June 25, 2006

The Rude Guy (Chicago) Podcast #19 June 26, 2006

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    The Rude Guy talks about eldering, Republicans with their heads up their butts, American fascism, NAFTA, and how U.S. corporations and Bill Clinton caused the immigration crisis by flooding Mexico with cheap corn, thrusting 19 million Mexicans into poverty, leaving them no option but to invade our country looking for work.

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The Rude Guy (Chicago) text of Podcast #19 June 26, 2006

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[The Rude Guy talks about eldering, Republicans with their heads up their butts, American fascism, NAFTA, and how U.S. corporations and Bill Clinton caused the immigration crisis by flooding Mexico with cheap corn, thrusting 19 million Mexicans into poverty, leaving them no option but to invade our country looking for work.]

This is The Rude Guy, the Paul Harvey of podcasting, the blue collar blowhard, checking in from my parent’s basement in South Chicago, WORKING CLASS Chicago, welcoming you to the Reality Cult, presenting the Idea of the Week.

This is the show that’s about Ideas. Not issues, not opinions. Ideas… What we are putting together is, an Internet Audio Archive, of Ideas. The IDEAS of OUR era. AND the ideas MISSING from our era. Have I failed to make myself clear about what that means?

It means that if you haven’t listened to my old shows, you should go back and listen to them now. They are NOT out of date.

This is NOT a radio show, not a NEWS show, not a report on what the President said this week… not an opinion mill cranking out bluster and innuendo that are old news a week later. Go listen to Rush Limbaugh if you want shallow, bigoted opinions. You won’t find a respectable idea on Rush Limbaugh if you listen to that pill-addicted, Nazi asshole for an entire year. That’s what we do, that he doesn’t have the brains to do. Like Ronald Reagan, he’s basically a radio sports announcer, playing WAY out of his league.

Ideas last forever. Our shows don’t get stale. They don’t get “old”. If you haven’t listened to the first 18 shows you’ve missed something. Guaranteed. We’ve talked about populism and women, and science and God, in ways that will still be significant a hundred years from now. So even though I’ve cut back to only making a new show every OTHER week, you can always go back into the archives on the right side of the page, on www.therudeguy.com, every OTHER Sunday, when I don’t post a new show, and pick out an old show, and listen to it. You won’t be sorry.

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The format of this show could be called: Eldering. Eldering. Americans don’t even know what eldering is. Eldering is when an old person tells a young person what he or she learned on life’s journey. It’s letting grandpa talk. And respecting him enough to listen to him.

The profiteers in this society love the fact that young people don’t listen to old people any more. That young people think they know it all, and have nothing to learn from old people. That way, their corporate/consumer viruses have an open running field to infect YOUR brain, with THEIR commercial values. With NO interference from older people, who’ve seen it all before… and know better.

I’m a guy who gets a couple emails a week… from Sweden to Australia, and many places in between… from someone who tells me that this podcast, or one of Rich Zubaty’s books or DVDs, really really helped them understand, and overcome, something screwed up in their life. They tell me that thanks to something they heard on this show, they understand their dad, or their government, or their divorce, or corporate scam, or something. We’re performing a public service on this show. Podcast eldering.

BUT… I have a son and daughter in their twenties who recently announced to me, that the ONLY thing I am good for, is for letting them know about family things that happened 20 years ago – before the divorce. See, they already know everything, and they know where the world is headed, and they know how to play the odds… What a combination: ignorance and arrogance. If I was rich and famous they would be all over me, but I am just a rude, crusty old fuck, who can’t stand the government and the schools and the brainwashing and the corporations… and I refuse to put my head in the sand. I fight the bastards. But they don’t care about that.

No matter that they went to Ivy League universities. They don’t understand the most basic facts about life, or the meaning of life. And they won’t… until they have children of their own. I can’t think of two people more in need of eldering, who, at the same time think they don’t need it, at all. Bourgeois, yuppie, corporate ladder-climbers, who really think that having a fucking “career” is gonna bring meaning into their lives. Very sad. Zero perspective on what matters in life. Don’t trust anyone UNDER thirty is my motto. I feel like the factory owner whose kids went to college and came out communists – in REVERSE. I’m the anarchist socialist whose kids came out wannabe corporate capitalists. There’s something to be learned from this, but I don’t know what it is. If you know, email me.

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By now my kids should have learned from the feminists that FINDing a job means you FOUND a job, not that you found meaning in life. Pretty disheartening to a father. It’s like watching my kids pedal their bikes off a cliff, while they’re giving me the finger. What a deliciously EVIL way to destroy the cultural transmissions, the WISDOM, handed down, from one generation to the next. You work a shit job, and pay the bills, so you can send your kids to schools that are little more than ideological fishtanks, where all the water they breath is corporate propaganda, and the curriculum is bereft of heart and soul. And then hope they come out human? Not corporate clones? … No chance… NOT without eldering.

Eldering. Not DOING what your elders say. Just LISTENing to them. Learning from what they learned. Grandpa has no agenda. Grandpa is not trying to sell you anything.

But I’m NOT your grandpa, and I AM trying to sell you something. A $24 book that will save you 20 thousand dollars worth of grief. Believe it. We’ve heard that from hundreds of satisfied readers, from Sweden to Australia, over the past ten years. What Men Know that Women Don’t by Rich Zubaty. At amazon.com.

All the things you were never taught about men, women, marriage, divorce, kids and corporations. The book that’s been banned by Leftwing bigots, because it makes radioactive pizza out of their ideologies… and ignored by rightwing bigots, who are trying to attract female voters. Wouldn’t wanna piss off any more Condoleeza Rice’s out there, now would we?

So we ARE trying to sell you something. But we’re also giving AWAY this podcast, this audio archive, for anyone with ears to listen. However, if you don’t wanna wait five years to gradually hear everything in the book, presented on this show, go buy the book now. You won’t regret it, and it makes a great gift for some man you already know, who is currently choking on the bitter fruit of divorce or downsizing or addiction or depression. You COULD save a life. What Men Know that Women Don’t by Rich Zubaty.

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The Idea of the week this week is: How come Republicans have their heads up their asses? How come Republicans have their heads up their own asses? (more…)

June 10, 2006

The Rude Guy (Maui) Podcast #18 June 12, 2006

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    In the last show recorded in Maui Rich Zubaty tells travel adventures from the Peruvian Jungle that illustrate life in “corporate-free” zones.

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The Rude Guy (Maui) text of Podcast #18 June 12, 2006

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[In the last show recorded in Maui Rich Zubaty tells travel adventures from the Peruvian Jungle that illustrate life in "corporate-free" zones.]

This is the Rude Guy. Actually… that’s a lie. This is Rich Zubaty, pinch-hitting for the Rude Guy. He’s camped out on a seaside cliff on the north shore of Maui, with his guitar and a huge bag of chicken guts… sitting there with his feet dangling over the cliff, singing and strumming the Impeach Bush Blues song, tossing chicken livers down to a school of nurse sharks, churning the dark blue wavetops 50 feet below. He tells me he’s getting the locals READY for an official Bush-Cheney visit to the island, if you wanna believe that…But this is our last show from Maui before we pack up and fly off to Chicagoland, and points unknown, so MY guess is he’s just communing with the spirits of the ocean, cause it’ll be a LONG time before we’re back here.

This week I’m gonna read another excerpt from my book, The Corporate Cult. That book is mostly about how corporations invade our minds and our lives, and have taken over our schools and governments, like a bizarre cult. Like the Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Remember that movie? That’s what happened to us. We’ve been invaded by a corporate cult. And as I ramble on and on about how corporations have taken over YOUR brain, and YOUR thoughts, and what YOU could do to change that, I find it soothing to break away once and awhile, like changing the rhythm of a song, and tell a personal travel story, from what I call a CORPORATE-FREE zone. A place where people have lived just fine, thank you, without corporations, for 2.2 million years, and counting. Places like Mexico, Tonga, India and Peru.

This week’s story is from a trip I made to Peru in the early 1970s. It goes like this:
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AFTER A FULL DAY gliding down the Huallaga River, in an outboard-driven balsa log canoe, we pull ashore at dusk where a clear stream spills out of the dark jungle. The Peruvian boatmen tell me we have arrived at Zion – the Promised Land – a dozen palm leaf huts encircling a central “mowed” square, and one small cantina where boatmen drink cane liquor and pass the night. It’s magic. I feel like I’m walking around in prehistory. I wouldn’t be surprised to see a brontosaurus grazing in the mist on the far shore of the river.

I rent a bamboo shack for ten dollars a month from a family of Indians who live on a small farm outside of town. Three adult brothers, their parents, wives and children. They keep the shack in town for those monthly occasions on which Tomas Jr. is obliged to preside as a judge in village affairs: who killed whose pig, whose cow broke someone’s fence, that kind of thing. This family moved down from the highlands to take advantage of a government program, offering them free land in the jungle, the montaña, the headwaters of the Amazon River. They migrated from the cold barren Peruvian altiplano, to these warmer wetter hills, where there was more risk of disease, but where they could slash and burn to their hearts content – stooping to plant corn seeds, by hand, in the thin layer of ashes around charred, toppled tree trunks, on sun-seared hillsides.

Sometimes I visit their farm where (more…)