Back to the morning news cruise, take for example the headline concerning the grand RI bishop of something insisting he didn't say what he said, he said it was suggested a Kennedy not be administered the blood and body in a cup because of the, as you may recall, generally suggested to be somewhat unhinged, on occasion, Kennedy's stand on abortion rights? THESE people, you know exactly who I mean, are they people, in THOSE outfits, with their disturbing reputations really ought to be keeping a lower profile, wouldn't you think? Strange how the list of headlines chooses to highlight certain press releases over others. Heh, we know its more than strange now, don't we. Everything has a reason, turn, turn, turn... speaking of seasons, I am appalled about the climate email hacking, you should be too. How naughty! Do they honestly think any doomers will fall for this one? Here's the thing that is amusing, yes, they do think you will fall for it and many of you are or they would not have gone to the trouble of blaring this news. First you want to say how could this be? To tell you the truth, first we should be questioning hackers. Not just these hackers come-lately, but all the hackers from time immemorial. Please, no teen geeks in basements, these people are ubiquitous. One could get the idea that when a devastating truth that would rock the boats of the little people gets too far along into the streams of acceptance, the hackers are released, set free like a pack of jackals to twist around the heads of the plasma-facing-the-lazyboy set. Are we now supposed to think there is no such thing as desertification? Hard pan? Sea level rise? SMOG? And the Amazon Rain forest is just a playland for frogs, that Iquitos has regrown its rubber and the Wilkins ice bridge did not break? I am exhausted talking about it, we're on our own here, all of us who read headline news this way. We have no support and that is fine, the lame justifications and corrections are always more of the same drama rooted in I am right and You are wrong. It is obvious this planet has too many humans, dogs and cats, in the circumstances under which we currently live. It is obvious it has never been managed properly since before Socrates penned for Plato. How do we know Earth could not have managed to support seven billion and growing by starting out from the side of truth? Instead of always presenting something to be other than what it is, it might well be possible, even in our present, to live without all this weirdness, pain, elbowing for room, yelling above the crowds for recognition, destroying others so that the special ones survive. Then along came the Whites. Mister and Missus White and their special little lord Whites and White-esses in bow ties and clown collars separating themselves from the teeming masses nobody wanted to manage since they were too busy thinking how to present their separation as something other than what it was. The prizes and the favors went only to those who saw things their way. How has this changed at all? What grand strides of human development in civilization have taken place since then?
You can give them truth and they laugh at you. You can give the teeming masses real spirituality and they imitate it because it looks cool, an identity, like a wash-off tattoo, until the next zeitgeist wave rolls in and washes them back out, mingling in kelp, strands of brown bubbles to pop on rocks in their endless boredom to be somebody, to say something meaningful, to experience something, anything other than not being able to get the vaccine or having the beater smogged three times and failing each.Our monarchs stumble over themselves, screaming plague, screaming deficit, screeching terror, its just so much background noise now, sound and fury signifying nothing. Test, don't test, you can see where this is going if you are paying attention, its going to Palin and Beck people, mark my words. The joke of all this is that it would be so much simpler to be real, speak honestly and do no harm, but that's not how this palace and its outlying G-palaces are run and never have been and never will be. Short of anguished blood war, what does one do when they are outnumbered up against a brick wall? Look at the wall and see what its made of, know the enemy and know yourself. You are all alone in this, as cleverly planned, we leave this place as we arrived, with nothing.
Image: Reubens, Portrait of a Young Man
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