 civilian control, below our kitchen window Oaxaca Mexico – foto by smith The first thing we heard in the Houston airport when we arrived back in the U.S. was threats. The airport speaker system kept announcing the color of our national fear this day was Orange; we should be good Germans and turn in anyone we deemed suspicious to the airport authorities; it was illegal to make jokes and if the Homeland Security TSA enforcers didn’t like our jokes, we would be arrested. They also stated anyone’s luggage could be searched anywhere anytime by any airport worker, and if we objected we would be arrested. They kept announcing this over and over every few minutes. You know, basic totalitarian talk, dictator didacticism, fascist furor, Big Brother boasts. It ain’t just the Jews and the Gypsies this time, it’s everyone who ain’t rich and won’t toe the Master’s line. They’ve changed the rules of order so a person is guilty until proven innocent. Then today in a Cleveland Family Dollar discount store of all places, every two minutes the loud speaker announced “Welcome to Family Dollar. Inside this location all actions are being monitored and recorded for your protection and safety. Thank you for shopping Family Dollar.” My protection my ass. Welcome to the Ununited Corpo-Rat Mistakes of Amerika where you are Their’s to do with as They will. I salute my “Masters” with a raised middle finger and a fart for Their farthings.  civilian control, town square, Oaxaca – foto by smith  civilian control, on the beach, Puerto Escondido – foto by smith  civilian control, below our kitchen window, Oaxaca – foto by smith  civilian control, outside the University, Oaxaca – foto by smith |