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An Oasis of Sanity (?)

In It Bugs Me, Just Because..., Think About It on May 13, 2014 at 7:35 pm

Is the world going crazy, or am I?

Some fundamentalist Muslim dingbat kidnaps over three hundred schoolgirls and threatens to sell them into marriages, because his interpretation of the Qu’Ran holds that women should never be allowed education…

A racist nutjob who doesn’t recognize the existence, let alone the sovereignity, of the United States tries to start a war with the Bureau of Land Management because he hasn’t been paying grazing fees for feeding his herd on Federal land for something like twenty years, and more gun-happy “right wing” nutjobs join in…

More political asshats, flying under the banner of the Republican Party, are making more and more outrageously racist, classist, sexist, and elitist remarks that get reported, and they make the “excesses” of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette seem tame…

I don’t think these people see the cognitive disconnect between what they say they believe and what they say for public consumption.

Were it not for the fact that those alleged humans are trying to dismantle the foundations of representative government here in the U.S., I’d feel more comfortable ignoring them completely.

Unfortunately for me, there is no way I can, in good conscience, ignore them and stay true to what I believe in as an American.

I do not believe that either side of the gridlock that exists has all the answers. (Truth to tell, I am becoming more convinced by the day that no one has any answers. To anything.)

Still, we continue to do the best we can with the information we have at the time. When we learn better, we can do better.

The question is, do we? In our current system, it’s “money talks, suckers walk”“Murphy’s Golden Rule: Those who have the gold make the rules”“We have the best government money can buy”

These attitudes, cynical as they may be, make it hard for me to stay a loyal, patriotic American. But I doubt I’d find it better anywhere else.

And that’s a shame.

Now would be the time for me to propose sweeping changes to our system to bring things under control… Only thing is, I got nothing.

Maybe some other clever person can come up with something… I’m dry.

And that’s a shame, too.

Is It Just Me?

In It Bugs Me, Just Because..., Roughly About Films on July 22, 2012 at 3:55 pm

This being Sunday, our normal routine is to read the paper, watch our favorite Sunday morning program (CBS Sunday Morning with Charles Osgood), eat a leisurely breakfast, get the trash out of the house for Monday collection, and generally ruminate about the week gone by, and the plan for the week to come.

(Such plans, as you may have guessed, rarely survive first contact with reality.  Such is the way things go…)

Yesterday, we were one of a group of vendors at a comic, toy, and collectibles show not that far from us.  The sales were lackluster, but we made good contacts and had interesting conversations with people, and that makes up for quite a bit.  We all agreed that the events in Aurora on Friday cast us (as people “out of the mainstream”) in a bad light.

We wear costumes.  For the most part, we’re not interested in “real” things, like sports, cars, and girls/boys.  We aim for Man to reach the Moon once more, to move on to Mars, and perhaps then, to the stars themselves.

And they laugh at us, call us “geeks”, “nerds”, “losers”, and the like.  The mainstreamers, the “norms”, as My Beautiful Wife called them, hold someone who can throw or catch or hit a ball in higher esteem than most politicians.

Is it just me, or is the priority system of society bass-ackwards from how it should be? The intelligent, the imaginative, the ones who will, more often than not, formulate, or develop, or write the code for, or design what our future will look like, more than likely be the ones who were ostracized or laughed at as a “geek”, a “nerd”, a “loser”, or a “misfit”.  The jocks, or their toadies, the “jock-sniffers”, will quite often be the frustrated, helpless-feeling middle managers, mired in the muck of corporate life, hating where they are, but unable or unwilling to  strike out on their own to try something they want to do.

I feel sad, and angry, and helpless, and wanting to do something… anything… to bring this madness to an end.  I want to make someone see as I see… feel as I feel… so they can know at least a small part of what I know.

Words can be so inadequate… and moving pictures, the same.  But, absent telepathy, we have no better ways to do it.

So we just keep on muddling through…

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