More Good News and Bad News and the Voices in the Wind
Smoking Mirrors Ė May 28, 2008
I went without sleep for four nights until early Sunday morning. Once a year or so this happens to me and I turn into Goofy. Itís some kind of energy thing that just grows and grows until I crash. Then I sleep for about eighteen hours and the world turns all bright and bushy tailed again soÖ
Now that I am feeling near human and refreshed I said to myself, ďLetís find some good news that with match the tenor of my inner state. Do you have any idea how hard that is these days? Iím not talking about wishing and hoping and trying to believe in good news. By example, an Obama supporter might think the world is going to be fine again and the cornucopia is going to appear in the sky and everything anybody ever wanted is going to pour out upon the planet and weíll all go dancing over the mountain tops on clouds of joy andÖ well, more joy?
Then if we were really lucky, the cornucopia would suck up everything we ever didnít really want including all of the religious fundamentalists, bankers and politicians; nothing but serendipity going in both directions butÖ
Obama isnít president yet, nor even his partyís candidate. Furthermore, all we have are the things he says heís going to do and no one knows what heís going to do once and if he becomes president. So thatís more of the Ďmaybe itís good news and maybe it isnít good newsí kind of thing.
George W. Bush, -head and shoulders above any other possibility- by an enormously wide margin as the worst president America has ever seen, is going to be leaving office in about eight months and thatÖ that will be one of the most wonderful things to ever happen in America butÖ it hasnít happened yet so that canít be good news either. Since that stone-cold evil, ambulatory dog turd had the White House stolen for him thereís been almost no good news of any kind. This post prelapsarian nightmare has gone on and on and on. It has been the longest eight years of my life at a time when time should be moving faster but isnít. I guess I should be grateful to him for making me feel like I am living forever but Iím not. So thatís not good news either.
World situation; lots of words from unnamed sources indicating that things arenít as bad as they seem, similar to someone telling me itís rain when they piss in my ear. Actual world situation seems to have that SNAFU hi-lighting patina. No good news thereÖ just words and according to George Soros, who definitely knows what he is talking about, the bottom is going to drop out of the economy and look like Rush Limbaughís ass in the shower; sorry about that image. I expect youíve seen it often enough though; after all, it is the face he shows to the world. That doesnít seem like good news.
Psychotic leaders and their handlers are all behaving like young marines in a Navy bar at 2:00 am. I used to hear that word realpolitick a lotÖ now I see it everywhere. The prevailing philosophy has become self-interest at any cost. This is amplified by manufactured scarcity of critical elements to world harmony where, in fact, there is no scarcity at all. That doesnít qualify as good news. It is good news that things are not scarce and that they only seem to be, so that incomprehensibly rapacious, refugees from The Treasure of Sierra Madre can steal everything that isnít nailed down and then come back with crowbars for the rest. No, thatís not good news.
Culturally, half of the world is walking around with earbuds and performing arcane rituals with their cell-phones that are breeding millions of brain tumors, the throbbing of which will provide a backbeat to the brain rape music in their heads. Everybody is looking in the mirror. The guys want to know if that David Cook hairstyle, which looks like rats shit in it and then Krazy-Glue was applied on top, is the bomb or not. The other half of the world is hungry and frightened and canon fodder for conflicts that are being manufactured for them by the people who make money off of this sort of thing soÖ once again, no good news.
I go to MSNBC and, letís seeÖ Bush lied. No? Really? Obama doesnít know Auschwitz from Buchanwitz. Man thatís a really big issue in a mountains out of molehills sort of a way. Thereís the usual collection of meaningless crapola for the McInformation Age but no good news I can see unless youíre a Laker fan. Nobody saved a baby from a well, world hunger is still a growth industry and Jesus is coming soon to a shopping center in your neighborhood.
FoxNews still looks like used and unflushed toilet paper. One of the many gifts bestowed upon us by the most evil man on the planet. Hmmm, thatís a hard call. Yes thatís a hard call indeed and certainly not good news.
Looking at America from a distance of time and years, I can only say that the most astonishing thing is the speed of the decline. Itís been about as fast as one of the World Trade Center buildings coming down and for reasons equally as ambiguous. Then there is the strange irony of an epidemic police presence increasing at the same rate as the value of what they are protecting is decreasing; still no good news.
I guess weíre going to start getting good news when the quality of the personnel on the planet improves. Itís hard to imagine good news in a place where the pressure from the top tells us that itís every man for himself. Thereís a mysterious law in the universe which says if there doesnít appear to be enough of everything to go around then itís musical chairs with baseball bats. When it appears that there is plenty to go around, which is the truth, natural generosity at all levels becomes more apparent.
I guess you get good news the way you get bad news. You create it based on the collective viewpoint of the people in the world; based on what theyíre told and how they respond. We have got to do something about the small minority of powerful vampire bats that are de-harmonizing the world. We canít do that until the few who arenít walking around with their eyes taped shut can convince those who are to remove the tape.
Somehow weíve got to motivate collectively for a finer expression. We seem to have lost touch with what is important as we scramble for the meaningless. As life becomes increasingly trivialized, the value of it and the consideration given to it, in respect of each other diminishes. Itís been said that the best way to forget about your own problems is to help somebody else. As hard as it may be to believe at this time, most of us want to do the right thing. Most of us are more than half-way decent people. Itís the compromising with the evils of the day that rob us of our humanity and weíve got to stop that compromise. Somebody convinced the majority of us that the wrong way is the right way. As a result of that you are going to get bad news and lots of it. We have to reverse that process. The moment we stop making those ancient mistakes that our weakness and fear demands of us Öeverything, everything changes.
We have to tell ourselves within the quiet of our own hearts that we are no longer going to cut deals with our oppressors so that they can keep on oppressing. We have to tell ourselves and convince ourselves and then we have to tell others. Iíll let you in on a little secret. It is actually harder to go along to get along than it is to stand up for the principles you believe in and youíre going to feel a lot better about it too.
Weíve got some powerful weapons. We have the conviction within that tells us what the right thing is and weíve got the internet where, before that, we werenít getting heard at all. When you do find some good news and when you hear the right thing start to consider it your new job to make sure that everyone else hears it too. Once we can manage the revolution within, the one without will take place automatically. That will be good news. That will be the best news of all.
Good News and Bad News
On a personal note I would like to apologize for my dreadful performance on the radio Sunday night; if you were unlucky enough to catch it. I hadnít slept in days and then made the mistake of drinking way too much Valerian tea which made me sound like I belonged in the back of a police car or should be chased by men in white coats
I try to be on and do my job but accidents do happen. I shouldnít have done the show when I could hardly sit up or keep my eyes open. Many men have learned to their great cost that you can erase years of good work in a very short period of time. This is a lesson to me and Iíll not soon forget it. Thank you for your understanding as well as the ongoing great support. I am much indebted to the reader for the inspiration and fine commentary that is one of the hallmarks of this site.
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