Advice to Ferguson (all inhabitants, including media):
You would do well to acquaint yourself with the ancient Cherokee Legend.
A boy and his grandfather happened upon a fight between two wolves. It was a fierce fight and neither could say what or which wolf started it. There they were, locked in mortal combat. And the child asked the grandfather, "grandfather, who will win?" The grandfather looked at his grandson and replied, "the one you feed."
Thank you. that is all for today.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
Galvanize THIS
Everyone else (it seems) is a fucking expert about the Ferguson Missouri events. May I weigh in?
What has happened and continues to happen is tragic- and an out and out travesty. Our wonderful internet and social media enables everybody to have their say. And say, they've had.
There are significant issues that continue to drive the deep divide in our country. And I certainly hope that our post racial President has been the galvanizing force to at once, show the world- and locally, all of us how Presidential "weigh ins" on issues of this sort do nothing to foster understanding.
These almost 6 years have been painful to me, the rollback of restraint and some sort of decency-- which of course was the big smokescreen to give us the feeling that we have made progress in this country. It's worse today than it was and Ferguson teaches us this with dramatic effect. If 1000 public figures read my thoughts, perhaps 990 would disagree with me. But as the famous "beer summit" proved, Barack Obama, Henry Louis Gates, James Crowley and Joe Biden sitting down, having a beer together and 'hugging one out' was one of the biggest examples of bullshit theater one might possibly witness. How many times could the great minds gather at the 92nd Street Y in New York City to have a "meaningful discussion" about a great issue of the day. Another theatre of the absurd. Another staged event with "famous" people who have really "interesting and important" things to say.
If anybody had any balls, they would get a really good camera, a quiet room and three extreme people- one black and one white and one brown and let them say to each and for all of us, what they really think and feel about each other. REALLY think and FEEL.
And until the world hears that discussion, we're just jerking ourselves off. The manner in which we disseminate, and report so called "news" is stunningly callous, a waste of time and so irrelevant as to its stupidity. It's a goddamned insult. When you're a news and politics junkie and this is what you get, you're getting shortchanged.
And I'm only talking about race today, not the 9% approval ratings of people we repeatedly elect and re-elect. Not talking about professional liars who constantly beat the drums of war while ignoring the will of the people who elected them. The sense of hope that is lost because a small group of people need to make more money and wield more power and influence to compensate for small brains, and small sexual organs. Uh, oh. smd is back. It never really goes away does it?
Every once in a while, I have a day like this and these thoughts pour out of me. I hope tomorrow is a better day. We all need a better day. I'd rather be thinking about one of the great events of my life, but my thoughts are far from a farm in Bethel, New York where a half a million poeple gathered peacefully to listen to some music 45 years ago.
We all make a difference if we choose to. But we get weary, crushed by the huge amount of bullshit that precludes us from doing so as often as we can.
I keep hoping. The audacity of hope. Rush Limbaugh? God help us.
Mr. President-- don't tell me that you could have been Michael Brown.
Instead think of Paul Simon's Dangling Conversation:
"lost in the dangling conversation- and the superficial sighs- in the borders of our lives.
Today's humstle
I'll keep coming back
What has happened and continues to happen is tragic- and an out and out travesty. Our wonderful internet and social media enables everybody to have their say. And say, they've had.
There are significant issues that continue to drive the deep divide in our country. And I certainly hope that our post racial President has been the galvanizing force to at once, show the world- and locally, all of us how Presidential "weigh ins" on issues of this sort do nothing to foster understanding.
These almost 6 years have been painful to me, the rollback of restraint and some sort of decency-- which of course was the big smokescreen to give us the feeling that we have made progress in this country. It's worse today than it was and Ferguson teaches us this with dramatic effect. If 1000 public figures read my thoughts, perhaps 990 would disagree with me. But as the famous "beer summit" proved, Barack Obama, Henry Louis Gates, James Crowley and Joe Biden sitting down, having a beer together and 'hugging one out' was one of the biggest examples of bullshit theater one might possibly witness. How many times could the great minds gather at the 92nd Street Y in New York City to have a "meaningful discussion" about a great issue of the day. Another theatre of the absurd. Another staged event with "famous" people who have really "interesting and important" things to say.
If anybody had any balls, they would get a really good camera, a quiet room and three extreme people- one black and one white and one brown and let them say to each and for all of us, what they really think and feel about each other. REALLY think and FEEL.
And until the world hears that discussion, we're just jerking ourselves off. The manner in which we disseminate, and report so called "news" is stunningly callous, a waste of time and so irrelevant as to its stupidity. It's a goddamned insult. When you're a news and politics junkie and this is what you get, you're getting shortchanged.
And I'm only talking about race today, not the 9% approval ratings of people we repeatedly elect and re-elect. Not talking about professional liars who constantly beat the drums of war while ignoring the will of the people who elected them. The sense of hope that is lost because a small group of people need to make more money and wield more power and influence to compensate for small brains, and small sexual organs. Uh, oh. smd is back. It never really goes away does it?
Every once in a while, I have a day like this and these thoughts pour out of me. I hope tomorrow is a better day. We all need a better day. I'd rather be thinking about one of the great events of my life, but my thoughts are far from a farm in Bethel, New York where a half a million poeple gathered peacefully to listen to some music 45 years ago.
We all make a difference if we choose to. But we get weary, crushed by the huge amount of bullshit that precludes us from doing so as often as we can.
I keep hoping. The audacity of hope. Rush Limbaugh? God help us.
Mr. President-- don't tell me that you could have been Michael Brown.
Instead think of Paul Simon's Dangling Conversation:
"lost in the dangling conversation- and the superficial sighs- in the borders of our lives.
Today's humstle
I'll keep coming back
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