Thoughts about a spirit two years gone.

TL:DR

Mr. Williams,
Sorry to see you go, but I am not sure we deserved you.

Maybe less then than now.

You were nothing more than just us, unbridled, unfettered by fear or self-consciousness. Two years later, your spirit faded and I think we need the smiles you bring more than ever.

It is all dissolving. It seems to be evaporating.

You could express. Nothing held it back. You had none of the fences that we use to line ourselves, to hold back our expression. It just gushed from you. You were just us and if you had a talent, it would be to let some of it bubble, some of your energy, bubble to the surface and it was so free, it made us nervous.

We laughed, but you made us nervous.

Some of us thought, you would explode, but there was never a chance of that because you had released. Your spirit was freed. When you smiled, you smiled, when you hugged, you hugged. When you shook a hand, you shook a hand. What frightened us was that you were you and we were you. You just knew how to let it go.

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Everyone talked yesterday about your demons. My thought that morning after you moved on, was that we were the demons. Maybe not intentionally, but we were the demons.
When we failed to express, when we failed to hug true, when we failed to smile. We were the demons.

As the world has gotten smaller and smaller and we can see, in a second, in a digital flash, a thousand children dying, we are the demons. When we can see the twisted hate drawn from fountains of love spirit from Gods we have chosen to follow, we are the demons. When we see the blood spill again and again and again, we are the demons.
The demons may not have been inside you, the demons that forced you to the next step may have been us. I think you knew inside that when you were “on” that it was an “on” that we all had, but we chose rarely to be “on.”

There was no magic to you.

The only magic was that you had pulled down some of the barriers, some of the fences that were built around each of us to protect us from each other and maybe from ourselves. Like this Social Media, we often think about how we will appear to those around us, carefully choose the pictures of a baby or cat or the dance of an elephant.
We are so close. We have all the opportunity that you did, but maybe we really are the demon.
I understand we are not Picasso, Hendrix, Van Cliburn, Einstein, or many of the other great expressionists that have filled our history. But you were different. You absorbed the energy and vision around you and then allowed your mind to roar like a gushing river of thoughts, sharing with us every thought from Margaret Thatcher to seeing a 3D proctoscope in a table vase and a mouse eating cream cheese. These are all images we know, all things that we had all been exposed to, but we hold them back and our failure to express, to tear down the dam and rip down the fences made us the demons in your life.

I just thought about the Heinlein book, Stranger in a Strange Land . Maybe that was you. Maybe on the next stop in the journey, expression will be as common as breathing and there will be no demons.
Someone remember to hug someone today. Remember to tell them you love and remember to be true and share a gift of a feeling. Tell someone the first thing that comes to your mind. and then the next and the next and never be afraid that they might think that you are weak, because you can crack open the dam and just let it flow.

Don’t be a demon. We have too many.

Maybe less then than now.

6 Minutes…

 

What happens in 6 minutes?

  • In 6 minutes you can grab a bowl of cereal and start eating.
  • In 6 minutes, you can read about 2 pages of a book, 1 page if it is a book you don’t like.
  • In 6 minutes, you can brush your teeth and rinse. Scan your e-mails, scramble an egg, order a Big Mac & fries, pay and get your food.
  • In 6 minutes, you can have sex…twice. You can make your bed.
  • You can drive about 1 or 2 miles out of your driveway, maybe 6 miles on a open highway.
  • In 6 minutes our Commander in Chief can wake up, be told about an impending attack , grab the biscuit with the launch codes and set dozens of nuclear missles into action.
  • In 6 minutes, we can begin the unstoppable process to kill millions of people. Millions more will die of painful radiation poisoning in the next few days.

    In 6 minutes you can pray, dance, jog a half mile, pull a slot machine handle about 40 times.

  • In 6 minutes, you can smoke  cigarette. delegate two projects on your to-do list, sort your mail and trash most.
  • In 6 minutes, 60 people will die of a variety of causes and about 25 babies will be born.
  • In 6 minutes you can imagine how many innocent people will die if the Commander in Chief pushes a missile launch button.
  • In 6 minutes…to can read this blog post…maybe twice.
  • In less than a minute you can vote.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviving the Heart of our Democracy!

 

Bunny and I listened to this Preachers Speech and the more he spoke, the more our eyes filled with tears. We were both chilled!

Please take a few minutes and listen to the inspiration for our Country!

 

No Answer…so I suppose more spilled blood.

Recently a poster on Social Media, a parent of young children, a writer and a person pretty much just like me said he was scared.  He wasn’t scared for himself, but his child, his family, his friends. He spoke of the how he did not want to acknowledge the goals of this group of cult serial killers, but he did not want to put him family in jeopardy, Whether it was a slaughter in Orlando, in Paris, in Brussels or slaughters in Orlando, he expressed being trapped and mostly confused as to

“What exactly do these murdering fanatics want? “

I tried to read your post last night and made it half way through. It was late and I didn’t have the energy. I watched an interview with one of our retired Generals trying to explain how Islam was not a religion, but that the text, the Quran, was a political guide.

Political is defined as

“of, for, or relating to citizens”) is the process of making uniform decisions applying

to all members of a group. It also involves the use of power by one person to affect

the behavior of another person. “

I thought about what he said and started my early morning by responding to his post and beginning to formulate an answer.

I think as you do, starting with “What exactly do these murdering fanatics want? “

At first, I was reminded of the scene in the movie Independence Day when the President asks an Alien “What do your People want?” The Alien’s response is simple.

We want you to die

I thought how the General tried to link all followers of Allah and Islam with the violence and anger of the Quran. The Christians had their Bible and is loaded with murdering the unholy, with stoning of infidels, the acceptance of slavery, the obedience of women etc. etc. and the it is almost a copy of the Quran, pulling out sections, even names and places. Both provided a way to live on the land with the goal of worshipping a True God, both rejected the notion of working hard to improve your life here on Earth because the true paradise of heaven was the reward.

It was heaven. Heaven was the realm of God. These lands were of the fallen. These lands were of Satan and the fallen angels. This was hell. For the believer, Earth was a waiting room waiting , waiting piously until you are called to join God and Allah.
The Talmud of the Judaism was the same way. It told its followers how to live, what to eat, what to avoid, good moves, bad moves and reward awaited not on the accumulation of wealth and mammon on Earth, but to worship God and wait to be called from the waiting Room.

But the murderous Fanatics are no more representation of the Quran and a billion Muslims around the World, then a Abortion Clinic Bomber or the members of the Westboro Baptist Church who carry signs at Military Funerals that read GOD HATES FAGS represent the billion Christians. Both are mutations. Both are wrong. And surprising their numbers are few (100,000 Isis, 120-150,000 zealot Christians compared to billions of believers.) But they are noisy and deadly and they attempt to rule with fear and blood.

Christians “rewrote” or generated an addendum to their Bible to accommodate the Rulers and Kings that had begun to populate the land a few thousand years back, so that we as just people would follow the King and worship him, bow to him in the road when we passed, paid our taxes and willingly gave him or sheaves of wheat. And we bowed, and tithed and obeyed until it came our turn to go to Heaven and live the rule under God. We had a entity to worship in the afterlife and two entities to attempt to balance between while we waited on Earth.

The Old Testament followed the edicts of God, the addendum taught us the words of Jesus and somewhat a complacency.

The New Testament (Koine Greek: Ἡ Καινὴ Διαθήκη, Hē Kainḕ Diathḗkē) is the

second major part of the Christian biblical canon, the first part being the

Old Testament, based on the Hebrew Bible. The New Testament discusses the teachings

 and person of Jesus, as well as events in first-century Christianity.”

But it still begs your question: “What exactly do these murdering fanatics want? “

I don’t know. I don’t want to be an apologist for them, but I think we tend to confuse murdering maniacs like the crazy in Orlando or this mentally ill teenager in Munich being treated with the murderous zealots of ISIS, Al-Qaeda, Boko Harum, followers of Aum Shinrikyo, the KKK and so on and so on.

These are Cults. These are Cults of Personality and hate and blood and supremacy and they may carry religious texts but these cults have little connections. Again, I don’t want to be an apologist for their actions, but in a recent blog post, I recounted literally millions of massacres around the world, just over the last 100 years where Muslims and the followers of Islam have been killed. Even our own President said that in retaliation for massacring 3000 of our citizens on 9/11 we would respond. And over 1,000,000 Muslim men women and children that had nothing to do with the fanatic mass murder were killed.

And the killing goes on. And groups like ISIS, murder our children whether they had planned it or not, Groups like ISIS take responsibility and strike out at the West in twisted retribution. It would be like Blacks in our country killing Whites because we enslaved them for over 100 years. In response to the spilled blood, we would scream “But I never owned a Slave??!!”

Well the frustration you fear…maybe you are screaming along with millions…”We never slaughtered millions of Muslim people.”

I don’t know a resolution. I am reminded of an old Western Movie when the good guy and bad guy meet in the little town and one says “This town ain’t big enough for the two of us…” and the gunfire starts and someone dies.

Maybe our planet just is not big enough? Maybe we should have been tolerant or not unleashed a billion guns or maybe we should have focused on schools and not war, taught love instead of filling prisons, built families and not walls and   that kill children.
Maybe we must keep it in mind and kill the 100,000 maniacs like we cut out the cancer cells, change our lifestyle and pray the cancer never returns.
Maybe.

God…I wish I had an answer. I am sorry for your fear!

 

 

What I learned today…

What I learned today

 

 

(As I rewrote this morning, a thought flashed in my mind. In the 50’s, we looked under every bed and we found a sneering Communist. Today we all look and find Satan or some manifestation of Evil, maybe even a Liberal.)

This is a tough day to be me.

It is definitely a tough day to be a gunned down Baton Rouge Policeman. It is a tough day to be in the Police anywhere in the world. It is a tough day to be a minority in a poor community. It is tough to be the children of any of the fallen Police or of the 100 or so unarmed Blacks killed by Police in 2015.
OK, compared to the groups listed above, it wasn’t that tough. I was just called names.
I think I was called callous, a liar, A passive-aggressive twister of questions to make the other person look stupid,  a bitch coward for not having a shoot out with a Christian,  an apologist for the criminals that murder Police, a supporter of Black Live matter… a LIBERAL… actually just too many to recount and catalogue. I am just not a good person. Posters on Social Media say so.

Must be true…

And many of these people claim to be Christian. They wrap themselves in the justification of being Christian and that makes it OK to kill Muslims, kill unarmed minorities, jail Blacks and cut all sorts of social programs like feeding children, feeding the elderly, feeding the Poor.

I am not pointing the finger at Christians. Christians follow the word of Jesus. They follow the teachings of the Church. Some of these people may call themselves Christians, but I don’t believe they are anymore that the members of the Westboro Baptist Church. No more than 100,000 blood-thirsty deranged ISIS, Al-Qaeda, or deluded terrorists represent a billion peaceful Muslims.
The majority of Christians speak of love, forgiveness, of peace, of Jesus.

And then there are some of these people that follow a vengeful and hateful non-Christian god. I don’t know my Bible Studies that well, but I think a vengeful and hateful entity disguised as God is really a Satan masquerading the God of Love.
They profess to carry guns to protect themselves from the glares and stares of Black People in their neighborhood. One was going to provide me his address, so I could go kill him. (I am sure he would get the drop on me. He must live in a constant state of fear.)
This specific gun-toting 2nd Amendment admirin’ Houston Texan said that he had friends who took care of the children of people in AA and he would take care of those children as well.

I asked him not to shoot any children.
When a crazed person murders a Police officer, all things American, all American Values go out the window, all Christian values go right out the window. It is OK for a Police Chief to send a C4 Bomb in to blow up the killer of the Dallas Police. It is OK for Police to kill the recent list of unarmed Black men because they were previously arrested anyway…known criminals.

Police could be judge, Jury and executioner and it was all OK. If a Republican Presidential Candidate threatens to kill the entire family of a Terrorist, it is OK. It was OK for a previous administration to exact revenge for the murder of the 9/11 3000 civilians by killing over 1,000,000 Iraqi men women and children.

It is OK to torture and hold people without trial in Guantanamo because it is not within the shores of the U.S.A.

I wrote a piece last year on the danger of half truths. I think what they profess is seeded with half truths.
Dude…does anyone even read the Constitution or Bill of Rights anymore? Is it any wonder? Do you listen to the news? Ohio proudly states it is an open carry state until someone they want to protect shows up and then there is a two square mile 2nd Amendment Suspension Zone. The person living in the house in Kansas City (home of the supposed shooter in Baton Rouge is forcibly pulled from his house. I said supposed because he never got a trial…) is drug out of his home.

There is so much hate on Social Media. TV Campaign speeches drip with Presidential Hate Speech on both sides. Look behind most memes on Social Media and you will find the vilest of hate. Even today at the Republican Convention, one of the leader said that this was not a GOP Convention, it was Brown Shirts.

It is no shock that we have devolved socially into a cauldron of fear and hate.

It hit our Sit-Coms in the 70’s. I was an asshole at home with my children and did not let them watch TV that I felt had negative social and family values. But the show screamed to the # 1 spot. I eventually lost, but they learned how to read. I think it was worth how angry they were at me.

Blood in movies splashed on us in buckets. Video games gave us a screaming cornucopia of weaponry used  and splattered every iteration of alien, made up monster, enemy and even just plain Human.
We all learned “If it bleeds, it leads…” News channels carried scores of scenes of people at war. Bombs exploding, people running for safety. Dirty faced children crying out over the bodies of lifeless parents.  We watched it all every night.

Everywhere hate escalated. Our elected officials vowed revenge for the deaths of out 3000 on 9/11, with a Wild West “You’re either wid us or you’re agin us!” and then proceeded to exact the murder of over 1,000,000 Iraqi men, women and children.

And not one blinked an eye.

And our thirst for blood grew. And our hate grew. Social Media flourished; you would have thought Social Media would have provided another unmonitored channel of expression. You would have thought Social Media might encourage dialogue, discussion with voices around the world. But we degenerated into hate and we called for more blood.

Our politicians saw an opportunity to grab all the gold they could stuff in their pockets. They blocked any forward progress of our Government. There was a painful stalemate and fingers pointed back and forth across the aisle. We had fought for our right to vote for representation and we got anger and lies and curses and obstinacy. We got bupkis. We spent trillions and we got nothing but accusations. And the heads filled our airwaves with angry words and commercials for Dating Services, new Drugs and Insurance.
And some people, cheered on by hate, fueled by fear and drowning in a sea of discontent found a voice: a deranged voice, a narcissistic voice, a voice that saw a need and how to separate the weak minded from their money. A Marketer came to the scene, saw the turmoil, felt the hate and saw a great untapped opportunity to make the ultimate barrel of bucks!
And he mocked the System, he disrespected our Presidents, he called his opponents by school yard names and voice after voice, disgusted dropped out.
And the people, who filled the 21st Century Coliseum, jeered and cheered the beating of protestors, they ripped signs down, they built their foundation of the quicksand of hate and screamed at the rambling words of a false god they raised on the floors of the hallowed halls of our Government. Marble buildings that had been built for almost 300 years with the blood of the soldier fighting men, woman and even children that died that had given their lives to build America.

There is no foundation for the hate. I have said that even though I do not support the G.O.P. I do not support many of its positions but I recognize the G.O.P. was responsible for the building of our Country. They provided a dialogue. They provided a counter-balance to the opposition.

They are being destroyed.

A part of our Country is being dismantled, first by disrespect of the voters that put them in office, by wallowing in the lucre poured on them by the lobbyists representing so many Corporations that care more about shareholders profits than Democracy and finally by a candidate that tells more lies than the fact checkers can even keep up with, that speak of hateful fantasies of Presidents being borne in Kenya, and masquerade as a publicist to promote his own lifestyle and on and on and on.

The lies and fantasy facts blur and the people cheer and we know they have an Emperor candidate.

And we wonder why the hate grows, we wonder why the bullets kill the innocent, we wonder why hate against our Nation builds off our shores.

Until we purge the hate, we will drown in the blood.

Being called names on Social Media, but a few does not even come close to a bad day. Maybe it means I am striking a nerve and maybe that is good. If no one screamed at me, it would mean I had posted too many pictures of kittens and babies!

Part 2 follows tomorrow…

A White Guy tries explaining Black Lives Matter

 

A White Guy tries explaining Black Lives Matter

 

So many are screaming on the news ALL LIVES MATTER!
And there have been some cutish comebacks on Social Media like:

blacklives

As usual, the Media is stirring it up. They seem to be good at that.

Well orchestrated stirring it up.

Some talking old white head disputes “Black Lives Matter and a liberal apologist sheepishly explains that they are not saying “Only” Black Lives Matter.

Switch to the next segment and a toothy Rudy grins and sprays out a

“It’s inherently racist because, number one, it divides us. …

All lives matter: White lives, black lives, all lives,”

This is followed up by the Baton Rouge shooting or the Minneapolis shooting or any one of the hundred from the last few weeks.

Surgical, the Media weaves in a Black Lives matter spokesman, the Dallas Police massacre and fill it the last few seconds until it is time to get to the advertisement for the latest drug most of us can’t afford or vacations to places we will never go, by patching in Rush calling everyone a Terrorist group bent on destroying White America, slip in the word ISIS and finish with more details when we return from a word from our sponsors…

Well this White guy hears the Black Lives Matter plea just a little different

I believe these people in that group are saying that, without fail, you silent majority have stood by stone-faced while 2…3…4 times a week, you have collectively allowed some Police, SOME POLICE to openly murder Black Men. To openly murder Black Children. To openly murder.
The problem is not in Dallas or New Orleans or Miami.

It is a disease that permeates our entire country. I could rattle on about the fact we have too many guns in our society. I could rattle on that maybe we could solve problems without bullets. I could rattle on that maybe Police Training could focus more on dissipating, diffuse or just getting combative people to chill.

I could say that the Police involved in breaking the law, videotaped Police, Police surrounded by witnesses must not be allowed to hide behind their shield, their Blue Line or the judicial system.
When most of us fail at doing our job, people rarely end up being killed.

Again, let me restate: The number of Police that break our laws, that fail to provide service to the community, Black, White or otherwise is small. But in a nationwide force numbering in the 10’s of thousands even .01% is hundreds of Police who need to have the gun removed from their hands and found some other less deadly form of employment.
One death at the hands of a rogue cop is one too many and since the time we stopped Lynching Days and started shooting Blacks, we have stop back and just watched. We just stood around, dropped our heads and said little. From a time when we worshipped the Mayor and the Doctor, the Teacher and the Priest, we held the Police in equal respect. Our Courts supported their actions, Our Judges didn’t prosecute. Our Newspapers wrote about the biggest pumpkin and latest wedding.

We felt safe. All was apple pie and good in our world.

But the number of funerals in Black Communities grew in number. Mother wailed, children looked for their fathers; black families glanced over at empty spaces at the holiday tables. And for decades, we never heard the cries. It was on our TV every night, but then so was the ball scores and tomorrows weather.

And we never heard about another Black Man shot in the street, but we remembered our umbrella. Videos, painful videos played and looped and replayed on every channel for days until they were replace by another. Another Black, another body and silence.

Finally one dead Black body too many. Too much silence, too many community leaders linking hands with too many elected white officials. Too much singing of Kumbaya, and someone screams

God Damn it!! Black Lives Matter!

The Black Lives Matters Protestors are begging us to stand alongside them and declare “Hey Police, you can’t do that! We have laws in this country AND Black Lives Matter!”
The first option to diffuse a situation of a black man selling CD’s or Cigarettes or a black child in a snowy park or a man running in fear for his life and getting shot multiple times in the back is not to pull out a police weapon.

Black lives matter.
Funny a white kid can go into a Southern Church, kill several and get captured alive. And a crazy white man shoots a crowd of people in Arizona including an elected Official and is captured alive.
The Protestors scream BLACK LIVES MATTER!

Call and Response. (Updated)

Call and Response.

(Updated with new spilled Blood…)

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I found it necessary to update Call and Response. More Blood has spilled on asphalt and dusty parking lots. More Hate rampages down big hi-rise canyons and echoes in forests from North to South. And for some reason we must keep sharing and talking and making an attempt  to keep it real and loud and never cower back into the shadows in fear.

What is Call and Response?

It is ancient to all of us. We don’t see it or taste it and even recognize it but it is there. Call and response is in our genes

Call and Response is musical. It is verbal AND non-verbal communication between a speaker and a listener. The Speaker can be an individual, a thought, a group, and emotion. A Listener can be one or it can be many. It could be the Earth. It could be the Dark and the Light responding.

In ancient cultures, in African cultures long after the Earth cooled and we roamed the forest looking for survival, it was a distinct pattern of democratic participation in public. It was a shared experience. Call and Response is a foundation for our religion. It is inherent in every aspect of our lives.

We have all taken part in the ritual. The Teacher calls, we respond. The child cries, we react. The Media fills us with images…enzymes flow.

Can I get an Amen?

Raise your hands and give Him praise!

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Social Media is a dynamic world. Like Einstein’s blackboard, waits in silence for a spirit to be stirred.

Here is an example:

Call:

Marquita Nicole (OP)

On Race Relations

Calling out police brutality and racially motivated killings is a bandwagon that most jumped on when Trayvon Martin, a boy, someone’s son, our son, was killed. When we heard a grown man say to another to leave the boy be only for the listener to disregard and discharge his weapon. A bandwagon. Because it has not stopped since Europeans first encountered Africans, or Arabs, or Indigenous Americans or…I digress.

What I mean to say is this: I read someone’s statement that Obama (thanks Obama) took race relations back 50 years. I implore them, and any others who hold this as a truth, to know that people have been killing minorities with impunity for centuries. There was no glory period. What happened was social media and a bandwagon. It became cool (be honest, you know it’s true) to call out police brutality and racist killings, and social media made it possible for everyone to have a voice. So even though it is a bandwagon, the hashtag was one of the best things to happen to whatever this movement will be called in the future. It brought people together… Whites and Blacks march when we lose someone so unfairly, and Latinos and Native Americans and Asians… We march together because most of us “have nots” have not had a chance to be so expressive, to be so connected.

So…no… I don’t believe race relations have ever been better. No more lies, and no more self-hate (hopefully and thanks to artists who are making a stand) no more omitted history where it can be helped, no more one sided tales. and that is what seems to be people’s problems… They want everyone back to a time where we were sheep, where we didn’t call out sexism or racism or classism because we didn’t feel connected. It’s the connectedness that’s making folks scared…

And you gotta ask yourself why.

Response:

M, this challenge, this problem is so deep in our souls. It is in our blood, it is present like a virus in nearly everything we touch, in our schools, in our speech and in our politics.

Racism, Classism, hate, sexism, fear and hopelessness permeates our existence on the Planet.

(Stick with me.)

We just found 3 kittens. Cat Mom came from one house up the street. Cat Dad came from a house behind us.
They used our bushes in our front for a sexual encounter. She left. In a few days we saw kittens popping their heads out of the bushes.
Our desert was hot, very hot.
Bunny caught them one at a time and the kittens took over one of our bathrooms. They act like kittens. They play with string, each other and they bat and chase the balls we have left for them.
I tore up paper towels and Bunny put it in a container. I will be damned but they hop in, do their business and hop out.

We eventually purchased cat litter and they use it faithfully.

Why? How do they know?
They are frightened of coyotes but hop up to us.
Why?
I think (and I have been told) it is because that is how Cat Mom and Cat Dad and previous cat ancestors lived. It is deep in their kitten psyche. It is deep in their genes. It is something kittens just know.

I wonder about our fears of those different than us. I live in a Mexican/White neighborhood but I know that enzymes are triggered when I see a black person on my streets. I was not raised in hate or bigotry, but I would be the first to admit, our problem goes much, much deeper than a check mark on a form. African American, Latino, Asian, American Indian, White. We have 10,000 years of fear, supremacy’s, and something almost genetic to overcome. Fear then Hate is almost in our genes.

Almost.

I am lost. People old enough to read this are lost. We can change the Call, we can direct the Reponse until we manage to get back on the path.
The Change must start in the preschools and carry through to University. We must experience the world and reject those that would divide us. Responsibilities run deep, changes take generations.

I don’t want to project political outcomes of Presidential election…but suppose a candidate does not win. One candidate or maybe two candidates lose a chance to lead our Country. They are one person, maybe two.
But what we are left with is millions of fervent believers in the losing candidates. We are left with millions of people who are angry at the status-quo, who fear the new leader, who hate the new direction.

We (our Country) are left with an Army of the Disappointed and Angry. We are left with a Revolution. We might be left with a million Brown Shirt Reactionaries and an equal number of left wing Revolutionaries or both.

We are left with a conflict and two different Calls and two very different Responses.

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It is almost, ALMOST overwhelming.

I don’t believe in bringing together Community Leaders.

I don’t believe in bringing together religious leaders.

I don’t believe in locking arms and singing Kumbaya.

It has passed that point.

Acceptance of empty words delays the reality until the near time, the next the disease rears its head.

Maybe burning it down to the ground and each group heading to their burnt corners is the only answer. I told a group the other day to be careful if they wished for Revolution, because the opposition they despise may come out on top.

And then what?

Maybe the Elder Orange haired Business man’s Revolution, if carried out, is the answer. Face our fears, manifest our hate with action, build our walls, bring our Country back and acknowledge the future with our collective teeth clenched in both defense and offense. Win at all costs.

Maybe the old Elder White Haired Statesman’s Revolution, if carried out, is the answer?Loosening the deathgrip of the 1%, the Wealthy Class, the Corporations on our underclass necks and returning the power to the people is the answer? At least we might get a chance and if we could survive the opposition and the threats and fear and the constant harping of the media, we might move the dial and head in the right direction.

Or maybe we start with the children.

We educate them, we teach them critical thinking, civics, love, how to solve problems without hate and guns and knives and bombs, how to hug those around them. We teach them patience and eventually if we keep a firm grasp on love and tolerance and selflessness, we might be able to last, to survive until the last of the hate smolders in the ground, that the fortresses of separation and segregation crumble to dust and the evil fades into the bad memories of human history on this planet.

But this takes time. It won’t happen overnight. You and I may never see it. But we can continue to push, to light a path, string together words in prose and poetry and speak of the dream of a better place.

We must face that this is a big problem and bigger than we can even imagine. We can not expect change by standing around the Fallen locking arms and singing Kumbaya.

As long as there is money and power in our separation, there will be separation.

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A friend tells me that he recognizes there is a force, an ancient force that uses their powers of hate to induce fear, that uses their sword to divide the races, the sexes, the wealthy and poor. They control us through division. They fill our minds with screams and drown out the voice of love and togetherness and equality. We don’t even know why we hate them. They shoot us…we bleed. We shoot them…they bleed. The Blood is the same. We are the same and we learn too late.

This force might be the Media, the Political World, those that control from behind the curtain. The Force may be the People who have always run the world in their vision and stand behind those we think are in charge.

The Force in whatever shape it takes, issues a powerful Call. We Respond.

My friend calls the force of division Satan or the Devil or Evil that is diametrically opposed to the Good, to God, to what should be. We start on a path, the path divides and we must make a choice. Some go left. Some go right. Some sit at the crossroads. Maybe that is me. I am an Atheist. I am not sure that right is good for me, nor left. I believe through our Social Evolution, we have reached a point where we may no longer answer the questions we ask.
I question right. I question wrong.

I sit at the crossroads unable to choose a direction. The division of the path is the call. My response is uncertainty.

All I am sure of is that we must change the Call to the children and let them respond in their innocence, devoid of the staining we mar on their spirits. They are the future. They are the Hope.

They are our Tabula Rasa.

“Turn out the Light

(We have no fear)

Turn out the Light

(We see angels and fairies in the dark)

Stuart Welch