Sometimes you’re afraid to say what you want to say which is why I have to say it. And saying it does not mean it is right or wrong or even relevant.
This then is what I have to say: Have we reached the point beyond description and analysis with world affairs? Have we finally figured out that in fact in the Western World our institutions, our justice systems, our governments, our bureaucracy, our banks, our media, our educational facilities will not ever be held accountable and that in fact they are working certainly maybe for the planet but it seems against the people? That in fact it is a waste of time to try and change what is obviously not in the people’s best interests by using the apparatus of old paradigms? I do not know. Do you?
Because we are in a new paradigm now. And new paradigms require new solutions.
That is what I’m afraid to ask because in no way would I ever wish to discourage the people fighting heroically for change and justice and accountability. They are this generation’s heroes. But is this all just noise that matters not at all to “Them” because the agenda is carrying on without one single major obstacle to slow it down? Small wins and major losses until there is nothing left to win or lose?
In truth, it is the people who believe in honesty, community and dialogue who should be the obstacle. Each and every one. A formidable obstacle if it could happen.
It can be argued that we have to save the world and that way all people benefit.
There are actually people like me who do not deny climate change, who believe we need to change the way we do things but who also believe we don’t need to torture people to do so. The ends do not justify the means if only tattered and broken people are left and the spirit of what has made us free humans is eradicated.
We don’t need to bring in totalitarian global control or do a cultural woke revolution at such a rapid pace. There are other ways. For example, telling the truth as perceived by those that are running these agendas and actually allowing discussion. But that idea of honesty in policy is also old-fashioned I guess now. Maybe there is no time to do so, but at least then allow us all our Gods to pray to. Why the burning down of churches and jailing preachers in Canada, dismantling Orthodox churches in Ukraine and the list goes on?
Some argue that this is all marxism/socialism/communism and well it looks that way. But that doesn’t much make sense since in my pitiful knowledge of socialism, it is about equalization of wealth and ownership and power across classes. But that ain’t exactly what is happening is it?
The rich are getting much much richer and the middle class and small businesses have disappeared into desperation at this point. This is totalitarianism from my understanding. I could be wrong. But at this point it is not looking good.
Perhaps “They” figured they could only save the world by saving themselves. The well-being of the planet at this point seems secondary to “Their” needs to jetset around and eat wagyu beef and stay in expensive hotels and wage wars. Never mind all that cocaine and dancing and socializing. How do they rationalize all this to themselves I wonder. Do they see the people who are hurting at all? The huge lineups now starting outside food banks e.g. The suicide rates up 22%. The broken young. The protests. The war dead. Somebody’s child. All.
With all that is happening, how many of us really want the world they’re offering in exchange? We who are guilty of being born or having arrived in a First World? This souless fifteen-minute-city-own-nothing-be-happy-run-by-artificial-intelligence-and-drones-and-politically-correct-named-tagged-and-numbered-isolated-in-cells-fed-by-control-centres-and-crickets world?
Maybe I’m just outdated and people possibly “do” want this world. It is definitely easier to have all your needs handled and to run with the controlled crowd where everyone agrees with everyone else.
And the ones that can’t… well… I guess they’ll figure that one out. But I will miss the eccentrics, the individuals, the unexpected, the differences, the colours that defined life for us for so so long. We will be part of the Borg soon enough. We must remember. We can at least do that. Even if remembering is all we will have left of what made us.
BUT if we were to perhaps find new solutions to new paradigms, I’m fairly certain it would be the eccentrics, the individuals, the unexpected, the different that will find those solutions. Yeah… I’m fairly sure. So go be different for heavens sakes! Stop hiding in the crowd of ideology. What have you got to lose? Freedom?
You’ve already lost it.
Earworm. Did I do this one already? Hell, I can’t remember. We need the sixties back.
(Allowances must be made for the gender issue here but the advice is sound.)
If BY Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Source: A Choice of Kipling's Verse (1943)
Syl Shawcross lives in Canada and does not like Bill-C11.
ahahahahahahaha. no way on the 2'nd snodog! this little hugo boss wearing prick was the hardest i've ever been challenged by a mammal! he's approaching a year and a half and things are much smoother and he's weaseled his way deep into my heart. yet the terror lingers........ahahahaha. plus the local fauna would not survive. even the rabbits wouldn't be able to reproduce fast enough.
time to plant herbs. stick them paws into some good 'ol dirt. instant improvement in all things! hey? any tips on husky-proofing large planters? gonna try some chicken wire rigging but if you have any tips.......