Garry

I have a friend named Garry.

Garry is a normal person, unlike me.

Garry has a wife and three children, and he has led a normal life in comparison to me.

I envy him.

Sometimes, though, I forget that I am talking to a normal person. It just comes up on me before I realize it.

I have to be careful with what I say.

The other day I asked Garry if he had voted for Dr. Oz.

Garry and I grew up in Pennsylvania together. I live in Texas, and he lives in Pennsylvania – still. Garry grew up four doors down from me. His wife, Laura, grew up two doors down from me. She is normal also.

My brain got damaged when my father died and my mother remarried. I was thirteen.

I became angry, but I also became able to see things or at least go places that other people would not.

Psychological trauma has a way of affecting your brain. It forces you to ask questions about the world.

You can’t accept the world as it is anymore. You can’t buy into the government’s lies.

Your world has been rocked.

I forget that when I talk to Garry.

Garry is perhaps like you. He believes in the essential goodness of our government and its leaders.

All my life I’ve been looking for the sunglasses in order to give to Garry.

I want Garry to see what I see.

In more than fifty years I’ve never been successful. It’s the way it is, and it’s the way it was yesterday when I talked to him about Dr. Oz and the Senate race.

Garry mentioned to me that he had voted for Jim Fetterman in the Democratic primary. He sent me a link to the guy’s Wikipedia page. Garry took a shine to him because he looked like a regular guy, and because he wouldn’t wear a suit.

I immediately read the Wikipedia page, and this is what I texted back.

I looked on his Wikipedia page. He attended some classes at Harvard. He won’t do anything for the regular people, at least not anything good. He’ll be another Harvard stooge. Dr Oz is another Harvard stooge. As long as people keep electing these people, there is no hope.

And then …

What’s he running for? Senate? If he wins, he’ll vote for more war. He won’t do anything for healthcare reform. He won’t do anything for student debt. He’ll vote with the other dumb dumbs in the Senate, the dumb dumbs who just voted to give Ukraine 40 billion. Do you know where that money is going? It’s going to be loaded on a train straight to Moscow.

I’ve seen this man of the people routine before. Gerald Ford talked like a regular guy; he was practically a criminal. No, he was a criminal.

Garry got upset. He called me a Debbie Downer.

I felt bad. I still do.

I feel bad because I forgot that Garry is a normal person. I have to be more careful.

I have to get out of the habit of telling normal people that Santa Claus doesn’t exist.

He doesn’t.

How can I explain this to you?

Mr. Fetterman never would have gotten to where he did unless he had attended Harvard.

He had the Harvard machine behind him.

Don’t ask me how Harvard does this? I’m not the one committing the crime. I don’t know how Harvard secretly backs and funds these candidates.

I imagine it’s done through some kind of network where Harvard people have influence in promoting the candidates that they want promoted. I imagine they have a network where Harvard people have influence in getting their candidates the money they need.

The key thing is that Mr. Fetterman revealed himself the day he attended Harvard. He expressed a desire to join the cool kids. The people at Harvard took notice of that and began grooming him.

Mr. Fetterman may believe that he is immune from that programming, but he is not.

He has been groomed and indoctrinated into the cult.

I don’t care what comes out of his mouth. I don’t care what he spits out. I don’t care how many suits he doesn’t wear.

I’ve seen this ‘man of the people’ routine before.

Harvard is very good at promoting people who look like regular people.

At the end of the day he will do what Harvard tells him to do.

Sure, he will toss a few dog scraps to the eager puppies in order to make himself look like he’s one of them, but at the end of the day he will do what Harvard wants, especially on the important issues that affect middle-class people

He will promote more war.

He will buy into the essential policies that Harvard desires.

When his career is over, if he is a good boy, he will be rewarded with tens of millions of dollars, a few corporate board seats, his own asset management company which he will not have to manage, a professorship if he wants it, employment for his children at NBC, and any number of perks.

This is how sausage is made.

We live in a shamocracy.

Because my brain is damaged, I don’t have a problem living with that. It doesn’t bother me emotionally to know that this is the case.

I can continue with my daily life and understand this.

Unfortunately, Garry cannot. There must be something in having an integrated personality that does not permit normal people to accept the reality that they’ve been lied to, and that Santa Claus does not exist.

This is something that I need to understand.

My disintegrated personality, which has this dark side, which enables me to view evil people as they are, must somehow have developed a comfort level with evil.

It’s as if I am a dispassionate observer of life.

I can see evil and the people evil embodies and therefore keep a safe distance from them.

They can likewise see me, and keep a safe distance from me.

We walk at a distance from each other in the woods. We eye each other warily.

Why do they not come after me if I am exposing them? I don’t know why.

Is it because I am a mosquito on an elephant’s ass? Is it because they know something that I do not know, that Garry will never be able to see what I see?

Or is it because I carry a cross that can sublimate them?

Maybe they see a distant cousin who might one day join them.

I don’t know.

This is disconcerting to me.

Sincerely,

Archer Crosley

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