Rigged

For anyone with the mental acuity of a three-day-old fetus, let me clue you in…”Life is rigged!”
The college admissions scandal is NOT news!
Life, from cradle to grave, is rigged.
In other more sobering words, welcome to the realities of Capitalism.
It’s fundamental allure is creating, sustaining and promoting inequality among its participants.
Academicians have a term for it:  Economic Determinism.
“Haves” and “Have-Nots” are regular and permanent members of “The Capitalist Club.”
When you pull back the curtain, raise the skirt, peek through the blinds, you’ll discover that Capitalism thrives on its inherent inequality and consequent immorality.
The outrage over the college admissions scandal is grotesquely disingenuous.
As if any of us were really surprised.
I admit, before you and my God, that I’m a beneficiary of privilege.
Here’s a brief background of my “privileged” past:
I’m an Arkansan.  Due to my fathers exemplary military career and my mothers thirst for social engagement, we lived on the outskirts of Washington, D.C., where my father worked as a senior Judge Advocate General Officer at the Pentagon and my mother served as President of the Arkansas State Society.  When my seniority-rich Congressman came looking for a floor page to fill an open patronage slot, he didn’t have to look far.  I was privileged to be well within his field of view.  Just me.
I served him and Congress for two years, graduating from the Capitol Page School with a memorable and well documented graduation ceremony in the White House Rose Garden.  Me and President Lyndon Johnson were immortalized on cellulose by an AP photographer who captured our handshake and distributed the photo worldwide.  It was a seminal moment in my young life.
College was the next stop on my life’s journey and, guess what?
Privilege raised its fortuitous head once again.
My father was headed to Nuremberg, Germany, to complete his military service, and he intended for me to come along.  But what about college?
A little research revealed there was an American College in Paris, France, so we set out to get me registered.  “Sorry.  No dice.  We’re already at capacity,” was their reply.
Enter my privileged political contacts on Capitol Hill and their entreaties to ACP’s President and, Bingo!!  I was accepted.
Two year later, with “La Dieuxieme” degree added to my academic resume, I returned to my home state and the University of Arkansas.  Just showing up was all I needed to be accepted at Fayetteville.
Bummer.  No privilege required.
After graduating with another degree, I once again fell back on my privileged roots.  I reached out to a family member with considerable political clout and, “Voila”, I was offered a job with Governor Winthrop Rockefeller at WRPR (Winthrop Rockefeller Public Relations).
What a great experience that proved to be.  Rockefeller was the first Republican Governor since reconstruction; moreover, he was a thoroughly decent and generous person who, by his very presence, forced Arkansas’ Democratic Party to evolve beyond its medieval, right wing fundamentalism to become a modern political force.  WR was the political progenitor of Dale Bumpers and the New Democratic Party in Arkansas.
But I digress.

My privileged life to this point was just the tip of the iceberg.
The romantic side of Capitalism fosters individual  excellence.  Competitiion. Advancement.  Distinction.  Fulfillment.
It’s not ALL bad.
Our Can-Do spirit.
Our history of winning (whether it’s a World War, a race to the moon, or excelling at treating humans fairly and equitably) is legend.
I’m proud to be an American. A privileged American.  A Capitalist.
T Rump’s efforts to do the Russians’ bidding and destroy our fragile democracy cannot succeed.
America’s majority needs a president.  Now.
I don’t relish losing the privilege of being an American!