the dark Heartlessness,
the horror, the horror
in two parts
It is with woe that I confess to you that I had a hidden prejudice that I harbored all my life that came with karmic stealth back to bite me in my achilles heel a few years ago.
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I grew up in the American South when there were still water fountains that said ‘Colored’ and ‘White.’ I was luckily born knowing that that was balderdash. I didn’t have any of the reigning festering hates of my time. But there was one determined secret grudge I held: I could not forgive ‘the good Germans’ for not standing up and speaking out against the rising murderous fascist tide, especially before the tide of blood got too deep for many to withstand. Why, I would inquire of myself in anguished inner inquiry, Why did they not stand up, not speak out?
A few years ago, my breath was sucked out of my lungs in a karmic coincidence, my poor head caught between two giant invisible cymbals — lo, symbols – a silent percussive concussion, one cymbal from my uncompassionate past judgment and the other my own very self standing there on the street in GeorgeKarlCondiRumsDickica, a ‘good American.’ Now I knew how it happened to the ‘good Germans.’
What are we ‘good Americans’ doing? $14000 a minute is being spent on the fantasy Missile Crackpot Scheme aka Star Wars. $200,000 a minute is being spent on the Iraqiazation Miazma. Dwight Eisenhower warned about the Father of this TheoMonoMonstroColossus. He spoke of the Military Industrial Complex and that has gigantized into a Theofascist Corporate Complex, a goliath against which we must david.
So I was chastened enough and on 10.09.02, 1031 days ago, I started walking out a little every damn day with my 16”x18” teach peace sign on a 4' 7″ stick. Yes, of course I felt like a bloody idiot when I began, but now I feel dumber when I don’t carry it.
Good Germans stood by. Good Muslims are standing by. Good Americans are standing by. Good Christians are standing by. It aztek-rips my living heart from my chest that we decent enough ordinary folk are not standing up for simple and shared Pursuit of Happiness with a living wage and universal healthcare and spectacular free education for every child.
Write a one-paragraph Letter to the Editor of your most local pennysaver paper — dying for opinions to print. Short is the key.
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When I read a gruesome quote from our Lizard Leader, “See, in my line of work you got to keep repeating things over and over and over again for the truth to sink in, to kind of catapult the propaganda,” my blood coagulates. 'Catapult the propaganda'! Or “You work three jobs? … Uniquely American, isn't it? I mean, that is fantastic that you're doing that.” —George W. Bush, to a divorced mother of three, <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Omaha, Nebraska, Feb. 4, 2005. Then I feel like my head is in some boschian horizontal pinwheelily spinning like I think may have happened in some Horror Movie I missed.
Hey, it's not like I'm some stinking amateur in political Horror. JFK murdered on my birthday and the whole ensuing list of death and outrages stealing from a shared Pursuit of Happiness we might have embarked on had Kennedys (J & B) lived; Martin lived; Jimmy, Walter, Michael — all smart & decent & not GigaGreedy. Dear Bill & Hillary, I am a devotee. And Al an environmentalist who Yes, GOT the internet (We'd clearly have universal healthcare and universal wifi by now.)
Instead, horrible ole Tricky (& Henry the K, a minion-creep); Ronald who made the first big fateful TheoFascist Bargains; Dad George had horrible slithery underlings (Dick & slithery ilk), and as Ann the Divine said, “George was born on third base and thought he hit a triple.”
It was bad enough I thought — the horror, the horror outside a book — but little did I know the Dark Heartlessness to come.
I'm a tough old buzzard, but these Present Menaces have got me spooked.
Not that I don't get up every day and fight the 12ftTall Lîzards Disguised as Human Beings Who Purport to Lead Us.
with all the unquenchable spunk I can muster,
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The Dark Heartlessness. Oh my. My throat caught when I read that.
I've seen some of your stuff about the Shadow. Grotesque to imagine that we harbor these sludges, these venomous grudges. Talk about projection some time. I do think they are more expert at apparently acceptable to many and even applauded by many evil than we manage to be.
And I know that us&them is the great and most putrid drug of all. But there may be a species-divide here — like between willing to collateralize and not.
Mr. Pogblog,
You fight the 12 foot lizards with a sign that says “Teach Peace”?
I'm thinking St. George using the cross to fight the dragon, though obviously the wrong symbolism for you. My only worry is will it work if the Lizards happen to be illiterate, by some happenstance of their anit-intelligent design.
“Standing by” is another term for “damn complacency”. The soul-destroying “I am alright, Jack. Eff you!” The whimpering “I would, if I could, but…but..my job, my security, my family, my two cars…” Greed is infectious. Fear is infectious. Good people everywhere are being infected by plague-carrying rats. Their innate resistance to evil is weakened every day by the soporific soap operas of complacency. Their inner lights are dimmed by the black cloud of despair. They are paralysed by their own nightmare. I lived through the times when the monster of fascism was beginning to grow, feeding on fear. I can see similarities, repetitions, parallels to those dark days. Either we all wake up now or it is goodbye and back to the caves. It's our choice.
nicodemus