It is to weep

Feeling a little weird? Maybe confused, maybe, heh, angry, how about awed by the sheer weight and scope of these moments in the Now? Yes, well, I understand. Just hang on there, try to get a grip, it is almost possible, if only briefly, to understand really, you are not making this up. Instead of reaching for your nearest anti-anxiety agent, start with Charles Eisenstein's Wood, Metal and the Story of the World for a solid foundation ...

"... Most insidiously, we have each created a fictitious projection of our selves, a self-representation, and gotten lost within it, pursuing its interests to the detriment of our true interests ..."

before spacing all the way out there with Raw Story's posting of The List.

"... At least 21 of the 25 were financed by banks that received US government bailout money, and 11 of them have made hefty payments to settle prosecution claims of widespread lending abuses, it said. ..."

Those two works alone should set you up for some heavy introspection during which you'll flash on what you saw on TV recently or read about somewhere else and weren't completely sure how that sound bite might fit into a larger picture.

And then we have little Bristol Palin, teen mom, preaching abstinence, like used pink ribbon tying the whole package together that between you and me, is no gift. It is unmanaged overpopulation exploding like runaway inflation. From there, its a very short step to the Santa Barbara wildfire (origin unknown at this posting, but you can guess) and an even shorter step to Climate Chaos.

When you were a small child socializing with other children, you probably knew at least one child who appeared to you an immoral bully. Then you grew up and met a few more of the same along the way, separating yourself from them with your own personal moral code. Now we arrive at the present only to discover the immoral bullies bred, ignited by wind driven flames of selfish greed, blind to everyone and everything else that appears to stand in their way. There isn't room or funding to incarcerate them all. They exist among us like armies of fire ants breeding under the pavements running though all of disturbia, every day thirstier, seeking self-satisfaction, bursting forth as a globe wide breathing red carpet moving in all directions at once leaving nothing of the living in their wake. You have noticed by now there is no solution. You have also noticed the public relations campaigns working overtime to calm your nerves. You have heard there are investigative commissions, too, but they always seem to melt away inside the information deluge. A patsy here, a wrist slap there, and it continues unabated.

Hog manure lagoons, a bacon by product, borne from deliberate design to service the majority segment of the population susceptible to lifetimes of lies. Yes, it does all fit together, no campaign left behind. No fire ant unfed. Every silver lining has a cloud on the outside. If there was ever going to be any change, we'd have seen it by now. We'd have seen it long before Obama "campaigned". But that's not what we're seeing at all. This time, we're looking at a brand new graph where the red line heads straight down into the firey core of Planet Earth. In our New World the scumbags on "The List" are walking free, you understand, encouraged even, bailed-out and bonused, shameless, perhaps having an Absolut with a slice of Key lime running 15 knots on a beam reach thinking maybe its time to apply a little sunblock.