Baffled

I’m baffled by the political reporting in the country.  The politicians seem to be baffled by it.  There seems to be no attention to the politics in the frenzy to win the editor’s approval to post a story and get paid.  There seems to be no concentration on the news of the nation in the frenzy of the news media for the advertiser dollar.  The media has so much sold out that there is no longer any freedom of the press.

We are in a Constitutional crisis.  There is no freedom of the press.  We have taken our press and held its ear up to the door post.  We have thrust an awl through that ear and made our press a slave to jackanapes.  There is no free press.  There is no paid press.  There is just media with advertising wrapped around it.

We are in an information crisis.  Nothing informs us.  We are informed by nothing.  A loud mouth walks into the job or into church or into the club or the bar and shouts stupidity and there is no rebuttal.  It is bad to rebut.  It is bad to inform.  It is bad to opine.  You have no idea.  I have no idea.

We are in a military crisis.  With no civilian leadership, the military has no leadership.  We are a nation in which the civilian leadership commands the military and there is no civilian leadership.  An organization without a head.  One General said, I am in a theater of war and the President has not given me a mission.  Therefore my only interest is to not get anybody hurt.

We are in an economic crisis.  In an economic structure built on the backbone of predictable inflation we have no inflation.  Therefore we have no economic structure.

Baffling.  Like the baffled mind of an alcoholic or a junkie.  Zoners.

Deconstruction

Reconstruction cannot begin until one is deconstructed.  Begin deconstructing and everything falls away.  Nothing is left.  One is born again in a motel room or an apartment or a hospital or under a tree.  Hard to control.  Unpleasant.  It is like an escape from Egypt.  The old passes.  Something completely new arrives.

John cannot resign and cause a reconstruction.  It goes deeper than that.  Congress will remain the same.  The alternative is anarchy and the end to America.  We can get smarter.  We can deconstruct some political parties.  John is leaving the action.  He won’t like what happens.  We never do.

The state of things is disaster.  Unless a wise man comes.  But people do not like the wise.  People will not embrace the higher understanding.  We are left with Trump.  Or the other Trumps.  Bush might be able to muddle along.  Sooner or later there will be a deconstruction.

Capitalism has become socialism and socialism capitalism.  Government is business and business is government.

A soldier pledges to defend the Constitution against enemies, foreign and domestic.  Who can defend it from the whole people?  Such a deconstruction cannot be countenanced.

Perot had an alternative.  Folks saw him as a spoiler.  This election will see a spoiler of a new order.  Unless we muddle along.

And so we must.

A Friend in Need

I really like people.  I want everyone to know that.  I like people in case that keeps people from mugging me.  If I disliked people I would have a greater chance of getting mugged.  But I genuinely like people.

There are a lot of people that I like because they are in a great deal of pain.  Their pain makes me uncomfortable because I don’t know how to deal with people in pain so I like them.  Maybe, if I like them, they won’t hurt so bad.  If they don’t hurt so bad maybe I’ll feel better.  It is a form of unintentional emotional mugging.  They feel bad and their feeling bad mugs me.

This is an absurd form of co-dependency.  I am dependent on their release from pain for my ease of living.  Indeed, I am dependent on their release from pain for my purpose in life.  Since I decided on this purpose years ago, it is a voluntary dependency.  i decided I would be of worth if I contributed to human happiness.

God may have observed that decision with approval, I don’t know, but I have discovered that my purpose is merely to glorify God and the relationship between that and helping people is only transient.

So, I feel drawn to somebody.  I want to be their friend.  I want to have them as my friend.  It only works out when easing pain is not involved.

Only then will I be their friend and they be my friend.

The foundation of the welfare state is not the milk of human kindness.  It is a matter of short term goals and a lower understanding.  Help comes because we want our pain to go away.  Providing services through the state there comes no need to look upon the object of our affliction.  Providing services through the not-for-profit sector merely camouflages the issue.  We like poor folks so they will like us.  We like not-our-people so they will like us.  We also like these folks so the media will like us.  We do stuff for needy people so that they will be quiet and so that the media will be quiet.

Enlightened lower understanding will tell us we must provide social welfare so that the crowds will not get out of order.  The last honest social welfare people were the Romans who provided bread and circuses so that people would be manageable.

Military pensions are provided so that the retirees will not continue their careers in the private sector.  Veterans benefits are provided so that veterans will not become involved in government policy.  The better we can mask our motives the better this process works.

So I tell myself that I like somebody, when they repel me.  I tell them that I love them when I love me.  I tell myself that I am good, when I am merely anxious, devious and isolationist.

It is possible to actually love someone.  First you have to be honest about all the folks you say you love, but don’t.

The New Congress

We’ll see if there is any change.  America is acting as if there will be no change.  The world outside is acting as if there will be no change.  The market plunged.  The temperature plunged.  Otherwise, 6 January is no different.

Gas is cheaper but, have you noticed?  We all are obsessing over this small matter of fuel costs while every other cost continues to climb, with no rationale beyond the fiscal planners advice to encourage healthy inflation.

Inflation is healthy, if your boss inflates your salary adequately.  It is healthy, if cost of living increases keep pace.

But they don’t.  So, the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.  And the rich and the poor preach capitalism and socialism

to no effect.

Stored people

The big storage points are Philly, Chicago and its burbs, the old burbs and towns like flint where people are stored, minimally maintained and left to die.

Abundant life is held off by their priest until a pie in the sky bye and bye day.

People even store themselves in small towns, running the matrix of video games, cable tv and long chain hydrocarbons.

Living abundantly in their midst one becomes stored by association.

The Duchess and hunting

Do you hunt? The Duchess asked? I am at a loss. I have hunted for small and tender things.  I have hunted for birds, and fishes, and easter eggs, and my wallet.  Henry says, He doesn’t hunt anymore – it’s boring after hunting people.  I smile, not saying, I hunt people, I fish people.  I am bait and net.  I am sharp pointed thing and blunt object.  I hunt and I love my hunt.  I hunt people and I catch them.  I don’t keep the trophies and I don’t do catch and release.  I am a beagle and I am a raptor.  I hunt.  I am not the Hunter.  I don’t say, but I hunted an elephant one day and felt his shit and smelt his rubbings on the tree, fear filled with the idea of what ho? When I find him, what ho? I hunted people.  When I found them I shot them and I ruined the meat of them in the shooting.  I went through their pockets and learned of their families and of their girl, dark eyed, black of hair… And they hunted me and shot my friends and my children.  I don’t say that.  They hunted me in Sydney, too, with a pack of cards, and a pea and three cups. They hunted me in the Sukh with silver plated copper.  That is why I hunt them.  Because they hunt me and my friends and my children.  I don’t say, The hare doesn’t hunt back.  The deer doesn’t hunt back and we kill so many of them we can’t eat them all and they rot.  So I don’t kill another. I hunt people and when the Hunter takes them, they don’t hunt me anymore, they don’t hunt my children.

I want to stretch my spirit and make it young and strong and bleach the liver spots off of it.  I want to trot it out without a limp.  I want to bind up the ends of my spirit and make it young and vital. I desire to bind up the mitochondria of my meat.  You won’t do it.  You are going to let the meat fall apart with me in it.  You say, less the corn die… God! Dammit!!! I am this meat!!!! You say Man doesn’t live by meat alone but by Word.  My spirit is wanting to be stretched, trimmed, softened, oiled, smoothed, blood filled, warmed, tucked, and all bound up on the ends.  I desire something else.  I want You and I desire other things.  I understand her so well, with her hidden wrinkles and not so hidden skin. So hard to hide the hands.  I understand her so well and I recoil at me and my cottage cheese. I am fearfully and wonderfully made.  What is man that you should youthanize his spirit, rkh hqdsh?

Dramatic changes in quality of life are imminent.

From what I see in England the current condition is unsustainable.  The same is true in the United States.  I doubt that either country will change intentionally and constructively.  Distribution of labor, distribution of wealth, distribution of education, distribution of housing, all these are way out of balance.

Labor in England and the U.S. can be described in terms of the depth of the brown of people’s skin, but the influx of East Europeans in the UK does add a new dimension.  Whereas in the US immigrant nations are more deeply brown and labor is divided in that way, in the UK there is some muddling of the picture.  In all there is a division between service industry labor and the labor of business and manufacturing.  The worth of an hour varies uncomfortably between the two.  Perceived opportunity varies widely.  Two things are happening.  The one group is increasing and encroaching in the territory of the other group.  One is curios as to why there is not a violent reaction.  That reaction will come.  Groups who feel oppressed will eventually act out, since they don’t have access to other means of attaining what they can see easily in the lives of the privileged.  The result of that action can go on several ways.

History says the haves will be overthrown and the have nots will rule.  Perhaps this will be, or there will be a new thing which will appear on the earth.  History also reveals that.  The new things have rarely been an improvement.

What to do?  For those who can think, there will always be a way to flourish and for those who prefer no to, there will always be an underclass to join.  If anyone thinks they have achieved a position unassailable, difficult times are right around the corner.  For those that want a free ride, there is always a free ride at the bottom of the heap.

Lessons from England

1. Dramatic changes in quality of life are imminent.

2. Dramatic changes in personal relationships are imminent.

3. Prices and costs are artificial

4. Socialism is not a solution, nor is it a natural practice.  Capitalism has lost its meaning as a descriptor.

5. Chemicals are a terrible choice.

6.  Inauthenticity is a terrible condition.

College Grad

You graduate from college.  Your insurance is cancelled.  you are no longer on your parents insurance.  You need a job.  You don’t have a job.  You are in trouble.  Your school loans are due.  Socialism doesn’t work for you because you are not on welfare.  You are not on unemployment.  You are not disabled.  Like Buddhism, socialism only works if you are in the sweet spot.  So, who gets the stuff?  The hardcore folks who will never get ahead, never work, never do anything.  They are not there except as a drain on the system.

Talk

Anthony found a book in a pile left behind in the garage by a buddy.  It was between Marshall and Eisenhower.  Marshall’s book given to Eisenhower with a personal note on the fly.  It started a conversation on who the first five star was.  Happened to be an Admiral.  The conversation involved the five of us in the family.  I paused to wonder, who has conversations?  How many in a city talk about real topics.  When was the last time you talked about something? Not somebody, not media, not house chat.  When was the last time you talked about something?