I have talked to zionists. Not many,but one thing appears to be consistent in their thinking when I bring up the terrorist state of israel. And that is that I am neither jewish or Palestinian, so it is none of my business. I object on a very fundamental level with that, and as they claim constantly…I am offended by that response. If something happens in Missoula, Montana or Abu Dhabi that is contrary to the humanity of its residents, it is my business. Any time people are being oppressed it is everyone’s business. Why is that such a difficult thing to understand? I don’t think it is. I think most of us understand this in our heart-of-hearts. That we are all connected. More people than you can imagine are listening to that heartbeat within themselves. They are listening to it and to others who have to be the assholes that bring these issues to normal conversations. Be an ass. Be the one that speaks these words that most dare not. Inform. They will listen. Stay in harm’s way so that your children will not have to. This to me is simple.
This is another in a series of ramblers. No, not the car…and not a one story house. I’m jet-lagged and more pissed off than usual.
So, I’m in an airport, just having undergone a pat-down because…hell, I dunno…and I hear that a slew of people are dead and injured in an airport blast in Moscow…and I’m thinkin.
I hear that the israeli-based airport security was on the job just before a shitload of these passengers lost their lives and limbs. I have just come from a mall where some israeli girl wants to sell me e-cigarettes from a kiosk and she is way too interested in how much I travel by air. And people ask me what I am on about here.
Some woman tells me that the Free Palestine movement is spreading lies and that they are undermining the efforts of hasbara, and I’m thinkin about lies.
Things are getting confusing. I’m thinkin that things didn’t used to come this fast and furious. They didn’t touch my life…or anybody’s life…that often. Not that openly. People walk by the kiosk, and people walk by the dead and wounded, and that woman keeps telling me that all the dead children that have no skin left on their bodies, are faked. They are not really there…nothing to see. Move along. And I think again. How can they walk by.
I was talking to a guy that told me that he was having a Slurpee outside a mall shop when he heard shots…then saw the screaming crowd escaping towards him. He ran along with them to get out of harm’s way. Or was that the direction of harm’s way. What have we allowed to happen? Why can we live like this now, when just a few generations ago, we couldn’t. What has changed? Where is out of harm’s way. Does it exist? Questions…questions. The devil cannot enter your domain until you invite him. Stay in the safe circle. Don’t answer the door for anyone but me. How will you know it’s me? Run when the crowd runs…put your hands in the air,but don’t drop your purchases. Sacred has changed.
I don’t know where this all is leading except to say that black isn’t black and white isn’t white anymore. Maybe that’s what they want. The mall shooters. The airport bombers. The kiosk operators. The cops. The facebook. Keep em in the flux. Keep em unbalanced…like a fighter.
Nothing makes sense anymore. It’s not supposed to. People don’t get that. Cops stop you to get your money. You rolled through a stop, harming no one….you pay…someone collects. Your pocket to theirs. I hope you have learned your lesson. Bring more money next time. The police stop and rob the rollers…and stay out of the malls…stay away from the kiosks…away from the bodies. It’s a sub-harmonic. Just enough of that almost-inaudible primal threatening growl to keep you on edge. They know where to direct it to make your skin crawl and look before you answer that door.
One can’t help but think the whole thing is planned. Planned like the haunted house. But they own that too now.