Too much is never enough...

It would seem that greed has become the bane of my existence. I’m fundamentally disconnected from whatever impulse it is that perpetually drives the inability for people to be happy with what they have. The desire for more just doesn’t resonate with me. I don’t “want” anything. I’d like more money but only so I can get out of debt and not so I can move to a big house or make my car into some gaudy flashy abomination, or even to trick out my wardrobe into some obscene pastiche of color and designer labels. I don’t need it. My great aunt used to impress upon me the difference between wants and needs. She endlessly sought to instill in me that there were things worth saving for such as car repairs, emergency medical services, etc. and then there were wants that could and should be relegated to a back seat position and regarded only when the disposable income was available.

I find myself in the unique position currently where everyone around me is speaking of and placing importance around the idea of planning for some idealized career situation in which they have total autonomy and want for nothing. One friend in particular made a proclamation some years ago in which he stated his intention to be a millionaire by the time he was thirty. With only a couple of years left before his deadline arrives, he had indicated that he’s on track to fulfilling this goal. Now given that I generally get by on a shoe string budget and still manage to have enough spare cash to help out those in need, the question for me is why anyone would need this much money? It serves no real purpose, it doesn’t enrich life in any real way and it doesn’t contribute to the content of one’s character. It’s ones and zeroes that are given arbitrary value and allow for the exchange of goods or services that are ostensibly of a quality that will somehow elevate the purchaser to a station or position of betterment and recognition. I listen to the rhetoric as it’s espoused, and I can’t help but feel indifferent or disgusted at the importance placed on money.

Given that I’m not too far from turning thirty, myself, I listen to all of these lofty ideas, intentions of taking off and going to Paris or some other exotic location to relax and indulge, and I can’t help but see it all as useless excess. It seems that everyone these days wants to travel, they want to see the world and take in what they believe to be some grand experience. Now I can’t and won’t decry travel or exploration. I’ve never left the country, I’ve never wanted to. That’s not to suggest that I’m some die hard, overly patriotic idiot that clings to the stars and bars as though they are the only true herald of prosperity and truth in the world, rather I recognize that on the whole, my interest in visiting another part of the globe would be unfulfilled given that my interests aren’t for sightseeing or taking copious photos of some landmark or work of art, rather I seek to understand the place. I would only go to one place in the world and it’s because of the history. And I wouldn’t visit, I’d go and never return. But the common refrain these days from most everyone in my age demographic seems to center on saving for the future because of the myth that Social Security won’t be around when it finally comes time to collect and that the greatest accomplishment one person can achieve in their career aspirations is to become their own boss. Now regardless of the goal, ultimately it seems to all come back to greed. This incessant need to just need more, to never accept enough as being sufficient is sick.

Now I know that human beings are hard wired to strive for more, to work toward achieving higher aims; it’s how we cultivated culture, language, and produced civilization, but the things we work toward in this society seems to just be material. A bigger bank account, a nice suit, flashier clothes, a nicer car, a bigger house, a pet with a pedigree, a job with a multi word and multi syllable title that comes with a corner office and company expense account, and all of this is nice in theory but we define ourselves by it. We actively believe that attaining these material or arbitrary items and titles respectively will somehow enrich us as people. No one takes the time to realize that even with a bank account that sports a seven figure balance, a house that has taxes equating to more than I pay in rent for the year, or a job title that can’t be translated into the native language of the country where you multinational corporation is pillaging and raping the land, you’re not made a better person. You’re still you. Nothing changed. Greed has become the only reason to do anything anymore. The same tiresome refrain is repeated today to kids just like it was told to me. Go to school and get good grades so you can go to a good school and in turn get a good job. Why do you need this “good job”? So that you can make obscene amounts of money and in turn live a life of luxury. The equation seems a bit lopsided to me. I work myself to the extreme of fatigue and exhaustion; I relegate myself to the bottom of the list in terms of priorities and put everyone and everything else higher up. I don’t intend to ever retire or shuffle quietly into a state of idleness and uselessness. Leisure is great, insofar as you’re doing something to enrich yourself, to better your character, cultivate your mind, or produce something useful that will benefit the whole of mankind. Instead everything has a price tag. Video games, spas, cars, movies, music, television, posters, trendy books, comics, even the simple act of having a meal has some connotation of privilege and prestige to go along with it. No one creates art for the sake of making something beautiful, they want money for it. It’s all about compensation.

I find myself at odds on the mindset of achieving a station in life where it’s acceptable to do nothing. We are the only species on the planet that seems to actually buy into the belief that there’s an imaginary quota to be filled before it’s socially acceptable to sit around and let time pass us by. Every moment of every day should be spent doing something that betters us as people. I’m a writer, or I like to dilute myself into believing I am, and while I will indulge in movies, I listen to music constantly, and on occasion I’ll read for pure enjoyment. What you don’t know if all of this is speaking to me, it’s enlightening me, it’s informing me on some small aspect of something. I’m cultivating an idea, a message, a missive, a meaning, an understanding, or reaching for an epiphany from all of this. It’s not just filling time, and that seems to be the aim for most everyone. Fill time now by working and making money so you can fill time later doing nothing of any importance to contribute or benefit the masses or yourself in any lasting way. Why does anyone need so much money that they can buy land or personal aircraft? They don’t need it, they want it. But their wants have become something to be impressed upon the masses as things that everyone should aspire to obtain. I don’t like flying to begin with, so the last thing I want is a private plane. I really only work so I can pay my bills cover my expenses. I’m not saving up for a big house, a new car, some expensive elective surgery, or even to go travel to some far flung corner of the globe. Money changes people, and the pursuit of money changes people even more. I will keep working until the day I die. And if there comes a day where I’m told that I am no longer able to work or perform the things that I find fulfillment in, that will be the day that I make my grand exit from this plane. Idleness is uselessness. I dislike the feeling of sitting around with nothing to do. If I’m ever sitting and staring blankly into the expanse of the world, I assure you, I’m not just counting passing seconds, I’m most likely working or fabricating some facet of a story I’m working on, analyzing an interaction I’ve had with someone else and the conversation that took place (questioning their word choice,  tone, inflection, timing, pacing, behavior, the focus of their eyes), or examining the nuances of some situation that I’m seeking to get more control of. There are no idle moments for me. Every second is spent doing something and it’s not for the pursuit of money or more “things”.

My car is falling from together, my apartment is in a house that is rotting away on the foundation, my job has little to no room for advancement and betterment in my career and I devote far too much of myself to it for what pittance I actually get from it, but none of this matters. I’m fulfilled. I earn enough to survive, the car keeps moving under its own power, and the house remains standing. I don’t need any of the frills and accessories that we’re told to want. I’m utilitarian to a fault, if it has no purpose, I don’t want it. It has to do something, to better my existence in some way. If it can’t, I don’t want it and I’m not interested. Now while I know the point might seem murky in all of this, let me succinctly phrase it here: why is it so hard for people to just appreciate what they have?

I know there are those that will say I’m guilty of this sin, and I won’t deny it, but I don’t seek to obtain more useless crap in an effort to find contentment. I need fulfillment on a philosophical level more than anything else. Perhaps I’m disconnected because I recognize that none of this matters. In a few billions years all of our money will mean nothing, all of our companies, our civilizations, our petty squabbles over land and beliefs, all of it will mean nothing because the little rock we inhabit will be nothing. In the grand scheme none of it means anything. So why can’t we just try our best to revel in and appreciate the things we do have while we have them? Greed drives us further from fulfillment because we always believe we need more, nothing is ever enough and never will be. I’ll keep showing up to my job until I die on the clock or they fire me because I can’t do it anymore. And if the latter happens, it’ll be on that day that I’ll know I’m no longer of use on this little rock and take my leave. I have to remain busy, to be useful, to better the subjective experience of reality we all share instead of just trying to accumulate useless and intrinsically worthless crap for the sake of saying that I managed to get more than someone else. We’re all born into the world the same way, naked, covered in slime, and screaming our heads off. We all go out of it, none of us is above death or able to cheat it (except perhaps my father, that man is harder than a coffin nail), so why should any one person have claim or need of more pieces of paper assigned an arbitrary value than anyone else? Kate Beckinsale, Keira Knightley, Channing Tatum, George Clooney, even the stuffed shirts in congress all have the same thing in common. They’re human beings, brought into existence on the same little blue orb and breathing the same air. Sure they look different and have more money, bigger houses, nicer cars, and whatever what have you, but they’re no better than me or you. They still bleed the same, they will all die in due course, and once humanity has ceased to endure, they will be forgotten. Enjoy life and what you make of it, you don’t need more, you just need enough. 

A Taste of Something Sweeter...

Why is love so complicated? We aspire to it, we covet it, we’re told it’s the ultimate and the pinnacle of human achievement in terms of finding happiness and fulfillment, yet we complicate and taint it in so many ways. If not for the fact that sex feels so damn good and the act itself is not tied directly to the emotional feelings of people having it, the human race would no doubt have died out long ago, or would rapidly be going extinct. We search for weeks, months, sometimes years to find someone that we can devote ourselves to and too often we wind up settling for the first person we can stand to be in the same room with for more than five minutes without being compelled into projectile vomiting or wanting to strangle them to within an inch of their lives. So much pressure, even just telling someone you love them, the connotation has been built up into something to heavy and almost burdensome and the words seem to hold the weight and gravity of collapsing stars. The first time you find the courage to say them to your significant other, it’s as much an expression of your emotional state as it is a more heavily veiled hope for validation that what you think you’re feeling is something real. We’ve diluted ourselves to the point that we no longer know what love really feels like, we never commit or connect in any meaningful way and the best we can muster in most cases is a willingness to forego personal ego in favor of showing a sliver of vulnerability.

I know firsthand how terrifying it is to be genuinely naked in front of someone that you hope will not betray your trust or take for granted the risk you’ve taken in opening up that much. It’s almost crippling in the amount of fear and trepidation that it engenders. For most, finding someone that will penetrate the walls, sneak past the guards, and infiltrate our defenses into the deepest recesses of our true being, a place even most of us are too scared to tread, is little more than a pipedream and all the same as much a debilitating prospect as it is something we hope for with fervent intensity. We want to find that person, to be able to shed the armor we wear even when clothes do not adorn our shoulders, and yet for all that want, we can’t give blind trust. The compromise usually ends up with us doing our best to devote ourselves in a way that eventually will build love. The old idea of two people seeing each other across a crowded room and experiencing instant attraction to something more than the physical attributes of each other, our society regards it as cynical romanticism and nothing more than a fairy tale. We’ve complicated it far more than it needs to be. But fear can be as powerful as love, in some cases even more so because of the things it takes from us. It can knock our knees right out from under us and leave us wondering what the hell happened. We wind up spending more time trying to figure out how it all fits together and actively seeking blind ignorance to the disparity, willing and wishing away the gap. Love is scary, I won’t argue it. I chose fear more than once; hell I chose addiction and called it love. I’m far from being the poster child for a healthy relationship or even the high water mark for what a romantic should be. Too often I throw all of myself into a dynamic and hope that when my head comes back up for air, she’s still there smiling. Sadly I’ve wound up floundering and almost drowning a few times too many, but at least I got my feet wet.

We don’t pine anymore, we don’t long for someone with genuine intensity; feeling that they complete us. Falling in love is something that happens against our will, and for me it’s usually most intense when I’ve tried to fight or ignore the impulse. But I’ve thought about it extensively of late, having reached a point where I’m no longer protected from my own safeguards, and recently having had a massive break through following a bombshell realization and a night that bordered on pure insanity, I’ve reached a massive epiphany. For all the bluster and blunder we ascribe to it, love is a very simple thing. Perhaps the most beautiful and simplistic description I’ve found reads: Love is composed of a single soul inhaviting two bodies. Aristotle is the quoted speaker of that little nugget and despite its being almost twenty-five hundred years old, I feel it’s as true now as it would have been the day he said it. It’s equality and recognition, respect and trust, vulnerability and openness. Love is letting it all hang out because the person you’re with is you. They’re your reflection, your ideal self, the better part of you that you never knew was missing. It’s no more complicated than that. You don’t need a reason to love someone, you just let yourself do it. For those that have someone to hold close, to call their own, someone waiting at home for them with a smile and warm gesture, treasure them above all else, and don’t just go through the motions, commit yourself every day to a better tomorrow. Finding someone that tolerates you is easy, finding someone that will make you a better person in spite of yourself, now that’s the real trick. There may not be someone out there for everyone, I’m still convinced I’m dying alone but I’m okay with that. But those that have managed to find someone that touches them in a way that defies words and goes beyond physical or emotional and to a level that boggles the mind and still leaves the stomach leaping when they walk into the room, know the value of what you have, and never take it for granted. 

Always something...

Compelled toward something beautiful

Eyeing perfection in simplicity

She knows nothing of her beauty

A flawless reflection of what she admires, yet fears

So wrapped up that vision blurs

A vision of completion is all that's seen

Silent longing echoes into the ether

Yearning for a touch, a chance, a kiss, a word

Hold the idea with fevered fingers

Hope blooms within every heartbeat

Reality sinks in time and again, unrelenting

Always something...

Close your eyes and go there, we'll meet you on the other side

                It’s ten forty at night as I write this and perhaps this piece, more than any other, will serve as a true and unfiltered glimpse into my badly decayed psyche. Fate, has once again conspired against me in a terrible fashion. I am a slave to the circumstances and whims of whatever ungodly power runs this world. She moved on, I still haven’t.

                I make no promises that any part of this will be coherent in the slightest, or even that if asked an explanation could be provided. My mind is clouded in a haze of raw and competing emotions. A simple accidental click and my entire world comes crashing down around me, the whole of my reality obliterated by a simple mistake.

                Today is her birthday. I’ve spent the majority of today debating with myself if any part of me has right, reason, or cause to acknowledge it. I’ve wrestled with the impulse to wish her well, to offer good tidings. Now I wrestle with something for deeper, far more wounding. And the worst part is, I don’t know why it’s affecting me like it is.

                This universe is sick, whatever entity, consciousness, deity, or energy controls, coordinates, orchestrates, influences, or engenders the goings on is reprehensible on a level that makes Hitler seem like a saint. I have nothing but loathing and disgust for this existence. There is nothing redeeming in it; no facet of salvation that makes it all worthwhile, no set of circumstances that make everything fit together in a neat little package. This universe is chaos, it’s insanity packaged like a frozen dinner but served at a five star restaurant. None of it makes sense.

                I’m a victim to my own machinations, consumed by my dealings, a slave to the slow implementation of my own agenda. I am weak and humbled, pitiful and abashed, embarrassed and at this exact moment nauseous. There is no humor in this, no punch line that makes it all come together in a clever way. There’s only the wound, still seeping, the scab barely holding together and serving as the slender thread connecting the great gaping chasmal abyss of my rapidly evermore deteriorating insanity with what scraps and shreds of my fragile psyche remain intact enough to be held together. Even now I’m fighting the urge to vomit, cry, scream, rip every hair from my head, and just shut down. Some part of me wants to curl up into the fetal position, but another part me knows that the action itself will do nothing to bring me solace or peace of mind.

                Anger, it’s the only clear emotion, the only thing that pierces the blinding curtain of uncertainty and trepidation that has descended. Anger at myself for not having found my peace, not having let the wound heal, at allowing myself to be so deeply affected, at feeling anything at all, at not being strong enough to achieve my goal of being numb, at having every breath feel forced and labored. It’s all just excess, so much clutter. The furniture of my mind is broken and worn, long past due to be thrown out and yet I sit huddled in the corner clutching armor that is too worn thin to provide protection and terrified of moving for fear of losing footing.

                Thoughts come and go, like fluid. They’re more ethereal, less real than ever before. Thoughts have never had substance but I could dwell in them. My memory has gone soft, it’s at the periphery, over a wall I can’t climb. The ladder’s not tall enough. Bring me the head of the disco king. It was over, I was healing. The pain had ended, the hurting stopped. I had found peace. I spiraled out…didn’t I? Why does it go on? I cried until there was nothing wet in me, I screamed until my rebelled and threatened to rupture. I prayed in silent agony, every second an anguish to any god I thought might listen. Still it goes on, no end in sight. It doesn’t relent, I knew then and know that any relent would not be out of caring. We’re insects, observed but not interacted with. The ants keep marching into the infinite, oiled bioorganic machinery, a giant organism of delegated labor. Lift the legs higher, dragging your feet slows progress. Why the torment? Why no release or escape? What sin condemns to this hell? What hypocrisy curses me with such tortures? God loves all creatures, but forsakes those he chooses to condemn. Faith is the result of forsaking logic in favor of blind obedience. No longer a martyr, not even capable or fighting. I have no belief left. The echoes assail in silent attack, ninjas on the wind with boots that make no sound. Bring the war to them. Where has my sanity gone? I chose this hell. I did it. I had the choice, to forsake the emotion or indulge it. I chose. Turn off the bleeding, not enough left to fill the cup. Magnesium. Endless reckoning and reflection, find the soft spots, history is static but memory is biased, smooth the edges and see the picture. No more wrinkles. Precious. Happiness, they say it’s the ultimate. The pinnacle of human interaction, the paramount endeavor of any intelligent being is to attain happiness. Love is a chemical imbalance in the brain. Dopamine and serotonin are secreted in response to pheromone recognition in the olfactory senses resulting in the brain flooding with chemicals. Opiates do the same. Opiate, Tool’s first EP. Drug of the people. Opiate brings happiness. Systemically removed like any kind of termite or roach, this part of the building only though. The memory’s come and feel solid one second then go soft and flicker away into the black. Nothing solid, nothing tangible. There’s not such thing as death life is only a dream and we’re the imagination of ourselves. If you attain enlightenment in life is there anything left to offer you when you stand in judgment? Unconditional love. How diluted was I? How utterly self-indulgent was I to remain blind and willfully ignorant, to now see the course of the future? Elevate me enough to bring me down, the air is stale up there. Never had a nose bleed. Disjointed thoughts find footing in the ether, drift away on the wind. Chaos controls the minds of everyone, order is the illusion. Well-ordered fear is not the soup du jour. The failed stalker, she was terrible at it. Ask a question, get an answer. I got you something. My pig. My Sol. No more tears left, the well has gone dry. Dust burns the eyes. Laughing and crying are the same physiological process, lachrymal stimulation is the only difference. Why is nothing solid? Why does it come one second then leave the next? No excuse. Everything has a reason. Explain the cause. Nothing just happens, chaos still has traceable patterns. The disorder is just beyond human comprehension. It bleeds the same either way. The purge, long overdue. The library charges a fee for late books. Purge the humanity, drain the abscess and close the wound. Sutures, scalpel, staples, stitches, thread. Tighter. Apply pressure. Stop the bleeding. Red, the color of war, passion. Passion, where did mine go? Eaten up. Consumed like a star. Burn twice as bright but half as long. Candles is snuffed out. Stoke the coals but not hot enough to cook. Empty cold black space. No stars in the sky, gathered them up, gave them to her. Greatest gift of all. Smile. Her smile. Vulgar thing. Common. She has terrific teeth. Profane the priest. Nobility is lacking is self-righteous action making a good deed into something tainted. I’m tainted. A pure heart filled with poison. Barred from happiness. No longer chosen, or even wanted. Terrible thing, happiness never lasts. Bitter taste and bad memories of it. Warm fingers gripping cold flesh. Thinner then. Less hair. Cold eyes though. She said she saw love, warmth. The couch left marks in my back, scabs arrived by morning. Blood from her nails digging into back during lovemaking. The cat knows something’s wrong. Big yellow eyes pierce my own. He sees through me. I’m scared and helpless. Feel like I’m drowning. Gulping air but can’t fill my lungs. Air burns the nasal passages as it passes. Don’t know what she smells like anymore. She used to smell me. Random times. Odd texts telling me she could. Nothing but an illusion, the whole of it. Years of investment wasted, no return and in the end lost more than I put out. I’m not right. Something is severely broken and this rabbit hole goes deeper than I thought. I don’t want to feel anymore, I’ve felt too much and swallowed too much pain. Make the hurting stop so I can sleep. I just want to be numb. I never asked to feel love. I don’t like it. Messy thing. Makes the brain soft and emotions take over. Rationality doesn’t fit. Puzzle becomes different. Broken thoughts. Dammit why can’t I put words down. The last talent I had and it’s gone. Swallowed whole. I’m so tired, so empty. Drained. Hollow. There’s no love in fear. Staring down the hole again, hands are on my back again, survival is my only friend. Terrified of what may come. It will end no other way. Tool will save my sanity. 

A Thought Problem of Preference....

If you take a shot and everything about it from the aim, the trajectory, the wind conditions, I mean everything about it is perfect and planned for, and you hit the target with absolution precision, flawless execution but still don’t get the outcome you wanted would you have rather missed? I’m debating that question because a recent series of events is very much like this. I took my shot, I hit the mark, and I still got nothing for the effort. I’m debating if it would have been better if I missed altogether. On the one hand I’d prefer it because then at least I could just say reload and try again, but in this instance I hit the bull’s eye without blinking. I nailed it dead bang. Shooting again would do me no good and only serve to undermine what little I managed to accomplish with the first shot.

So that having been said, the question has to be asked, would it have been better if I was off or if I missed on my first try? I feel like it would have been. Somehow it just feels like I failed miserably to have everything lined up so perfectly and yet still not have things come to fruition. It makes me question if I’ve slipped in my skills, if my eye for analysis and evaluation is somehow less than it was before, if I’ve lost a fundamental and unique skill. That kind of self-doubt is dangerous to say the least. I know that somewhere in me the impetus for all my skill, all my ability was the fact that I cared. I had passion and that lent itself to something powerful and wonderful. I had the full use of my abilities because I was passionate about them and the use to which I applied them. The impetus for my passion is no more and thus my passion no longer burns as the conflagration it once did. I’m sure it could but it’s finding the spark to reignite the fire that is proving more troubling.

Going through the motions is easy, it’s controllable and simple to maintain. Reeling and struggling as I’m battered from one end of the fire storm to the other is difficult. In many ways I miss feeling so helpless and ineffectual. To know that the maelstrom was outside of my control and that the best I could hope to do was come up for air every once in a while as a kind of reprieve to attain clarity, is something seems like a welcome condition these days. Few people know what it is to be passionate, to genuinely be inspired and feel the energy of something beautiful flow within you; to wake up every day and find new zeal toward a goal or endeavor. I felt it and I reveled in every day I had it. I was wrapped in it like a gossamer blanket of joy. The inferno dimmed. The spring ran dry. The intensity of that light only lasted so long and eventually there was no more fuel to feed the fire, no more rain to replenish the well. I did my best to cling to my blanket but wound up holding onto shadows and ghosts.

This is the world that I have inhabited for far too long. A run down and derelict structure that once served as the seat of unrivaled grandeur. I’ve dwelt within a palace that has served more as a tomb than a shrine or an edifice of lavishness; a hollow kingdom with a king that cares nothing for the suffering of his lands and peoples. I sought the disconnection, reasoned away attachment as something to be reviled and abhorred. Human affection is a weakness, emotional investment is foolish, trust is the ultimate invitation for betrayal; the rhetoric goes on and on, but in the end it’s all the same idea, “misplaced faith and trust can only end badly”. But even as brilliant as some might claim me to be, I missed the first word in that: misplaced. I pressed on, willing away anything that would possibly connect me to humanity and thus leave me weak, heedless of the possibility that the choice might turn out to be one of ultimate self damnation.

But now we arrive at our present hypothetical discourse. If you make the perfect shot but still lose in spite of it, would it be better to have missed completely? Put another way: For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world and forfeits his soul? Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?

Perhaps the last dawn...

An old friend of mine once told me that the entire purpose of life came down to a simple maxim, “The pursuit of happiness and the avoidance of pain”. At the time, and even now, I find that very trite and basic; almost too simple to even be worthy of debate or consideration. Sadly though, for most that is what life is all about. It’s the rhetoric we use, the platitudes we share, and ideology we espouse. “Live in the now”, “Forget the past”, “Always move forward”, “Never lament lost friends”, and the idioms go on and on ad infinitum. All of these things are great as bumper sticker slogans and eye catching or comment inducing Facebook posts, but for genuine wisdom or even powerful imagery it’s just empty words. We’re introspective beings by nature, we’re designed to reflect, to learn and adapt, to cull worthwhile information every action and reaction and tailor future behavior and interactions to produce or influence beneficial results.

Now while one might argue that this would seem to support or lend credence to the idea of pursuing happiness above all else, it’s worth noting a desired result does not always mean aiming for happiness. Self-sacrifice is something of a myth in today’s world, with selfishness and single mindedness being promoted by pretty much every major informer of personal opinion. We’re conditioned to consume, to seek out newer, better, more luxurious comforts and accoutrement; brainwashed into believing that the only true measure of success is a big house, a flashy expensive car, and a sizable number of offspring to offer up in order to perpetuate ensure the survival of the hereditary genome. But this is how society would have us measure success today. In ages long gone, when intelligence was something to be aspired to, when the betterment of all mankind was the highest calling and most fulfilling reward one could hope to achieve, when public discourse allowed for worthwhile dissent and a meaningful and worthwhile exchange of ideas, success was measured by how big of a footprint one managed to leave on the world during their brief time here.

Humanity is on an uncertain course, a unspecified route into the future, and in my lifetime, brief as it’s been up to now, I have seen a dangerous a fundamentally flawed change in focus from the useful to the banal and mediocre. Television serves to keep people docile and easily influenced, with few people bothering to question the information disseminated to them and most identifying more with Reality TV stars instead of visionaries, of which we have hardly any left. There are no heroes left, at least in the United States.

When I was a kid, we were told that we could be anything we wanted to be when we grew up; anything at all. An astronaut, a news anchor, a doctor, a lawyer, even president, it was all within reach if we wanted it. The truth though, is that for most of us we grow up expecting a reality that doesn’t exist. There are no more astronauts; our space program has been reduced to little more than a few billion dollar projects to do further research on things that vast majority of people find to be esoterically interesting. We’re not going to the moon, the first manned mission to Mars won’t be with NASA but from some private corporation that offers the lowest bid to get a willing crash test dummy meat sack to the rust colored orb. This is the legacy of those pioneers of yesteryear. News anchors serve as puppets for the major networks, delivering only the approved missives of their corporate masters and serving more as a mouthpiece of distraction to instill fear and compliance into a naïve populace. There’s no journalistic integrity anymore with sensationalism having been the most profitable standard for delivery of any information, everyone seeks to deliver gossip as fact and plays up the myriad of scenarios that might have resulted in a more catastrophic result. Doctors and lawyers are worthwhile professions but with a healthcare system that seeks to impose more bureaucracy and further complicate things like who pays for a bandage, the insurance company or the patient, there’s no nobility left in the profession. It’s a person in neon scrubs, giving lip service to a scared person on a gurney, offering token reassurances and the whole while everyone from the X-ray technician to the OR surgeon is really just hoping to avoid a malpractice suit and to allow the patient to live long enough to actually pay the bill. Lawyers have been vilified in popular culture by how many of them go on to serve as politicians and further debilitate an already bankrupted country. In popular media they’re more often seen as champions of justice and morality or portrayed as faceless cogs in a system that ignores them as individuals and just churns along like a torrential river. And no one reading this will ever be president. In order to serve in what was once the most hallowed office in the Western World, one has to be willing to be unscrupulous, allow their purchase by multiple corporations and special interest groups, have a thin allegiance to anything and everyone except the biggest check, and if the first four years of Obama’s term is any indication, a set of personal beliefs that can be easily influenced or changed to suit whatever the other side demands of you in order to get anything done.

The Lone Ranger is long dead, Superman was killed in the early ‘90’s and even though DC brought him back, that hallowed mythology has been forever shattered, and even the heroes we’re allowed to see on screen, television or theatre, serve only to make money instead of to inspire. Greed is humanity’s sin of choice and they make no apologies for it. Politicians that decry any form of socialism or equality as being against the basic principles of this country, either from a religious standpoint or from the “true intentions” of the Founding Fathers (if you actually buy into the Teabagger rhetoric), and an overly wealthy percentage of owners of this country and are unapologetic for their unabashed buying of public policy and still insist that they don’t have enough because someone else out there still has something they don’t. In kindergarten one of the most important things they impress upon us, outside of being able to color in the lines and count to ten, is to share. But the adult world tells us that if you’re decent and honorable, even just once putting someone else before yourself no matter the reason, you have committed career suicide and are doomed to remain in the same station in life with no hope or possibility of ever advancing. Greed is good it seems. The Christian right demands a return to more wholesome biblical values, well if that’s the case and that’s really what they mean, why don’t they start with demanding that the politicians they beseech to limit the public’s access to pornography and violence focus instead of having everyone do their best to avoid the seven deadly sins. I think that would be a better place to start.

For those that don’t have them memorized or are not so inclined to look them up, the Seven Deadly Sins are Pride, Greed, Wrath, Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, and Envy. From where I sit, the United States, in its current incarnation, it guilty of all of seven sins and not the least bit concerned with rectifying or changing that in anyway. We espouse our superiority and force others to adopt our way of life, convinced beyond the shadow any doubt that there is no better lifestyle to be had. We constantly consume, never satisfied or content with what we have and never pausing to really appreciate any of it. We kill for resources and to preserve our way of life but it’s all just smoke and mirrors to mask how truly petty and vindictive we are in our foreign policy. We have selfish ignorant leaders that want nothing more than to maintain their power and so they seek to depose, destroy, limit, censor, obfuscate, or otherwise cloud anything they perceive to be a threat to their station. We are a civilization that peaked in 1969. We put a man on the moon, put a calculator in a wristwatch, and managed to manufacture a device that allows college students to make ramen noodles in just less than three minutes; this device is called a microwave. The iPod, the Internet, the PC, even the cell phone, all of them are great devices built on technology that was intended to move humanity forward, to usher in a new industrial age and allow for mankind to break new frontiers and leap ahead and take the realm of science fiction and make it science fact. Instead we have record companies’ squabbling over who gets the thirteen cents Apple pays them every time someone downloads a song. We have cell phone carriers battling each other over who can get the flashiest startup sequence and produce a camera that allows someone to count the number of lips hairs the girl at the end of the bar has. We’ve got an internet that subsidizes television with video clips of stupidity and insanity consistently at the top, while famous people are tracked ad nauseam in 140 character snippets of their lives. We live in an age where communication between two people is the easiest it has ever been in the history of mankind, and yet we use more words to say nothing of value than ever before.

Substance is lacking from the world. Integrity, dignity, compassion, kindness, selflessness…these words meant something once upon a time and they were qualities to aspire to. We live in a three dimensional world with two dimensional people living two dimensional lives. Each of us indoctrinated by years of fear mongering and conditioned to believe that we are all special and therefore uniquely suited to have a positive impact on the world. I don’t dispute the last part, but I’m wondering when the seven billion on this planet who are not in the spotlight are going to get working on leaving their mark. If each of us is destined to do something extraordinary, why do so few of us enter the mass consciousness? Mankind was made for something great, either by design or by chance, we were made to do something remarkable and inspiring and in the last century we went further and did more than at any point in history before. We made ungodly technological advances, we reached for the stars and we conquered our fears. We refused to believe that something couldn’t be done just because it was hard, we refused to settle for anything less than excellence and gave nothing less than that from ourselves. We were inspired, informed, and willing to push the limits of what we thought possible to achieve something that would last. Our civilization is in decline, but the human race doesn’t have to follow it into the ether. We can save our way of life and we can save ourselves, we just have to be willing to not be afraid and to strive for something more than just the hedonistic “pursuit of happiness and the avoidance of pain”.

The hardest truth to swallow...

The scabs have festered too long. Left to rot and heal over, layers of flesh have grown too thick and left them too thick to be remembered. How much sadness have I swallowed without acknowledging? At first guess I’d say close to a decade’s worth of misery has been stuffed away with little more than passing recognition. Too strong for too long. I used to think I was worn out and exhausted from all the passion I’d invested in things that came to naught; a shell of my former self, hollow and broken from too much emotional expenditure. Within the last couple of weeks, a myriad of soul searching and introspection has left me to conclude that I’ve perverted my strength into something it was never meant to be.

                I fashioned myself into a paragon of emotional strength and stability, convinced that I had to be able to stand strong for those around me, the beacon on the horizon. I forged myself into something almost perverse, a cold and understanding being that understood better than he felt. While the de facto explanation for so long has been that I ended up this way because of “The Long Saga”, it began well before that. I saw an escape and devoted myself to it, to ridding myself of demons and too many horrors by devoting myself to something better. That dynamic began to rot and eventually turned to poison, but I kept drinking from that well, gulping down as much as I could, subconsciously aware that it beat what I was really running from.

                Of course it ended and so it goes, but I didn’t really deal with it. I swallowed hard and kept trudging on. I lost my best friend; I distanced myself from everyone and everything and just offered up the excuse that I was hurt. But it was still me ignoring what was really going on. I rejected feeling anything because to embrace that pain meant facing everything else I’ve worked so hard to ignore. And it worked well enough, for a while. I poisoned the well of another relationship, knowing it couldn’t work because of how numb I’d become. Now I’m feeling even more drained than before but also more awake, more aware. I’ve spent the last few months watching my father teeter between life and death. His pallor a stark ivory in place of the usual shade I’d grown up with. Long gone are the days of believing him to be invincible, all but forgotten are the hallowed token of hero worship; believing my father a hero in his own right. I see pain, and misery, and suffering, and agony in his face. His entire existence is anguish and torturous agony. Every breath comes with a cost; every movement bears a price tag. No person should endure such unending and unyielding torment. It’s an odd thing to be in a position where you almost wish someone you care about so unflinchingly to be gone from because of the nightmare they endure just to be there for you another day. To recognize the sacrifice…it makes me feel like such a weak and feeble man. He experiences so much more discomfort than I could ever know or articulate and does so much to maintain the brave face, to remain stoic and resolute, to keep the armor from showing cracks of any kind all so that he can keep us from feeling bad or guilty. I used to think myself one of the most selfless people on this planet, but sacrifices like that…I’m speechless.

                Our parents try to set the example, to be the role model to which they hope we will aspire. We grow up becoming amalgams of them and persist toward the horizon, hoping to perpetuate the best qualities we’ve learned and do justice to the reverence we hold for them. The best our forebears can hope for is that we do something to make the world a better place, the best most of them get is a guilty indulgence of pride in our accomplishments. We live our lives working tirelessly to earn their approval, to make them proud, but more than anything to know we’re loved. Unconditional love is something only a parent can offer their children, and it makes it one of the most beautiful and powerful things in existence but is too often taken for granted. It took me watching my father go a little further into the twilight with each passing day; standing idly by while the march of time remains relentless and unyielding as he is carried with it toward his horizon, for me to finally come to terms with the things I’d held onto for too many years. Knowing and facing the reality that he would one day be gone, that our time here is finite, that we are not guaranteed how much time we have here, it’s a sobering realization, perhaps more so than anything else. None of us like to face our own mortality. We cling to the past like a favorite blanket, willing the better days of yore to be something tangible and static.

                When we’re kids we can’t wait to grow up. We spend every waking moment yearning for the day when we have the freedom to do what we choose, unfettered by the judgment or stares of a disapproving or admonition parent, and all too soon we reach that point. We come hurtling into adulthood at terminal velocity and by the time we think to apply the brake we’ve let adolescence pass like a blip on the radar and we’re barely able to recall it. And now more than ever, with the fast paced world we live in, we take so much for granted, we offer true appreciation to so little. We ignore the little miracles. My great grandparents married when my great-grandmother was fifteen and remained faithfully married their entire lives. A commitment like that is something rare and disregarded today amid so much superficiality. My own parents have endured so many unimaginable hardships and remained committed and maintained conviction to the ideal of something bigger than each other. I’m in the midst of purging this reservoir and in so doing I’m making a point to offer thanks. Thanks to my father for the example he sets in doing what needs to be done for the happiness of others, thanks to my great-grandparents for proving that true love does exist and it is a wonderful and beautiful thing. Time is a manmade construct, but we can’t just give ourselves more. I know several of you don’t speak to your parents often or enough, but please, if I can impart anything at all from this forum, take this away, don’t waste another day, another hour, another minute, or even another second. We never know when someone will leave our lives or when they’ll be taken from us in other ways. A grandparent that one day might not recognize you, a parent that is taken suddenly and unexpectedly, a friend that disappears far too suddenly. The people that lift us up, that keep us safe, that make us better people are so rare, so valuable and sadly, so underappreciated. Express thanks. Show your gratitude to your loved ones for the light they bring into your life, they may not be here tomorrow. 

The terrible truth...

Dear god...how long has it been? This place seems almost foreign, different; like stepping into an alternate plane of existence and struggling to find my footing. A stranger in a strange land, there consistency but I'll be damned if I can find it. Every day it's something new. Some new world threat, some madman in some far off third world country where the light of democracy and patriotism have yet to penetrate and yet I still manage to sleep soundly, does that make me sick?
There's far too much suffering, not nearly enough compassion or understanding and everyday we seem to move further from the true purpose of our beings. We are social beings, interconnected to each other in a very complex network of interpersonal connections, yet we treat most every person in our lives as though they're a convenience instead of genuine asset. I weep at where we're headed. I pray for enlightenment to the masses.

The embers of our torch have not gone out...

I’ve been gone from here for too long, well gone too long without posting anything of value I mean. I should warn you that the bulk of this is going to be very inflammatory, very objectionable, ridden with profanity and will be almost novel length in its scope. That being said, if you’re still reading, thank you.

                I have wasted so much time and energy griping about so much useless drivel, so much inconsequential subject matter than I almost want to kick my own ass. It has dawned on me recently just how needlessly arrogant and pretentious we have become as a culture and society. We are the pinnacle of human malfeasance and we don’t even know it. We sully everything we touch, we destroy everything we create, we tarnish and ruin everything that we see to be beautiful, and we do it all without ever pausing to consider that maybe, just maybe, our own egos have gone a bit too far. It never dawns on us that we could possibly be in error or may have made a mistake. We as “Americans” (god I hate that term), have become a nation of people that believe we are the paragon of intelligence, enlightenment and sophistication in the world. It’s drilled into our children, bandied about on TV in the rhetoric and spin you hear from the anchors on the news, and pontificated as fervently as any bible borne sermon by every talking head in “power” that we, our country, our government, our people are the pinnacle of human social engineering and everything that the rest of the world aspires to be. Newsflash: We’re not.

                I’m 26 years old, I’m well read, I take advice, and I know well enough to keep my nose clean and pick my words carefully. What follows is a direct assault, albeit a verbal one, directed at my peers for their ineptitude and complacency with the status quo despite their penchant to complain. You’re weak, naïve children. You have no idea who you are as individuals, having never had to develop an identity of your own that wasn’t dictated by authority or a chosen emulation of a media darling. You don’t understand how your government works, you can’t comprehend the real merit of issues you hear about, and for most of you, and your reading comprehension is akin to that of a third grader. How the majority of you graduated high school is testament to lenient grading and social engineering. In addition to your intellectual deficiencies I also find it alarming with how self-important you are. You are not a special and unique snowflake, you don’t matter, you’re insignificant, you matter about as much as a mound of fly dung, yet you assail the world at large with youtube videos, twitter updates, mass text messages, and a seemingly endless amount of photos of something that matters only to you. You have little to offer the social conversation or commentary and on the whole you’re a detriment to the future of the planet. You prefer to watch the Jersey Shore of comment on basketball trades as though somehow it really had some vital impact on the world. Sorry to be the one to tell you, but it doesn’t. It’s all meaningless, just like you. You are the living, breathing, procreating product of years conditioning, until you become exactly what those in power have always wanted, easily malleable cattle to be herded and marched where and when they choose.

                For most of you, I imagine that thought is painful, which is why you busy yourself with thousands of channels of mind killing television, yoga, fad diets, calorie counting, trendy martial arts, commentary about how much you hate the latest pop star shat out by your corporate masters, and the flow of meaningless thoughts that you espouse en masse. All of these things hurt your fragile little mind so much less than actually having to use the ten pounds of pulsing grey matter that has been wasted between your ears. So to those of you, I say cling to your petty pursuits, they will comfort you when your corporate masters have taken everything of value you had to take and left you with nothing more than an empty, broken existence that is comprised of little more than bumper sticker slogans and tabloid headlines about which trick baby of Paris Hilton’s is up for a spot on American Idol this week. You have willingly let yourselves become blind to the truth that every civil liberty and privilege that you espouse as being evidence for your prescribed superiority, is being systematically taken from you.

                We exist at a point in human history where we have the means to share information at a rate never before available to our ancestors and yet we squander it with useless pursuits of popularity and idle time wasting. We could use these tools for so much more than we do but instead it’s a sea of uselessness and advertising. Games that keep your docile or take your money for intangible achievements that do little more than earn you the ire or envy of people just as vapid and brain numbed as you are. Well done, you just beat a five year old with Down syndrome and blunt force head trauma at chess, do you feel like a big man?

                Our government has neutered the very basis of everything that we were brought up to believe made us special, and we let them do it. We traded away our rights one at a time for the promise of safety that never materialized. Our internet is about to be censored because the corporate machine has grown weary of not getting Bieber record sales to five billion in a one week time frame so now they limit our access to the last bastion of open speech and information.

                Now all of that having been said, shared, stated, and espoused, I’d like to take a minute to get very serious. We stand on the precipice of something terrible. The unthinkable is about to happen in here in the US, this place we call the land of the free and the home of the brave. Our government, of their own accord and without input or insight from the people they’re sworn to server, has taken it upon themselves to propose a radical new law, an almost unfathomable violation of one of the most basic tenets of “American Life”. We are no longer free citizens, we are to be censored in our information, and imprisoned for our dissidence. Since WWII it has been touted as bedrock of our political and ideological system that we are free to do as we please, to live as we choose, to pursue and realize our destinies as we see fit. Now that right, that promise, that dream is being taken from us and it’s being done, not with force, but with legislation. This is the first step toward martial law. The first stone laid as the foundation at what will eventually be the end of our great country. Within the next few years the fear mongering of far too many corrupt, stingy and easily manipulated politicians will usher in a draconian state that will bear a striking resemblance to Hitler’s Germany or Stalin’s USSR. Our freedoms, our liberties are being taken from us, and we’re letting it happen. Every day that goes by, Congress enacts some new piece of legislation that seeks to undermine or curtail our activities just a bit more finely. The time to act is now, and sadly there is precious little time at all to get anything done.

                We stand on the threshold of collapse. Our economy is bankrupt, our enemies supply us with all of our material goods, our allies are weaker than we are as a result of decades of systematically weakening them to position us as the dominant power in the world, and even the people of this country lack the fortitude and intelligence to really change very much. Politics has become a numbers game where whoever can spend the most money will invariably become the new poster child of the regime. Congress makes all the rules, the president does his best to curtail their activities while exercising his own agenda, and the Supreme Court seems to be sitting on the sidelines, entrenched with meaningless cases. Our system is broken, and sadly it’s not broken in the sense that nothing works, it works quite nicely if Fascism is what you choose to live in. If you idealize Mussolini’s Italy then this country is going to become not just your cup of tea, but a veritable Valhalla. If we do nothing to act, if there is no show of force by the people of this country, if we cannot rise up and speak with one voice, united, strong, and unwavering and declare that the most basic principle of this country is a government “Of the people, for the people, and by the people” we will wake one day very soon, within the next five years, and find our personal freedoms worth less than the aging parchment they’re printed on, and our children will be indoctrinated into a world and a belief system that furthers this horrible reality.

                Movements like the Occupy and Anonymous, show that there are dissidents, but sadly both of these groups can and will most likely be branded terrorists under the new legislation passing through Congress. The Bill of Rights will be rendered moot, and the guarantees it offers will be stripped away from us completely until we have only the option of adhering to the wishes of the government. George Orwell wrote 1984 in 1948, he believed that Stalin’s USSR would prevail. George Lucas released THX-1138 in 1971, a grim look at a future devoid of emotion, where people didn’t think, but remain contented and mind numbed by propaganda, medication, and complacency. Christian Bale played a Cleric in 2002’s Equilibrium, and the film portrayed a future where you could be shot on sight for having or feeling an emotion. And in the mid 1980’s Alan Moore produced a comic call V for Vendetta that dealt extensively with Fascism versus Anarchy and the crippling of a regime that used the truncheon as its primary means of communication with the populace. While these examples might seem like flights of fancy or simply great works of literature and fiction, the sad and startling truth that we need to recognize is that we’re barreling headlong into making these universes, these fictional fear states of martial law and violent oppression into not just a reality, but our reality. We are choosing this people, we are sitting silently and letting our government condemn us to a dark new era. An era where thought and expression are censored, where free speech is a thing of the past, where fear is the currency and the standard, where love and emotion on any genuine level are simply whispers and storybook concepts. A world where questioning authority, asking for more, working for something better, being an asset, trying to contribute or voice dissent is punishable in one of the harshest ways fathomable, and there is no second chance, no appeal or redemption. A world where we seek only to remain out of the government’s all Seeing Eye and instead of living for fulfillment we live just enough to remain alive. We are allowing this to happen because in the past ten years we have been made into small, cowardly, weak willed, woefully ignorant cattle. We march numbly and silently to the slaughter, never daring to break loose from the confines of the tract we’re in.

                If our forefathers, the men and women that fought and died to establish this country, the brave souls that fought again to protect it, the countless sons and daughters that battled tooth and nail to unify it, the innumerable troops that suffered flying bullets and bombs while praying ceaselessly within trenches, the righteous generation that took up arms to knock down two tyrants and keep our homeland safe, if they could see what this country has become, the harsh unrecognizable ugliness of our political system and men and women that are part of it, if they could see with their own eyes, the horror that their sacrifices made way for, I’ve no doubt that the founding fathers would lay down arms and remain British. The soldiers of 1812 would march gladly with white flags in hand. The Union armies would simply cease firing and welcome the Confederates to their own mandates. The brave soldiers of WWI would choose to remain idle instead of knock down an empire on the brink of world domination. And if my grandfather could have foreseen that this country that he fought so hard to protect would eventually morph into this beast of reprehensible rhetoric and ideology, I can only assume that he and others from his generation, would welcome Hitler with open arms and wide smiles.

                Genghis Khan, Caesar, Nero, Napoleon Bonaparte, King George III, Joseph Stalin, Benito Mussolini, Saddam Hussein and Adolf Hitler were some of the most detested, despised, and vile men of their day. The victimized, subjugated, enslaved, massacred, and perpetrated some of the most insidious genocides of our history, but the one thing that separates all of these men from our own talking head in D.C. is that these unnatural men were single minded and honest about their intentions. They may have offered grand propaganda again Jews, political dissidents, or foreign peoples, but they didn’t hide the ugliness of their actions, they embraced them and used them as a cornerstone for the furthering of their ideology. Our men and women in the designer suits, collecting six figure checks from businesses that want just a few more options and a bit more time to oppress and victimize the fine people of this country, they believe that their word is law, they are accountable to no one. In ancient Rome when an emperor failed to protect his people, he was beheaded, murdered, or lynched. In every other society, whenever a leader failed in his task, he was publicly killed to send a message that failure has consequences. Now we simply cease electing these stuff shirts in favor of more virile candidates that use charm and blatant lies to beguile and charm our hearts and minds to pledge allegiance to them. They’re ineffective, they’re useless, and they offer no more benefit to us, the people, than any foreign dictator would.

                The power is ours, the time is ours, the choice is ours. We can fight, we can crusade and demand that stars and stripes that so many of our ancestors, our fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, and even our children fought and died for mean something again. That the promises made and written down some two hundred years ago are not just the empty promises of a generation long since dead, but are in fact the most paramount declarations of certainty and decency that can be made. It is up to us to require more of our leaders to organize public dissension of the highest order, to echo the call for a higher standard of behavior, conduct, and representation from the people that have the privilege to hold office in this country. If you’re a senator, a member of the House, on some civil or municipal board of directors, you have a duty and a moral obligation if not a legal one, to bear in mind and always work to represent the wants, needs and wishes of the people that chose to let you occupy that office. Your failure in this duty is not just a loss of power, but a wide reaching and far spanning loss of faith in the system, the office, and the idea. Democracy didn’t fail, the people did. We let fear infect us like a cancer and we still allow it to influence and affect every choice, every piece of legislation, every single facet of our lives, and we do it without even being peripherally aware that we are letting it happen.

                The world is changing, rapidly and energetically and we are standing still. We’re too mired in our Tweets, our Facebook posts, and who is getting voted off of the latest trendy reality show. We defend the practice of devoting our attention to these pursuits with token rationalization and little real consideration to just how indoctrinated we really are. Even those of us who claim, “Well I read”, consider the content of what time is spent reading anything of value. It’s all fluff. Twilight drivel, Sarah Palin’s thought (I know it’s bad grammar but let’s be honest if she has more than one thought at a time her head will explode), or some niche book that somehow lends credit or credence to the claim that we’re individuals and don’t buy into the establishment. It’s all tripe and it amounts to nothing of any real measure of importance. Uselessness of the highest order and we sit on the sidelines with our petty reasoning, trying to construct a reality where the worst case scenario isn’t at hand.

                Our government has been the world’s police, from our point of view, a beacon of freedom and democracy to the dark corners of the world. But to the rest of the world, we’re meddlers, inserting ourselves into affairs that have nothing to do with us. We’re not making the world safe for democracy, we’re using force, subversion and espionage to exercise our agenda and make the world safe for our own agenda to come to fruition. We’re no different than Nazi Germany, Soviet Russia, or Communist China. The difference is, we have country music to back up our claims of superiority and entitlement. The majority of country music focuses on this country being the last safe haven of people who hate oppression and paint the rest of the world as bleak by comparison. Alan Jackson, Keith Urban, Toby Keith, Garth Brooks, all of them have authored some abhorrent song meant to illustrate how the air in this country makes you healthy, food is plentiful and cheap, housing is readily available and affordable, and how our government is setting an example for the rest of the world. Sad truth is that we have innumerable homeless, many of the recent additions have been relegated to their fates by a failed system of corrupt real estate with no regulation, a military affairs board that gives little acknowledgement to those that have paid the cost for the ideological freedom so many of us are indoctrinated to believe we still have, and the majority of our farmers and producers are paid not to grow crops in order to keep prices at an acceptable level.

                It’s madness and yet it happens every day. We can stop it, if we care enough, but we have to fix the schism within us, we have to unite over something more profound than television and films, we have to recapture the essence of our idealism, the very basis of the ideological rhetoric that our forebears marched triumphantly onto the shores of Normandy to protect, the very basic principles that so many of our founding fathers spilled blood to establish. We need to unite in a single voice, to realize that the world is in a spiral and only if we band together and fight the current can we reverse the flow and make something great. I only pray we figure out what is going on, and a chorus of voices chant in perfect harmony that we deserve better, we demand better, and we will fight to achieve better. The essence of the American spirit is something that is not dead, but rather stifled. We are the country that landed on the moon, won two world wars, threw off the chains of oppression from our colonial era masters,  and served as trailblazers for the internet, computers, iPods, refrigerators, color television, the telephone, the cell phone, and even the blues that served as the basis for rock and roll. This country was great once, we were a leader, we innovated, inspired, and cultivated greatness. We nurtured and supported each other and life was made better by our collective vision of a better tomorrow, now we’re scattered, divided, and at odds with the basic principles that only two or three generations ago were staples of dinner table discussions and championed in the halls of foreign lands as the bar by which all other countries aspired to meet. We need to take the baton back, to find our course and demand better than we have been given, require more of the people that are in a position to lead us, and cease the petty pursuits of idly passing time and get back to doing something worthwhile.