BORN TO LIVE ON GOLD

THE BABY WITH THE SILVER TONGUE BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT Our baby's new born cry suddenly punctuated my wife's labor screams. “Congratulations,” said the doctor. “You have a strong baby boy.” “What's that in his mouth?” I asked, alarmed. The doctor looked. “A silver spoon. Shall I detach it, MR. Goldhead?” I thought a moment. “No,” I said at last. “A silver spoon in his mouth is appropriate for the privileged life he is to lead. After all, both Penny and I had to work hard to become the richest couple in the world. There's no reason he should ever have to work a day in his life.” “What's his name?” was the next question that Penny and I had to answer. “Mitus,” I suggested. “Yes,” said Penney. “Mitus Solomon Goldhead.” A few days later, as we were leaving the hospital with Mitus Solomon Goldhead, a man approached us. “Sir?” he asked. “Can you spare a little change?” “Stay away from our baby, Bum,” I shouted, taking a defensive posture between my wife, carrying Mitus, and the man. “I have no interest in harming your child,” he claimed. “And, by the way, if you'd noticed, I am the one who has been changing his diapers since he was born. But I just got laid off from the hospital due to cut backs from the sequestration, and MY babies haven't eaten in five days. I just want a little change to get them the basics.” “Maybe they should work for it themselves,” I suggest. “They're Six and Three Years old,” he cries. “Old enough to learn the value of a dollar,” I say. “Get out of my face and out of my way or I'll run you over once we're inside my SUV TANK.” Cowed, he ducks away and leaves. Turns tail and runs more like, as a bum like him should. Bothering nice, respectable people like us. He should just get another job. “Cash,watch the road,” says Penney. I see at once that she is right. Our 2015 Cadillac almost collided with with a 2001 Pick-Up Truck, what make or even company has long since worn off. But at the gate to our 20,000 acre Estate, we have another surprise. “Can you spare me some change,” says a very well dressed old woman who hardly looks like she should need to beg. “My Social Security Check is two months late with the cuts,” she explains, seeing me eying her attire. “If it was just me, I wouldn't care. But I'm raising my grandchildren since both of their parents were killed in the wars over seas.” “Catch,” I say, throwing a penny far out of her reach. “Driver.” The gates open and close the moment we are inside, ensuring that no riffraff actually approach our mansion, set well back from the gate, in a forest of money trees (OK, they're artificial,but that's all right). “Both Nurseries are ready,” announces our newly hired Nanny. “I see the baby is a boy, so I'll take him to the blue one.” She pauses, looking. “How am I supposed to nurse him with that spoon in his mouth?” “You'll find a way,” says Penney, dismissing her and the baby with a wave. “It stays. He's a child of privilege, he should look like it.” Then we sit down to eat our evening feast and watch our favorite program, The Rich Get Everything Saga, on our 2,000 inch TV.

GOOD BYE GUNS

WHEN GUNS GO THE WAY OF THE DINASAURS. BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT “And with President Yolanda Sandleson's Signature, The Official 'Save Our Children From Gun Violence' Bill becomes The Law of The Land,” said The White House correspondent without emotion. But Fred Gunslinger couldn't keep the emotion from his voice. “They're creating a National Gun Registry and next they'll be rounding them up and taking them away.” “Only from Criminals,” said Sam, his Boy-Friend. “Law abiding citizens like us will not have a problem.” Fred snorted. “I love you, Sam, but sometimes, Man are you naive.” Sam said nothing, for this was not the first time his lover had made such an accusation. “Twenty-Nine Murderers caught in New York City thanks to the new Registry,” a different Reporter said a few days later. “Some are still against The Registry, but President Sandleson says that the number of now solved murders is proof both that it is working and that it was the right thing to do.” “Well,” said Fred as he and Sam listened to the news while eating at Grape Fruit Heaven and Burgers on Fire. “That is good, I'll agree. But I still think that this Registry is both unconstitutional and could lead to a seizing of legitimately owned guns.” Sam sat for a long moment without speaking, then, finally he said. “Don't look around, but you know who is standing in the door, pointing her legal gun right at you.” You-Know-Who was Sam's one time Girl-Friend, Marge, who had never totally accepted that Sam didn't want to be with her any more even though they had been together all through High School because Sam didn't want to be with any woman any more. Before Fred could speak or even duck, she fired, and two seconds later Fred's brains splattered all over the table. Sam cried out in rage, sorrow and horror, then thankfully blacked out. When he was aware again, he lay in bed, and Fred was beside him. “You didn't think I wouldn't have taken some precautions, after last time, did you, Sammy Boy?” asked Fred when he saw Sam's stunned look. Then Sam knew, this was a dream. Fred hadn't called him 'Sammy Boy' in years. He woke for real, and Fred really was dead, but at least, he saw on the news, Marge had been arrested. But as he watched the news, he saw that while there were more gun violence arrests than there once wee, there also seemed to be a sharp up tick in gun violence overall. Every day the number of gun murders seemed to increase. Finally, President Sandleson went on the air again. “Due to the recent up tick in gun related violence, I am indefinitely suspending The Second Amendment. All Fire Arms will be confiscated and destroyed immediately. We know where you all are. I strongly encourage all citizens not to resist the armed police officers when they come to take your guns.” Sam groaned. He wasn't quite the Gun Nut that Fred had been, but he did like his hunting rifle. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Your guns please,” said an armed police officer. “Even your Civil War rifle.” “Now hold on,” said Sam. “That's historical, not functional. It's been in my family for. . .” The Police Officer whipped out a voice recorder. “Subject is resisting. Warrant already issued in case of this eventuality, now executing warrant.” The cop puled out her gun. “Are you arresting me?” asked Sam. “No,,” she replied. “Death warrants were issued in advance for anyone who resist. So, you will now die.,” Before Sam could react, the gun was at his temple, discharging and the world went black.

IN THE NAME OF TRUE JUSTICE, FIGHT CONSERVATIVES!

How can we survive The Republican Party? Obamacare, they call the new Health Care System, a system that actually puts caring for the health of patients above making money. At least President Barak Obama DOES care about those profits over people left behind? Why do Republicans NOT, I REPEAT, NOT CARE about those profits over people left behind? I'll tell you why, and this also explains their starve the poor to feed the rich philosophy. Because, in THE TEN CONSERVATIVE COMMANDMENTS, FIRST AND FOREMOST is "MONEY IS THE LORD THY GOD! THOU SHALT HAVE NO OTHER GODS BEFORE MONEY!" And this of course explains a lot, including in addition to the above their refusal to do anything about our wanton destruction of the planet. So, again, the real question is not "How can we survive Obamacare?" but how can we survive The Republican Party? And the answer, quite simply, is by making sure that they hear from those of us with differing experiences ad correct views on these matters every time they bad mouth Justice Care, or taking care of The Planet, or taking care of The Poor. SO EVERYONE THAT IS RIGHT ABOUT THESE THINGS SHOULD HENCEFORTH DO SO, IN THE NAME OF TRUE JUSTICE!

HOW IS PRO LIVE BIRTH ALONE "PRO LIFE"?

The anti abortion forces like to call themselves Pro Life. Yet most of those same people oppose making sure that people who by guns at gun shows do not have either a criminal history or a history of mental illness. So as in my second post, a total lunatic can get a gun at a gun show and make anyone he wants dead: Is this Pro Life? They oppose the government doing anything to help those in need so that, as in my third post, people with limited means will die of hunger and exposure: is this Pro Life? They oppose doing anything to save our living planet from death by our own wanton destruction in search of "gold", whether yellow or black: Is This Pro Life? They oppose making decent, basic health care affordable to all, even those of us with preexisting conditions, so that we will die of treatable diseases because we cannot afford treatment: Is This Pro Life? And they think it is all right to kill someone simply because he or she was BORN with different Biology: Is This Pro Life? So, I guess, in the end, my question for The So-Called Right is this: HOW IS IT PRO LIFE TO BE PRO LIVE BIRTH BUT NOT GIVE A DAMN WHAT HAPPENS TO A CHILD ONCE HE OR SHE IS BORN?

THE RICH GET FAT WHILE THE POOR DIE

STARVE THE POOR TO FEED THE RICH BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT. The Speaker's gavel came down. “The Tax Relief for those who for too long have been asked to shoulder too much of our Nation's Democrat Nanny State is passed again, with two-thirds in the “I”s, and so becomes law despite President Nanny's veto. No longer will we punish success and use successful people's success to reward laziness.” Lowell Lovemoney flipped off his TV., satisfied. “At last, my hard earned money won't go to feeding people who refuse to get off of their rear ends and just get a job.” There was a budget deficit at the time, and so the tax cut had been paid for by ending The Food Stamps Program. “Yes,”said his wife, Tightwad Pennypinch Lovemoney. “At last, those people will starve to death, as they deserve to, and we can use our money, our hard earned money, as WE see fit.” “Well then,” said their ten year old son Greenback. “I want a yacht for my eleventh birthday.” “Of curse, dear,” said his mother. “And lessons in its use, I presume.” “Obviously,” said Greenback. That evening, The Lovemoneys ate a seven course banquet, and when they saw a homeless man looking through their trash for scraps later, they shot and killed him, then burned his body along with a food stamps effigy. “Democrats call this new way of doing business 'Starve The Poor To Feed The Rich' said Speaker Mitus Moneyheart Goldhead a few days later. “Fine. The poor deserve to starve. It's their own fault they're poor. If they just worked hard, they'd be rich too. Which is why the rich deserve to be fed.” Many of the poor did starve to death, but no one minded much, because, they said, “it wasn't really worth speaking of.” Greenback Lovemoney got his yacht and the accompanying lessons for his eleventh Birthday, but within two months of the gift, he had grown so fat from all the extra food his parents bought now that they had next to no taxes, “The Army, that's all the government should really do” that he could no longer stay upright on it. His parents built a full gym in his wing of their mansion and hired a full time personal trainer, and while he didn't particularly enjoy either, when he was eleven and a half, he was able to return to the yacht, which he did like. Meanwhile, Lowell's High End Home Security System business was booming, for with no other support, many more of the poor than used to had taken to begging on the streets, and his clients wanted to be sure that these “bums” stayed on the street, “where they belonged” and did not invade their home turf. “That's good for us,” said Tightwad when her husband mentioned this. “And Greenback seems to be doing well in his lessons here and at school, so this summer we can finally do that cruise we've talked about for years.” “Yes,” Lowell nodded. “I've already made a few calls and inter-net searches, but we should all three sit down and talk soon. . “ He was interrupted by a knock at the door. “Can you spare a little food,” said a very sick and thin looking man at the door. “I wouldn't bother you, but my baby girl ain't eaten in three days and she's close to death.” “As she deserves,” said Lowell. “If you, her father, weren't too lazy to work. . .” The man straightened. “MR., for your information, I've worked hard every day of my life since I was fifteen years old. But when all you can afford is a High School Education, the jobs don't pay that much. When there was help available, we were doing all right,but now that that's gone so people like you can have two yachts in your back yard, well, we can not make it on the salaries of my own and my wife's harder work than you've ever even dreamed of alone. I'm just asking for a little basic human decency, sir, and I'd appreciate being treated like a human be. . .” Suddenly, there was a pop and the man's eyes went wide as a bullet lodged right under his heart. Lowell looked around to see Greenback blowing a smoking hunting rifle as the man dropped dead on their porch. “He was bothering me,” said Greenback simply. With some effort they got the man's body into a pile of trash and lit both on fire. “Starve the poor, and then burn them, to feed the rich indeed,” said Lowell Shadowman Lovemoney with a smile, and he went back into the house.