The hokey pokey finger pointers of the desolate West
The tsunamis of greater wars batter our shores. The sand is quick. We are drowning in the toxic slurry of forever wars.
As we go through life we can harvest so many good things, great experiences and satisfactions. We can only hope that our uppers out number our downers, that we don’t get run over by a street car, slip on a bar of soap in the shower or have the Grim Reaper making an unscheduled visit.
Portnoy had a whole novel full of complaints. As for me, I am going to let you off easy with a few well chosen words, a minimum of profanity and libel. It is easy to convince ourselves discretion is the better part of valor. But of course the lack of valor in these times is a whole other matter, where we have legions of zombies in grey flannels suits pimping for more and greater wars.
After all, life with all its trials are tribulations, are what test our mettle and help us become the lovable adorable characters we are. I have been accused of being a little over ripe, but I can live with that as fallibility takes over and as age takes its toll we are allowed to go out of bounds a little more frequently and vent our anger at the outrageous perfidity visited upon us by the troglodytes who rule us— or at least pretend to!
Excuse me, I do digress. My concern is many of our rights and freedoms are being shut down and legislated out of existence. As these rapidly diminish so goes our pride of place and being. “Pride of place” is the right and obligation that we can feel good about our societies and where we come from. “Pride of being” is the values and beliefs we stand for, and do they merge with our societies? As our societies become self-demoting so can we as individuals. How do we reconcile this when there is a growing disparity between who we claim to be and what our societies stand for?
What is bred in the bone too easily become bones of contention in these times as whole societies walk away from norms and values long held sacred and foundational all for the sake of covering bloody tracks, chains of evidence etched in stone, and civility and sanity suffer such deathly pallors.
How is it all these decades later I feel I have returned to the surreal school yard where pubescent politicians, lie, cheat and steal and brag about it in the media. About former Secretaries of State dismissing the death of half a million children as the cost of doing business. How is it that a smirk on a president’s face(and quite a few others) tell us he is lying, and they are all lying, in a time when lying has become de rigueur and the lodestone of the “higher immorality”. How is it a genocidal criminal receives multiple standing ovations before a joint session of Congress?
There is a pandemic of the finger pointing hokey pokey useless idiots of the West. How are we to revere a president who slurs his words and can’t put a sentence together without a teleprompter and gloats about his criminality in public; where his loose lips sink whole empires drowning in their perfidious desperations. His successor, before even being inaugurated reveals himself as a bellicose, braggadocios, bullmoose, dropping road apples on the over grown bridle paths of political destitution.
Meanwhile that rotten Russian gives two hour press conferences, where he is an erudite historian discussing policy and geopolitics, who knows the West better than we know ourselves. He is supposed to be the new Hitler with all the pointy fingers directed at him.
All the while we learn from eminent historians the Holocaust was Hitler’s ultimate criminality but Churchill shares the blame for the greatest unnecessary war ever, now serialized, and compulsively episodic— recently I heard an historian claim, all things considered, it has all been one big war since 1914! The West has just been having one big family fight, known as serial atrocities for fun and profit. We are a very long way from being transcendent societies appearing hellbent on self-extinction.
The tsunamis of greater wars batter our shores. The sand is quick. We are drowning in the toxic slurry of forever wars.
In the hokey pokey West politicians love their scapegoats, and favorite whipping boys conveniently assuming the blame. The hokey pokey finger pointers of the desolate West are lying their asses off trying to bury the mess they have made. They refuse to undertake the urgent reforms required and pursue a return to political sanity and effective governance. The free ride is over and the lights are going out.
All those war mongers seem to overlook one 'minor' thing...they too will fall - sadly, not soon enough for the rest of us to attempt to survive.