it did not work for selling good cars.

Henry Ford revolutionized the industrial capitalist process, not just for cars, but for all industries across the world: rubber tires, steel production, oil production and later, airplane construction.

Mr. Ford understood that mechanics and engineers needed parts, which they could fit on any Ford car. Ford introduced manufactured interchangeable parts for all of his vehicles. If any problem occurred, then the right serial number to the part corresponded to the Ford repair manual. Ford also patented every single one of his parts, so that other car companies had to come to him for the diagrams and models.

Ford produced these parts not inside garage spaces, but on long shop floors with loud and fast, mass industrialized production. Ford was the first corporate leader to set up the mass assembly line process, where each worker had one specific, repetitive task to accomplish as the parts moved down the assembly line. Ford could then manufacture hundreds of cars per day. This common manufacturing reality had the name of division of labor.

The Man Ford was the first venture capitalist-inventor-engineer-mechanic who understood that workers on assembly lines had to work both properly and efficiently – and especially when it came to automobiles. Ford, an avid reader, read Frederick Taylor’s, The Principles of Scientific Management, (1911). He used Taylor’s theories as a standard for his line factory automation. Ford then timed his autoworkers to produce a greater yield and within faster increments, while the foremen screamed over the workers’ heads. By the 1920s, no other auto company could out-produce the Ford Motor Company.

But Henry Ford was not just a heartless task driver, he also understood that he needed to pay his workers a living wage, where his very own laborers could also buy affordable cars! This is just what happened. Ford developed his classic motor car, affordable to both elites and workers. The masterpiece was the Ford Model T, and he was even the first carmaker to mass produce the V8 engine. The world knew this labor system as Fordism.

Ford cars were then all over the States – and the world. Ford had plants in Europe, Africa and in Asia. He even had a plant in the Communist Soviet Union! Ford’s cars worked so well, that the folk-hero gangster of the 1930s, John Dillinger, wrote Ford a letter praising his V8 engine car while eluding cops. Even the actor-director Charlie Chaplin took a humorous swipe at Ford and Taylor’s automated assembly lines in his classic silent film, Modern Times, (1936).

Henry Ford had become the face of the American dream. He had a 56 room castle-estate built for his family, called Fairlane. He also set up funds for his own charitable society, called the Ford Foundation, and he created the first, non-traveling living museum, called Greenfield. Ford also financed and supported multiple race car drivers.

There was also a negative side to the man – but he didn’t care. Ford became a devoted anti-Semite, publishing a book, The International Jew, (1920), also earning a flattering line within Adolf Hitler’s own work, Mein Kampf. Ford was a union hater, and hired a special group of security thugs, called the Service Department, to beat the crap out of UAW organizers and agitators. Ford’s enemy list also included Black Jazz music, Hollywood Cinema, the Newspaper Media, Commies and Alcohol.

Mr. Ford avidly supported Prohibition. If you wanted to work at the Ford Motor Company, employees had to sign a special contract allowing his Sociology Department, to visit your private home and spy out any alcoholic drinking, carousing, partying, smoking and sexual indiscretions. Infractions got a warning. After the second demerit – well you could go pick up your last check.

Henry Ford, admire him or despise him, was his own man. He made his American Dream come true – not Hollywood style with a dopey happy ending – but with hard work, brilliant ideas and jumping right on to life’s opportunities.

Henry was also born and bred Michigan – and lived there for the rest of his life. He was so influential that he changed the history of world capitalism and his adopted city of Detroit. Henry lived cars – and yes, he actually built them from his very own two hands – inside of his very own garage.

But he was not the only American to actually fulfill his American economic dream combining a successful business with the enjoyment of honestly earned wealth. Millions of other American men, almost all of them having the white skin privilege, have also obtained their own versions of the American Dream.

The American Dream was never a lie – and a large portion of the world’s population also knew this truth. I can recount my own personal experiences seeing ancient guys coming from all parts of Europe, or from lower class backgrounds, with almost no funds, nor state education diplomas in their pockets – and yet after 40 years of trials, traumas and triumphs – they too have achieved the golden road to affluence, and the retirement worthy of princes. And so what happened to the Dream?

Around the early 1970s, elite criminals through their organizations, such as The Trilateral Commission, The Council of Foreign Relations and The Bilderberg Group, hijacked the freedom and took the prosperity hostage. They just wanted all the funds and fun for themselves – and the rebellious youth were turning against them anyway. Time for a retrenchment.

For us younger fellas – there is only the Amerikan nightmare leftovers. The biggest growth industries are in parasitical civil service and government jobs, often run by senior fatsos and lazy bums who sit at desks for a few hours, receive their yellow checks, and then wastrel away on eternal pensions.

The other growth industries are in the institutions of legal violence and murder: the US Military-Industrial-Spy Complex, the Prison-Industrial Complex, the Police-Industrial Complex, and the Security System-Mercenary Contractors.

The good jobs in the Oil-Gas industry are drying up faster than the Fracking wells, and some tech jobs now go to Foreigners on the H-1B visa waivers. Even the dummies with four different diplomas now reject teaching jobs. So where does all that leave us?

We only have the low wage, bad jobs of the service sector available – that is if you can still tolerate them. There are always fast food dump McJobs and some Wal-Fart opportunities. Then there are the small businesses that have stayed behind: restaurants, retail, bars, cafes and other desperate joints that eye potential customers as starved sharks in an aquarium pool.

They want loyalty from us wage slaves, yet will fire us within a flick of a match. Once hired, our horrible lives revolve around their crazy scheduling. The owners force us to schmooze the hated customers into buying more of the crap product. We must act super nice, like street hustlers, so those same customer marks leave spending some of their hard-earned cash. Meanwhile, the boss in the back room treats us like potential adversaries.

There are also particular business scams that generally harass and steal from the poor, often festering exclusively in Amerika’s thousands of ghettos. We have Government agencies, like cops, firemen, bail bonds and jails, and there are the Check Cashing-Instant Money joints, Pawn Shops, Convenience-Liquor Stores, and hole in the wall Churches with pastors who look like they just got released from the State Mental Institution.

The only lucrative trade left, comes down to landlordism, or property pimping condemned structures, with no regular repairs, nor pest extermination, while charging higher than usual rents.

Unless the law school graduate comes out of a good law school, i.e. Ivy League material, he or she will have to do a lot of walking and hustling for a decent paying legal job. At least they get to spend the first few years of their youth almost working to death. A few lucky ones have found some on-line, self-employed gigs that can pay the bills.

The smart set actually moved into the old derided trades: mechanics, plumbers, cleaners, electricians, heavy machinists, line workers, cosmetologists and builders. The health profession will never go out of business at least, doctors and nurses still have some chances.

If we possibly have some physical-mental talents and connections, then we could try for music, acting roles and sports. Many owners of these agencies, entertainment companies and teams, often have no talents whatsoever. They could not act out of a high school play, cannot sing, nor even throw a ball across the court or field. Yet, these masters call the real shots for the team or production. The coach and the director are only the field commanders. The generals sit in the glass over suites. If all else fails, and a woman isn’t fat, she could try out stripping.

The owners of multinational corporations love to harp on the sacrifice of our soldiers, but if they find a cheaper labor source – they will either close down and move the work site to a foreign country, or just hire foreign visa workers – or even use undocumented immigrants. Our economic system of gross hypocrisy and vile injustice has fallen into a polluted, festering sinkhole.

This is the sad and dismal state of Contemporary Crony Capitalism. If a true entrepreneur and inventor really wanted to make a difference in his community, the US government would tax and legally harass the man towards a prison hole or an early grave.

Multiple bank deposits around the 10,000$ US mark could get a Federal SWAT team with automatic weapons visiting the work site. Yes, all banks, including the so-called credit unions, which act just like banks nowadays, must snitch on their own depositors. If you run a business that the US government particularly hates, such as selling firearms, erotica, tobacco, alcohol and cannabis – then you had better invest in some good attorneys and accountants.

Most American business owners have completely sold out. They now act like the same US government sociopaths. Some of our more sensitive brethren have gone the rout of drug addiction – can we blame them?

We are all prisoners now – and we are doomed to fail. This is what the elites always wanted. They diverted our attention with endless wars against continuous enemies. The media cheerleaded the entire path to perdition. Too many unsuspecting citizens also cheered on the violence along the way, only because it made them feel good to hate.

Meanwhile, the political-economic elites, the rich bastards, tightened both the noose and the screws around our necks. We failed to truly see the War, the Eternal War, that they have been waging against us. Contemporary Crony Capitalism represents the final Order of the Day, and the Giant Tomb for many.

Those same elites have been warming the checking accounts of the politician-media parasite class. Both freeloaders continue to leech and sponge off the working man’s honor and dignity. We are still the ones who pay most of the usury taxes, fines, charges, payments, bills, and endless fees to our enemies.

Even so, we have just ultimately unveiled the ruling elite’s lame cabaret show, Welcome to the Shit Clown Political-Economy. The Wizard of Wall Street-Washington-Hollywood lays totally naked in full frontal view – as it now revives the corpse of the American Nightmare Zombie Apocalypse!

There is no hope, no dawn of a new era, no horizon visible…

If you are the reader, you have probably noticed that I no longer have categories to my essays and articles. The reason for this is that WordPress has a peculiar set up to categories.

I now have thousands of them, and some of them are actually the same word, for about three consecutive times in the category list.

The WordPress system does not have a good corrective function in eliminating multiple category words, so it is actually impossible to get the full categories right. There are too many categories now, and many of them are repeats.

Recently, it has taken me a full hour of going through each essay and writing down all the category words, and then another hour, actually typing in each and every category word, which has been often used before. Yet, WordPress still does not pick up the repetitions. So, no more categories – or until WordPress changes its code to fix the category issue.