Who will speak for the generations to come? Who shall act for those yet to be born? All I hear is silence. All I see is nothingness. No, let me rephrase that, I do see something; I do hear something.

What I hear are the rantings of a maniacal egotist, mouthing the regurgitated words of his Nazi masters. What I see are the jackboots of repression marching swiftly over the land, led by corporate fascists with a sword in one hand and the power of the press in the other.

Will they speak or act for the future generations? How can they when they care not one damn bit for the future? For the fascist, there is no future -- only the present. For the totalitarian, there is no future, there is only now, fueled by the aphrodisiac of unrestrained power.

The oppressor-to-be always speaks to the future (in terms of establishing thousand year Reichs), but the dictator never sees beyond the here, and now. If the corporate fascist does give thought to the future it is solely in the short term, i.e., ensuring there are enough young men and women to serve as cannon fodder for the endless war machine.

Look around you, Amerika, tell me what you see? Do you see a future bright with promise, or rather an imminent disaster? Do you see a future in which your children, and their children will be free from want? Or do you see a future where just surviving day to day --- on a poisoned Earth --becomes the rule?

Look around you, Amerika, tell me what you hear? Can you hear the warble of the birds, or is it the song of extinction? Can you hear the roar of the grizzly, or is it the whine of an emaciated, orphaned cub? Can you hear the bellow of the elk, or is it the gurgle of life’s blood flowing from the body? What can you hear, Amerika?

Of course, you cannot see that but what your masters wish you to see. You cannot hear that but what your masters wish you to hear. You cannot see the hungry child of the present and future. You cannot see the baby dying with a poisoned breath.

Will you awake, Amerika? Will you see, and hear again, Amerika? Or, is it too late? Have you been inoculated with just enough entertainment, creature comforts and lies to keep you desensitized enough -- stupid enough -- to allow the Nazis to complete their rape and pillage of Mother Earth? Of course you have.

Who will save you? Who will make you see and hear again? Will it be the “opposition party?” Will it be the so-called saviors of the left? Will it be the progressives? Perhaps the anarchists? Or will it be the revolutionaries?

Are there revolutionaries among us? Or is it just the armchair radicals masquerading as true patriots? It doesn’t take much money to wage a revolution, in spite of what the so-called influential, well clothed and coiffed among you might say.

A PayPal secure donation and petitioning your “representative” do not a revolution make. Change is not going to come about by meeting in Starbucks, or the Atlanta Bread Company, sipping latte and nibbling cheese. Change doesn’t happen in a rhetorical vacuum.

Look around you. Amerika. Look at what you have wrought in the name of progress: big screen entertainment, NFL football, NASCAR point standings, WWF Raw, big shopping malls; botox and the eternal quest for the youthful dream, Wal-Mart and all the other purveyors of low prices and global suffering. Yes, look around you, Amerika. What have you gained?

Look around you, Amerika. You grind your children into the dust; you murder your wives/husbands/children because you stress over not being able to buy a beer, or dope, or the newest toy. You give up your children to the global corporation, to wage war on the innocent and die in the name of oil, greed and Washington plutocrats.

What is wrong with you, Amerika? You’ve become fat, lazy, and complacent and act like pigs at the trough awaiting the next handout from your corporate feeder.

The fascists are dedicated to their goal. Why should we be any less dedicated to ours? What will it take before we rise up against the oligarchs? Will it happen when the entire so-called middle class finds themselves under a bridge? Will it happen when the bread lines stretch from sea to polluted sea? Will it happen when the oceans creep over your coastlines? Will it happen when the sun can no longer shine through the haze of filth spewing from the mouths of the corporate dictators? Will it ever happen, or do we just sink into the filthy slime of extinction?

“Tipping point” is a phrase much in use here in the 21st century -- well, Amerika, we’ve sure as hell reached that tipping point. And if we don’t all move to the other side of the balance beam, we’re through.

You can contact Frank Pitz at fpitz76@hotmail.com.