"All in Favor? Say, Aye! Right Now! Or Else!
A Criticism
Written By Hale Mawae(
http://bebo.com/hmawae2004)
"The point is, to the judge, your injunction was
placed because you believe that the law said this,"
Lingle takes a sip from her glass bowl salt rimmed
margarita with a dash of corruption, a hint of
villainy, and then continues.
"Now the law has been changed, and on the basis of
this law… we will ask him(Judge Cardoza) to lift the
injunction."
Oh yeah, well my dad can beat up your dad!
Nah-nah-neeeee-boo-boo! The sentiment in her tone has
an overwhelming similarity as her Governess Linda
Lingle pushes on with her corporate/military backed
agenda for the Superferry and her regime to continue
to conquer the law.
The island's surface continues to crumble beneath
corporate/real estate "FOR SALE" signs to be sold to
the highest millionaire bidder and a place for their
flat-screen TV's broadcasting gas-masked marauders in
a scene of violence and oppression far, far away on
the news.
AEGIS scud missiles are launched in the name of
FREEDOM from top-secret silos at giant battleships
just off the coast of Kaua'i at Pacific Missile Range
Facility. Scattering black dust clouds and remnants
of nuclear capable military weapons into the depths of
the Pacific Ocean.
AEGIS, the great shield of Zeus helping to protect the
U.S. Government in the name of freedom. The name of a
shield once shaken by Zeus from the height's of Mount
Olympus to send thundering black clouds to fill the
sky and strike men down with fear and godly torment.
Fear projected by perfect Dolby-Digital surround sound
bellowing out cries of protest and screaming voices
echoing into the distance. All this overlaid with the
voice of the multi-ethnic broadcaster trying to
explain the chaos we are all witnessing in the small
corner of the screen.
An explanatory voice that only toys with concern as
the words seem to roll off the teleprompter, into her
brain, and out to the world in a cold metal voice that
only seems to digest it with mild to complacent
concern. This report followed with a simple beautiful
smile as she roves on with the rest of the world's
current events.
MUTE.
The great marauders push forward through a cloud of
smoke and billowing flames; through a crowd that
strangely resembles a scene we've all bore witness to
before.
A clear picture of the continuing loss of loved ones
to war, the destruction of the places they dwell, and
the stories of the lives of a people that once were,
and now may never be.
The weather forecast rolls across the screen for the
day after tomorrow. "Clear skies with a slight chance
of rain."
The draught continues, but a glimmer of hope.
Lingle rises in the distance in her purple crushed
velvet suit, and short bob haircut curled to
perfection. Enough lipstick graces the slit upon her
face to prove to her self that she has a touch of
elegance, poise, and taste.
Just enough to prove to others there is some
femininity lingering behind her over-masculine
approach at politics and ill reproach she shows to
those who oppose her conquering regime of corporate
elitists, real estate agent turned politicians, and
banking investment manager's with dollar sign's
gleaming in their blank check eyes.
Cha-ching! Cha-ching! CHA CHING!!!
An empire built up around the construction of
four-lane highways across sacred sites and endangered
Native Hawaiian habitats already struggling for
survival.
A gross manipulation of local Hawaiian's against
local non-Hawaiian's against Haole's to ultimately
submit to a life of consumerism to make way for high
end retail restaurants, uneconomic high rise
timeshares, and countless wasteful affordable housing
projects that most locals will never be able to afford
at half a million starting prices.
It's a system designed to keep local's in place. A
system to keep them in check for the continuation and
degradation of the struggling middle class so they can
serve coffee and beverages, fold their clean pressed
towels and bed sheets, and provide clean comfort and
warm hospitality at little to no cost to the scrooging
businessmen already holding all the cards.
A place where county council members, senators, and
house representative's sit who approve by a majority
to repeatedly misuse land and lack any promise of
vision in the use of these free and open spaces.
The meandering politician's passing off their
leadership duties to a planning commission already
convinced that million dollar homes and gated
communities with well-groomed, landscaped entrances,
and good security with CCTV on all corner's, stuffed
in every streetlamp, bush, and manmade rock; is key to
healthy living and the illusion of safety in their
quest to greedily occupy and devour more land.
Big Brother is watching!
A land, where the planning commission spends more time
rolling their eyes at deeply concerned citizens,
impatiently waiting for them to finish their heartfelt
testimony, before finally hurrying the meeting to a
close to pass on development projects behind closed
doors.
"All in favor? Say, aye. Right now! Or Else!" He
waits, they respond, the meeting is adjourned.
"Fuuuuuuuuuu!" Wipes sweat from his brow. "I'm glad
that's over!"
"It's just no fun to hear to people complain like
that. Because after all it does offer the possibility
of jobs. Not to mention great opportunities on sites
where locals have no choice but to work twelve to
fourteen hour days; five to six days a week without
overtime or reasonable benefits."
A politician's answer to a few problems to make the
rest of the world a better place and those
complaining disappear.
"All in favor? Say, aye?" He raises his eyebrows with
a glare of his eye, greedy smile, and hands shoot up
in favor all around the table.
I mean, after all, it's just people slaving themselves
to a system to make sure they put ridiculously
overpriced food on the table for a family already on
the verge of selling everything and taking the next
flight out with their minor belongings to start a new
life in some other land.
Let the people go!
They aren't mine anyway!
What do we care?
Let them find some magical place that sits on the edge
of reality and fantasy.
A dream.
A place that only exists in the boundless realms of
the mind that wanders past the noise of soon to be
rusted out, fifty thousand dollar vehicles dropping on
to our shores and the rattling chain of suburban and
corporate development.
A place with pre-sold timeshare's and vacation rental
packages that only exist in architectural artist
rendering's and beautifully designed signs reading
"Aloooooooooha! Welcome to Paradise. A place that
doesn't even exist anymore. E komo mai!"
A place behind black dust mats violently being tossed
in the wind.
Soon to be ridiculously condominiums with 3 Jacuzzi
style bath tubs in every unit that waste hundreds of
gallons of already vanishing water, and a shower the
size of a walk in closet with 5 full power
shower-heads on the walls.
A place that will put the Hawaiian's and locals who
just can't cut it where they belong!
Far, far away from home.
Displaced from their home by the absence of digits in
one's personal credit line, and their inability to
ambitiously want to wipe other people's asses in the
hopes of getting a paycheck for something that reeks
as bad as it did when they started the job.
Forced to move to a suburb in Arizona, Texas,
California, Alabama, and New Mexico. Where Mexicans
and people of similar skin tone are chased down and
antagonized by police and looked at threateningly by
border patrol.
Forced with trying to remember what it was like to be
and live in Hawai'i. Forced to embrace an American
culture, an American life, as the rest of the world
they left behind is forgotten and brainwashed out of
their very existence.
The last pieces of their culture, their island life,
and their heritage becoming a broken fragment of their
memory.
A mirage.
Instead of making attempts to listen to the few
liberal radicals, who only begin to tempt the wrath of
the oppressor, fight against her blatant corruption,
and her incapacity to listen to the truth with her
legion of suit and ties protecting her at her side.
What's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the
truth?
Lingle's personal investment's are rising to an all
time high as the state's monetary economic growth
feeds her investments and obvious ties to a system
feeding into her and her associates bank accounts.
Linda Lingle's smiling face carefully cropped to show
her strong shoulder line, as her catchy name rises
above a setting sun and silhouetted coconut tree, on a
business card remarkably designed for success.
A steady yet well placed title reveling her in all her
greatness and glory.
Her steady voice speaks out crafted by years of
education, blind ambition, and a dedication to her
perfect cause make you want to believe in her and
suspend your belief in the tragic flaws she possesses
as a leader.
"The point is, to the judge, your injunction was
placed because you believe that the law said this,"
Lingle said. "Now the law has been changed, and on
the basis of this law… we will ask him(Judge Cardoza)
to lift the injunction."
The bold yellow print reads "POLICE" as they push
through a crowd of protester's screaming "This is what
DEMOCRACY LOOKS LIKE!!! THIS is WHAT democracy looks
like!!!"
This is what democracy looks like.
It looks like the streets filled with cars all driving
to a destination consumed by greed, lust, and
misunderstanding.
It looks like the littered beaches of visitor's
rubbish with the thrusting of Lingle's mighty arm into
the depths of the law as she twists and manipulates it
with her mighty corruption, being blindly backed by
those who fear her tyranny and oppression. It looks
like the consummation of those who oppose her with the
onslaught of her struggle with the people who fight
against what she's trying to uphold and keep alive.
Her living vision and quest to continue to conquer
with a tyrannical reign already crumbling in around
her is almost over.
It's mistake after mistake after mistake, Lingle, and
people are beginning to wonder when the next big wig
is going to take a step in and do some head chopping.
"All in favor? Say, aye?"
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Written By Hale Mawae(
http://bebo.com/hmawae2004 )
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