Sunday, July 26, 2009


I have a dream deeply rooted in the American dream---of Edgar Allan Poe, Stephen King , Richard Heinberg, James Kunstler, and Californian taxpayers.

I have a dream that one day this nation will fall down and own up to the true meaning of its greed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal in their right to sire too many consumers, to overshoot their limits, to live beyond their means, and as Americans, appropriate the capacity of weaker nations through iniquitous trade agreements, resource exploitation and military intrusions.”

I have a dream that one day the descendants of former slaves and former slave owners will sit down at the table of brotherhood and find nothing on the menu----when the collapse of oil-based agriculture will permit them to starve in harmony together.

I have a dream that one day that blacks and whites will drink from the cup of freedom and fraternity and find it empty from the exhaustion of our aquifers.

I have a dream that one day little black boys and little black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and little white girls as sisters and brothers in their adulthood on the bread line, as their jobs have been outsourced to continents with lower labor and environmental standards or lost to the competition of cheap imported labor.

I have a dream that one day every hill and every mountain shall be laid low by the hyperinflation of quantitative easing and crushing taxation, that scandals will be made plain and crooked people made solvent by more bailouts.

I have a dream that one day we will live in a nation where we will be judged not by the color our skins but by the content of our bank accounts flush with worthless currency and by negative credit ratings that will never be erased.

I have this dream today. It is a nightmare.

Now all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing, “We’re screwed at last! For God sake we’re screwed at last!”

And in the words of an old commandment, sing, “Thou shalt not exceed carrying capacity.”

Tim Murray
July 7/09

PS Altogether now, please join me in singing the theme song of our coming struggle: “We shall all succumb ah um, we shall all succumb ah um, someday eh eh eh (Canadian version obviously)….Deep in my heart, I do believe…. we shall all succumb, someday.”

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