30 Years Ago: The Day the Middle Class Died

On August 5, 1981, President Ronald Reagan fired every member [11,345] of the air traffic controllers union (PATCO) who’d defied his order to return to work and declared their union illegal. They had been on strike for just two days. […]

Reagan had been backed by Wall Street in his run for the White House and they, along with right-wing Christians, wanted to restructure America and turn back the tide that President Franklin D. Roosevelt started — a tide that was intended to make life better for the average working person. […]

But Reagan could not have pulled this off by himself in 1981. He had some big help: The AFL-CIO.

The biggest organization of unions in America told its members to cross the picket lines of the air traffic controllers and go to work. And that’s just what these union members did. Union pilots, flight attendants, delivery truck drivers, baggage handlers — they all crossed the line and helped to break the strike. And union members of all stripes crossed the picket lines and continued to fly.

Reagan and Wall Street could not believe their eyes! Hundreds of thousands of working people and union members endorsing the firing of fellow union members. It was Christmas in August for Corporate America.

And that was the beginning of the end. Reagan and the Republicans knew they could get away with anything — and they did. They slashed taxes on the rich. They made it harder for you to start a union at your workplace. They eliminated safety regulations on the job. They ignored the monopoly laws and allowed thousands of companies to merge or be bought out and closed down. Corporations froze wages and threatened to move overseas if the workers didn’t accept lower pay and less benefits. And when the workers agreed to work for less, they moved the jobs overseas anyway.

And at every step along the way, the majority of Americans went along with this.

Read on.

People are not prepared to contest power. We have a system of education that is really a sort of euphemism for indoctrination. It’s not designed to create critical thinkers. We have a media that goes along with the government by parroting phrases intended to provoke a certain emotional response—for example, “national security.” Everyone says “national security” to the point that we now must use the term “national security.” But it is not national security that they’re concerned with; it is state security. And that’s a key distinction. We don’t like to use the phrase “state security” in the United States because it reminds us of all the bad regimes. But it’s a key concept, because when these officials are out on TV, they’re not talking about what’s good for you. They’re not talking about what’s good for business. They’re not talking about what’s good for society. They’re talking about the protection and perpetuation of a national state system.
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Go back to bed, America. Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America. Your government is in control again. Here. Here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up. Go back to bed, America. Here is American Gladiators. Here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom. Here you go, America! You are free to do as we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!
—  Bill Hicks, Revelations (1993) - relevant to so many countries these days if you just change the right nouns…

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don’t rly care about my stupid Filipino exam anymore !! I just wanna get it over with and finally rest!

I woke up a few hours after I passed out.. America was frantically talking on the phone. I was in my bed with only the sheets over me and a cool cloth on my head, it felt nice. I honestly wanted to go back to sleep but America hung up the phone with a “how are ya doin? You sorta passed out on me.. So it turns out you’re goin to be staying with me for awhile! At my house!” I slowly absorbed this new information as I sat up quickly in a near feeling of horror. “That was my Boss, wasn’t it?” America gave me a look as if wondering if I had heard a word he just said but nodded none the less. Before I could even register what I was going to say I blurted out something else “Why can’t I go live with France?” Not only shocking America, but myself in the process. America quickly felt my forehead “Are you feeling alright? I don’t think you’re feeling well let’s lay you back down-” I began to struggle to get up, my mind now being set that I was going to go see France whether America liked it or not. “Let go of me!” I snapped, slapping at America’s back as he tried to lay me back down. “Look, dude, lets sit down and talk this out this spell thing you’ve done to yourself is obviously affecting you.” America said, trying to be reasonable. Slowly I calmed down and let him lay me down. Waiting for him to say something. After five minutes of nothing but silence I started to get up again only to be pushed down. Another five minutes went by when I finally snapped. “What the hell are you trying to get at-” America interrupted “Arthur, how far back do you think your body went..” That shut me up. I honestly had no idea. “I-I don’t know, why?” America looked at me with a look that if aimed at any human would send shivers down thier back. “Are you trying to make colonies with Franc-” I kicked America off the bed, letting out a small noise most certainly not human. “Why in the seven hells would you think such a thing?!” I yelled my voice quite possibly a few levels higher than normal from distress as I stared at him mortified. America was rolling on the floor with laughter. Oh, I’m blushing.. balls… “Sh-Shut up!” I snap making America laugh harder. He sputtered out “Oh my God you were!” I immediately objected “I was not!” I certainly can not live with America. I can’t, one of us will end up killing the other within weeks…
We continued to argue over this for awhile until my stomach growled and America left to go cook. I am quite thankful for the silence, giving me time to think.. Just what time period is my body set in? How am I going to find out? These thoughts continue to swim around in my mind until America calls me down for dinner..