Take the early bus home from the big U says father Wracks, your mother and I are going out tonight and you have to give out Halloween candy to the children of the neighborhood. 

Yes, I will say Wracks.  I will take the four o’clock bus home, have dinner and hand out candy.

Most of the classes at the university either begin early in the morning, or occur early in the afternoon.  Why, the Wracks doesn’t know, but his labs are over at 3:50 and he will take the four o’clock bus home.   Waiting at the stop on the luxurious neighborhood adjacent to the University, the yellow bus stops and he gets on.   At the bottom of the hill, staff physicians at the University get on the bus, and it is crowded, the elite only work part time.   The wracks sit in front of the bus near the driver and occasionally talks to him, he has been traveling this route for nearly three years, and everyone is the same and knows him.  On the bus today, October 31, are a tall man in a light grey suit.  His aquiline features are defined by his eyes, large, light grey and penetrating, and he does not move much, or talk much, and his hair is brown turning grey, and he looks at the Wracks, and the Wracks doesn’t know why.   Sitting next to him is a crony with red hair and grey eyes too, in casual slacks, a white shirt and a dark blue tie.  They occasionally talk and gesture to each other.  The Wracks does not know it yet but this man will be his employer for five years in the distant future.  Mid way in Tranquil Hills, they get off, in the exclusive section, together and leave.  The Wracks is on his own and at the second to last stop for the 176, he disembarks.   The gas station is open, and the pharmacy, and the small market that changes hands has been acquired by another man.  The Wracks canters home quickly, enters and fishes a boil a bag from the freezer.   His mother is a gourmet chef, and she got tired running a bank, and now works at the Wadsworth in an official capacity.  Emptying the bag in a bowl and placing it in the microwave, in three minutes dinner is served.  Excellently prepared chicken cooked in onions, peppers and carrots is hard to beat.   His parents are on their way out, in costumes and they are going somewhere important because they don’t go out that much.

The candy is in the big plastic bowl says father Wracks.  There should be enough and at nine o’clock, set the bowl outside and call it a night. 

Good night says mom.  Happy Halloween.

They leave in a red ford Cordoba and the Wracks checks on grandma.   She says she is all right, has eaten dinner and is content watching Donnie and Marie reruns.    He closes her door.

There exists a huge elementary school at the bottom of the hill where the Wracks lives, and people live in his subdivision so their children can walk to school.  There should be ample parents at the door trick or treating tonight, and the Wracks sits on the sofa near the entrance hall with a large cache of candy, Butterfinger snack size, fun size milky way, and baby ruth too. He grabs a few and indulges himself.   He turns on the spooky orange and purple string lights outside and sits and wait.

Kids in various costumes arrive early, with their parents.  The Wracks gives each of them two candy bars, who would guess that giving is so wondrous.  Some children wear paper costumes; the newspaper offers free cut out costumes so all kids no matter their financial station can participate in the wondrous activities.  Some female children dress as princesses or queens and male children dress as monsters, pirates or adventurers.  The Wracks is having a blast.  At about seven thirty, as the world slowly darkens, another trick or treater rings the front doorbell.  It is a man, with a large hawkish nose, light grey eyes and fine, thinning, light hair.   His daughter is a beautiful child, betrothed in a royal blue dress, down to her toes, with a scepter with a star on the end.  Very fair, light grey eyes like her father, with some freckles and smiling because she knows someone loves her.  All women smile, when in life, they observe that they are loved and cherished by someone.  Women respond to affection and caring.  She dances in front of the Wracks and smiles and then curtsies.   The Wracks gives her four candy bars because she is special, special in a grey and capitalistic world.  She in her blueness, smiles, her father smiles and she is gone.  Later in night the older kids show up.  They dress as beggars, ruffians, vampires and gangsters.   They all seem to have small guns, and they point them at the Wracks and he obliges and gives them two candies.  They in their masks and guns yell “Happy Halloween”, and run off with their bags of candy.   Guns, always guns, males seem to like the masculine association and infatuation with guns.  The kids have guns and the Wracks does not question or ask if they are real.  They just are.   Then the big kids come and their dates dress as beautiful seductresses and female vampires with ruby red lips and then the flow ebbs and no one comes the door anymore, the Wracks sets the bowl outside, closes up, checks on grandma and goes to sleep.   In his small bed, underneath the window, the stars in the backyard seem to enter his bedroom and he dreams of the beautiful blue princess in the blue dress, and she smiles and dances in front of him and will be in his mind until he dies.   Another day, at the end of October comes and goes uneventfully, and he utters a prayer, before unconsciousness supervenes, that he will have a family someday, and they will go trick or treating, and his daughters will be beautiful and dress as princesses, forevermore.  He has stolen a bunch of candy bars from the bowl and he hides them underneath the mattress, so his brother doesn’t take them and his first class at the university tomorrow is biochemistry and it begins at 8 AM.

This weekend we are going to be partying with the rat pack says father Wracks.  The Kool are going to take you on yacht vacation.   We will see you when we get back.   Have a good time in Vegas says the Wracks. 

The Kool live in an exclusive housing tract up on the hill, at the top, with a good view, and their modest four-bedroom house with swimming pool and all the windows showcased with steel bars highlight the big front door built like a hatch on a submarine.   The Wracks is happy to be here because his mother thinks that Kool will make a good friend and partner because of their socioeconomic status.   Mulo is a contractor, he builds all the streets and bridges and big stuff contracted by the city.   He is a rooter at the prestigious university down town in the city of angels.   He has just bought a Columbia forty-three foot sail boat and wants to sail to Catalina. The sails are new, all nylon with a shiny look, guaranteed to last at least a year on the high seas. The winches on which the sails lash are bronze because this metal corrodes least in the salty air. At sea, in the sun, even stainless steel corrodes and ships and yachts eventually become rust buckets covered in lead paint. 

Be sure to have a spare battery that you keep at home says Mulo.   Salt air destroys everything eventually, and if you are becalmed on the open ocean without power, the current eventually takes you to south America.  Before a person sails, test the electronics on board because even the best radio transmitters only last two years before they have to be replaced.  Bring a new can of carburetor cleaner, because if a gasoline engine fouls due to the salt water, it must be disassembled and cleaned before it works again.   I am in the process of installing a diesel engine on board as a replacement.   Diesel engines do not foul and are more reliable in a salt water environment.   Pump the bilge before a sailor sets out because all boats leak and too much water in the bilge will capsize the boat in a heavy tach.   Let’s go.

The Columbia drafts at a slip on the far end of the marina.  A berth at the far end is the most expensive and desirable because it is easy to leave and arrive and a small berth inside of the marina might cause damage to the hull when the yacht arrives.   Boats have no brakes and are hard to stop once they are in motion.  The Kool family sets out with the Wracks, Kool, and the petit brown-haired daughter in fancy designer clothes all prepared for a family outing.   We are all on deck and once motored out of the marina, the shiny new nylon goes up with stainless steel cable running inside of the mast that must be replaced periodically or they will snap with the heavy stress induced by the wind.  Today is a perfect summer day around Independence and the air is a balmy seventy degrees at sea and the wind blows 5-10 miles an hour, perfect for sailing and Mulo throws Wracks the sail rope and he winches it and they set out on a new tack.   They are young and beautiful and opulent and the ship sails forward at an inclined angle and they are off to Catalina Island.  At fifteen knots, the journey to the island takes about three hours.   They and other boats are to dock at Doctor’s cove on the windward side of the island, have a party, stay the night and then sail home.   Doctor’s cove is a dent on the far side of the island, somewhat protected from the wind where all sailors choose to land and a harbor has been built there with mooring for boats under one hundred feet in length.    Once a lanyard attaches the ship to a cleat on the mooring, the party have a lunch of chips, a can of Coke and a shard of beef jerky, a usual sailor feasts.  Kool junior challenges the Wracks to a swim race across the harbor.  The water here is deep, offshore, not like the mainland, and the two swim like a man possessed in the deep water so the huge sharks that lurk offshore don’t take them.   Kool wins and hoists himself up on the wharf, the Wracks follows and they go to explore the campground set in a strange, secluded place away from the scrutinizing eyes of the law.   Small benches abound onshore around a huge fire pit and a pit lavatory stuck in the dirt and painted light blue. 

It is night time and at least five other yachts arrive under cover of the dark.   It is time to gather around the campfire, drink, sing songs and be social with one another.   One of the sailors pass a parcel to Mulo.   The parcel is about one foot long by one half foot wide.  Sewn over the parcel, professionally is a cloth coat in green.  Mulo accepts the parcel with a smile.  As night draws to a close and the campfire slowly burns out, everyone exits to their boats, the kids wave goodbye, and the Wracks goes to sleep in his sleeping bag on deck.  Mulo, with the parcel, places it in a metal housing torpedo canister with a nylon rope line attached to a ring on the nose and tosses it starboard off the back side of the boat.  The stars in the summer, in the northern hemisphere, sparkle and glimmer and glow.  Sleep, so ubiquitous, so Dearing, so forgiving overtakes a young sailor in the dawn of an age during the great darkness.  

In the morning, with the sun slowly coming up, the Wracks arises and pees off the side of the boat which is a fashion among boaters, the girls use a privy or wade into the water to go.   Breakfast being a fruit rollup and a grape soda, the adults cluster in a group and talk and the children play, the day moves on and it is time to go.  With the wind prevailing in a westerly direction, the return should be fast, about two or maybe two and a half hours.   Anchors aweigh and with the carburetor cleaner sprayed in the intake of the engine, the boats slowly disengage from the Doctors Cove and begin the return to the mainland.  With the white and red and green sails up, and the line winched the boat accelerates eastward to the coast.   A new swell happens and a three-foot chop make the ship arise and fall as a light wind pushes the sailors back home.

Mulo and Kool junior play backgammon in the forward cabin and the wracks gets to steer, in an easterly direction, making certain the direction makes the sails stay full.   Soon enough they enter the entrance to the Marina and Mulo starts the cruise engine to bring the ship safely past the breakwater to the slips at a predesignated speed set by the coast guard.   Late afternoon slides in, and the sun begins to set in a beautiful and enticing way and the yacht moor again in the most forward slip.   Wracks set the cushions out, jumps off the ship, Kool junior throws the line to him and he secures it. Mulo opens the engine hatch and takes out the battery, puts it in a case and brings it with him up into the marina.

Don’t forget to always have a new battery, on the ocean your life depends on it, says Mulo.

The sun sets, obscurity moves in, the sailors walk to the parking lot and enter a gold jaguar xke with a six-cylinder engine and the Wracks gets to sit in the back with Kool Juniors sister.  Out of the corner of his eye, and it gets his attention, two people move to the far slip and fish the torpedo like canister out of the ocean behind the boat, cut the line, and put it in a knapsack they toss over their back.   They move under cover of the dark, and they are white and have blond hair.   They walk down the passway, ascend the gang plank, move to the marina club building and then they are gone.

A Jaguar xke is a fast car.   Kool Junior stole it one day from his mother and he and the Wracks got it to go 110 up a hill.   The Wracks thought he would see his maker that day and the surf was flat and there was nothing else to do.  The Kool drop the Wracks off at his house on Bacon way and wave goodbye.  The Wracks is happy because his parents are back from Vegas.   The house across the street seems vacant and the woman there occasionally comes out.  The garage door opens; she drives away and then the door closes.   A long time ago, somewhere, perhaps, this all happens, and it happens every year, and the Wracks is old now and lives to tell the tale of life in the fast lane. 

No one talks about government.  Are they too scared?  Are they uneducated and accept what they are given?   Let us peruse forms of government in a nutshell however inadequate it may be.

The first arising and primary form of government is Monarchy or Elitist matrix.   A king or queen has a family a line of succession, and a bunch of loyal friends who form the elite.  The advantages of a Monarchy are:

Line of succession

              Everyone knows who will be king or at least next in line, there exists no guesswork

Military line of command

              Once a king makes a move, things happen fast.   There is no quibbling and what must get done, gets done or heads start to roll

Historical relevance

              Monarchies have been around quite a long time, from the pharaohs to the Greeks upward up to now.  They seem to work and work well.

The downsides of monarchies are:

The elite tribe becomes innumerable.

              The relatives of the monarchy family multiply rapidly because they don’t have to work.  They sit around and rule and fornicate. 

The royal line becomes tyrannical weaklings

              All the wealthy criminals, and the wealthy families with inborn errors of metabolism move in propinquity to marry into the royal line, and the royal line inbreeds and becomes weak, corrupt and evil.  The weak rulers are easy to punch out because of the horrendous breeding and inbreeding, so they decree all violence a felony to protect themselves. If the people insist upon a monarchy, they must have a strict and stringent breeding policy.

The people

              As the world multiplies, the people resent the taxation and support of the numerous royals.  If one remembers, the king’s fifth or twenty percent commission is tagged on every transaction that occurs in the realm.   The people eventually notice the elite live in decadent luxury and the poor live in apartments with high rents.  Then there occur a revolution and the monarchy ends

Communism

The most beautiful concept of Trotsky, Marx and Lenin plain and simple does not work with human beings.   Everyone is employed each according to his gifts and aptitude and the people share the bounty and the deficit of a homogenous united people.   This altruistic concept slowly becomes criminal.  The only people allowed to work have communist party cards and all communists must marry inside the party.  Inbreeding occurs and all members eventually become blonder and blonder until the communist rule becomes a monarchy and the regime falls into the cyclic cryptic epoch.   The communist party becomes elitist with all its gifts and failings.  The only people to make communism work are the Chinese.

What are we the outcasts of western civilization who united with the American Indian become a great nation.   We run a democracy.

Democracy

A democracy is literally the rule of the people.   Everyone who educates themselves, works hard, has a family, has the chance to be president if they play their cards right.   Like the magna carta, a democracy splits into three parts, the people, the financiers and the executive class.

The people

It is us, the ones who fight for our country and build the sewers who own the country.   The executives cannot start a war without the consent of the people because it is us the working class who are blown to bits on the front line and die for our country.  No one else. 

The financiers and judges

These elected officials are well educated and inclined to steer the economy and most importantly, stop the executive class from going haywire.  A president cannot declare war unless the people demand it and the judicial class deems it feasible.  With the people’s consent, the speaker of the house has the right to place the president under arrest until judged by the supreme court!  

The executive class

The best job in the country, the presidency is awarded to elected officials who demonstrate exceptional aptitude and excellent leadership qualities AND demonstrate a will to help and benefit the electorate.  The president chooses what financial tact to take and like a great manager and supervisor, hires special people to enforce his or her whims.   A good president can make or break a nation by his actions.  A president is commander and chief of the armed forces and can set the violence of the nation and the dogs of war on anyone for a period of 90 days.  Then the people get their say.   The checks and balances of the trifecta democratic system establish a union that functions adequately.

Deficits of a Democracy

Wasteful

A whole bunch of people must be hired, housed, and fed to make the machine work.  Democracy is not a single throne room with a round table.   It is a lot of educated electorates arguing and hopefully constructing a business unit that functions in the green. 

Slow

One thing psychologist notice about people is that they do not agree.  The representatives and senators argue and carry on and eventually vote to get something done and this takes a lot of time.   A democracy is not a throne with the king raising his scepter and declaring an act law.  

If the country is being attacked by an aggressor, this slowness can prove to be a lethal disadvantage.

Inefficient

The three separate branches of argue constantly and ultimately sometimes, action requires an act of marriage or a payoff and this is us a democracy.  

Psychotic

People do crazy things.  Who is the singer who sang, “God is great, beer is good and people are crazy”.    We the people, in times of distress, fall back on the good book and yell “Under God we trust” Our lord, the French and the Indians lived for two hundred years in harmony before they came.    When did we cease to demand that the national anthem being spoken as a prayer before public schooling?   Who are the people who omitted the maker and his teachings from our civilization when it was, he alone that started it.  

THE DEMOCRATIC SYSTEM IS THE WORST SYSTEM OF GOVERNMENT, BUT IT IS THE ONLY ONE THAT IS FAIR TO ALL PEOPLE

Everyone can be someone and make a difference, no matter race or creed if he or she is willing to work hard and educate themselves.   Anyone in the United States can achieve adulthood and earn an AS degree from a community college for a paltry sum.   The boys can go surfing, or shoot guns and our beautiful women can prance about in bikinis.  All nations under God, indivisible, produce extremely beautiful women.   If a traveler goes to a place with ugly women, they are in a place of unholiness and despair.   We the people must be doing something right and the author must be mindful, that no one can argue with success.  If someone, extravagantly educated has a better way or plan, everyone wants to hear about it.  To err is human, and godliness divine.   Mao.

A democracy is the only fair system of governance defined.

With a two trillion deficit looming and half the world living off the treasury of the United States, the New President wants to eliminate debt and stimulate industry in the continental forty.   The former president saw it fit to double the cost of food to minimize the outgo and stimulate the income.  What is the right tact to take?  Do we need tariffs?

A tariff is an additional sum attached to imported goods to bring more money to the government.  Ostentatiously, a tariff decreases purchase of the import item to stimulate intrinsic industries in the country.   Maybe a tariff is not the answer to budget deficit, all great nations are destroyed from within, like the Roman Empire.  The concept of outsourcing, to generate the most net income on the corporate income statement, which of course stimulates the stock market, is the ultimate destruction of heavy industry in the environs and it starves the people of the country who have no jobs.   Outsourcing on paper is fantastic, greater profit, helping other nations, a more bounteous product supply in supply demand, and the economic indices look good.   What outsourcing really does is augment the money supply of the wealthy.  Foreign countries use slave labor and sweat shops to produce products, the people in these countries do not have unions, or social security for that matter and cheap products flood the industrialized nations that formed them.   All the net income from these ventures realized by foreign countries goes to wealthy war lords who once they have raped their own people, buy houses in Bel Air California, or San Diego, or San Francisco, and move their families there to become United States Citizens.  Furthermore, the continuous supply of container ships flooding our country with foreign goods also bring a plethora of contraband, which the wealthy sell privately at their own discretion.  In addition, the altruistic politicians who promote outsourcing and a global economy receive kickbacks and graft from the warlords who have helped them destroy the economic climate of the United States.  It becomes quite easy to catch these patriotic, virtuous people.  Bank accounts in foreign countries or banana republics swell with cash from the corruption and are ripe for the plucking.   AYE MATEY.  It must be time to parlay, says Morgan the pirate.    

The United States Navy have the odious duty of keeping the peace in the world for nothing.  It is time an intrepid president have them board container ships, ask for a manifest and hunt for contraband.   According to the law of the seven seas, all contraband becomes property of the nation that patrols its waters and this is federal, not amenable to a stately civil suit.   Avast, awash and adrift all sailors who refuse to obey pirate law.   Our navy which exists to serve and protect will now bolster our economy by seizing illegal cargo and adding it to the nation’s coffers. All foreign bank accounts will pay an end user tax on all deposits leaving foreign nations and entering the United States.   If the offshore accounts fail to accommodate, they will be seized digitally online, by VPN by happy elves who serve their country in an FBI paycheck.   It is all computer now and future presidents must be savvy in the ways intelligent computer scientists can equalize a situation out-of-hand. 

The people who work an hourly job and maintain the infrastructure of our country deserve a break.  The people who die for our country in the jungle or in the trenches deserve a good life for their families and children.  This country is theirs, not the property of the 20 percent.    United States workers have unions, to make sure they receive a decent wage, other nations do not. United States workers pay SSI and income tax on their hourly wage and provide the majority of the TAX BASE that feeds the economy, other nations do not.   United States workers need to be employed; to be paid so they can purchase the latest electronic gizmo.   United States workers want to send their children to college, so they too might become president.  American industry is great, good quality and industrious.  Heavy industries must be subsidized no matter the cash flow statement.  We are what we are because we made it so.  Just because someone is well educated does not mean they are religious, moral and righteous.   All Americans must remember what is written on our money to remind us, In God we trust, not atheists who run sweat shops in the jungle and perpetrate illicit things. 

Could it be this Democrat, once a stalwart republican, has seen God?   No!  Economic reality is a function of the integral of cash flow taken between two points of time.  It is all math and the numbers point to a virtuous America who think of themselves first for once in our lives.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT ONCE AGAIN.

Pirate all the foreign lackeys and take the booty for ourselves, our country and our faith. 

Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.