After having written this…I have to caution the reader. You could skip the whole thing, and be not one whit worse off. It does tend to wander. But hey. Times are tough. 2012 is the end anyway.
I always got picked for the wrong team in school. I will invariably choose the wrong line in stores. I always wind up behind that 106-year-old woman that can barely see over the steering wheel and is doing 20 in a 55. These are the minor annoyances in life…quick choices that make your day longer and more frustrating than it should be.
I can live with these.
I cannot live with conscious choices about which I have time to ruminate…and make the wrong ones. Life choices. My mother habitually cautioned her children that “we weren’t born into this life to pick and choose”.
I always disagreed with that. If anything, as I see it…that is the ONLY reason we are here. To make choices.
I started doing this at an early age. Weighing benefits and harm, using as much as I knew of logic at the time…and by using a behavioral, workable set of ethics. Like trying on a new hat and walking around the store, glancing at reflections trying to see if it is “you”. These guidelines led me to make quite a few abnormal conclusions about the way I wanted to live my life. Fuck em if they can’t take a joke, I always said. I could and was always ready to defend my selections…because, when time allowed, and sometimes even when it didn’t…I took the time to follow a train of thought to its conclusion…when few others around me did.
I am not singing my own praises…I just think this is what we are here to do. I am sure everyone does it to a certain degree. I think the trick is, to make these choices about the important things in life. Not which flavour of ice-cream you want. To decide what matters to you and will remain so for as long as you can foresee.
Having so decided about these, to me, important issues, the ensuing frustration with others that have allowed these decisions to be made for them, has been my cross over the years. It is important for me to rest assured that I am on the right side of issues that effect me personally…and many that do not. Whether or not Palestinian children are imprisoned in a far off land, shouldn’t matter to me in the least. But it does. If you choose to spend a large portion of your one-and-only life watching talmud-vision, it couldn’t possibly have any direct bearing on my life. But it does. If the general populace of this planet do not understand or care that their precious lives are being manipulated in accordance with ancient bronze-age books…what the hell do I care? I do. Perhaps I shouldn’t….but there you are.
How I live my life…day-to-day…is a simple matter to me. It is set in stone and will be engraved in said stone soon enough. It is not important to anyone but me. But how others choose to live theirs…concerns me. It concerns me when some groups prohibit others(and attempt to so prohibit me) from making the choices that I have fought to attain in my own existence.
For all other than themselves…those of the jewish cult(for they are the ones in power right now)…foist these prohibitions on an unsuspecting world where ever they can. That rankles me. Everyone should be able to choose what is best for them, and have the latitude to defend such choices. They don’t. From a Palestinian child to a foreclosed homeowner…there are forces in place to see that there IS no choice in some pretty important matters. This is why I write. This is why I rant.
I felt as a young man that war is a very dangerous and destructive scam. I have found over the years that I made the correct decision about that one. I was and will remain on the right side of that issue. There are no good wars. All wars are for profit of a few…and the loss of many. Period. It is a fact. This to me ranks with some of my simpler decisions. There is no arguable position to the contrary. The facts about war’s history are there for everyone to see. The reasons for any coming wars are as thinly veiled as Sally Rand. Why more cannot make this simple conclusion is beyond me. But hey, people are people. If they were all like me…it could get pretty boring. I just wish we could get major issues like this out of the realm of choice. I long for a time in which debate is not appropriate in dealing with all such important subjects…where facts speak for themselves. Where facts morph into “truths”, and they are filed away with such things as child-molestation, incest, cannibalism and other taboos. You know…the truths that are being challenged now by the force of the above-mentioned group that hold the reigns of power at this moment in history.
We are now being told in this age, that nothing is sacred and nothing is taboo. Especially those subjects about which we as a civilization have already made our logical decision. Adults shouldn’t interfere with a child’s sexuality because it will mess with their values and emotions and will scar them for the rest of their lives. You don’t have sex with your close relatives because it can and does produce serious birth defects. You don’t eat human flesh because you are destroying your own species…and on and on. At some point these truths were designated as such, because we as a collective, have followed these thoughts to their logical conclusion. But some would have it another way. Some that wish to challenge factual information that has led to “truth”. Some of these facts…if you possess the power that this particular group has via a world-wide media…can and have been challenged. The reasons behind Nazi Germany comes to mind. The justification for concentrating jews in labour camps to rid German society of a destructive force.
There are a lot of things I don’t get. I don’t get Ron Paul. I don’t get war. I don’t get TV. I don’t get NASCAR or football…the list goes on and on. But being on the right or wrong side of these things is important to me. I think it should be as important to you. Which side you are on. And as much as I don’t want to come off as a moralist here…I think a lot of these things should be investigated as much as possible before we go throwing our support behind them;or against them. Or fence sitting. I say, think it through…make a decision…stick to it. As much as we want to dock in any port during this storm…well…I think you know where I am going here.
There are a lot of bad things out here. Some things that don’t require re-examination. War, filth, murder. These things are kinda basic. To our survival…to our collective sanity. I don’t know if any of this is making sense to you. It does to me. I see a lot of things going on that need to be settled one way or another before we continue with what we were doing…or we won’t be doing anything for very much longer.
Getting on the right side of history in these matters is paramount.