The Devil is a Hustler
The Devil is a Hustler
Washington is a street hustler, offering a shell game; “Guess where the peanut is, kid, and win a prize!” But you can’t win—because the game is rigged by the hustler’s considerable skills—and your ignorance, regarding the hustle. Every once in a while he’ll let somebody win, but only to entice other suckers into playing the game. That’s how the hustler makes his living, moving the peanut around, taking your money. It’s a shell game. What’d you expect?
Politicians play the same game by pretending to hate one another. “Hey kid, you see that bad guy over there, he likes war, hates the poor, and loves the rich!” So says some rich politician, who, mysteriously, became rich after being in politics for a generation.
“But don’t pay attention to that! Those folks over there want you to die, and your kids to be ignorant as dirt!”
And then they all hit the same local watering hole, laughing at the rubes and suckers, dumb enough to try and keep up.
The hustlers/politician is probably already deeply committed to a kind of political double-speak, even before they take office, which is why most are lawyers. The law was intended to set men free. But, instead, it’s used to keep you in bondage. You’ve got to speak the language if you’re gonna play the game.
“Hey, kid! You see this tax we’re about to lay on you? It ain’t really a tax. It’s a gift to the poor. Yeah! That’s the ticket!”
You’d think that the ten million other taxes that eat up half your income would be enough. But, they aren’t. It’s never enough.
Meanwhile, the hustler/politician gets on a jet and travels 1st class, of course, and heads off to Maui for a conference on how to help the poor. “Poor me.” That’s what they really mean.
“Here’s some crumbs kid. You think crumbs like this are easy to come by? Now, let me get back to the high-class hooker, in the 1st class hotel, so I can drink some expensive champagne while helping the poor.
Yeah. Helping the poor, that’s the ticket!”
How do you stop these hustlers? These evil succubi."
Learn to play the game—and you sure as hell ain’t gonna learn to play it by watching and listening to the handful of transnational corporations that own and control the media, the newspapers, the magazines, TV, and the movies. The tricks of the trade will not be taught there. You’ve got to go underground.
In other words, you’ve got to fight the devil on his own turf.
Here’s the key. You’ve got to be better than the devil. Smarter. And then, maybe, just maybe, you might win one.
Yours truly, Nick Spillanene
Washington is a street hustler, offering a shell game; “Guess where the peanut is, kid, and win a prize!” But you can’t win—because the game is rigged by the hustler’s considerable skills—and your ignorance, regarding the hustle. Every once in a while he’ll let somebody win, but only to entice other suckers into playing the game. That’s how the hustler makes his living, moving the peanut around, taking your money. It’s a shell game. What’d you expect?
Politicians play the same game by pretending to hate one another. “Hey kid, you see that bad guy over there, he likes war, hates the poor, and loves the rich!” So says some rich politician, who, mysteriously, became rich after being in politics for a generation.
“But don’t pay attention to that! Those folks over there want you to die, and your kids to be ignorant as dirt!”
And then they all hit the same local watering hole, laughing at the rubes and suckers, dumb enough to try and keep up.
The hustlers/politician is probably already deeply committed to a kind of political double-speak, even before they take office, which is why most are lawyers. The law was intended to set men free. But, instead, it’s used to keep you in bondage. You’ve got to speak the language if you’re gonna play the game.
“Hey, kid! You see this tax we’re about to lay on you? It ain’t really a tax. It’s a gift to the poor. Yeah! That’s the ticket!”
You’d think that the ten million other taxes that eat up half your income would be enough. But, they aren’t. It’s never enough.
Meanwhile, the hustler/politician gets on a jet and travels 1st class, of course, and heads off to Maui for a conference on how to help the poor. “Poor me.” That’s what they really mean.
“Here’s some crumbs kid. You think crumbs like this are easy to come by? Now, let me get back to the high-class hooker, in the 1st class hotel, so I can drink some expensive champagne while helping the poor.
Yeah. Helping the poor, that’s the ticket!”
How do you stop these hustlers? These evil succubi."
Learn to play the game—and you sure as hell ain’t gonna learn to play it by watching and listening to the handful of transnational corporations that own and control the media, the newspapers, the magazines, TV, and the movies. The tricks of the trade will not be taught there. You’ve got to go underground.
In other words, you’ve got to fight the devil on his own turf.
Here’s the key. You’ve got to be better than the devil. Smarter. And then, maybe, just maybe, you might win one.
Yours truly, Nick Spillanene