IF YOU HAVE READ THE PREVIOUS POSTS, THEN...
As I am working on rebranding this blog and the other one that I haphazardly post to, I read the last post on this site. Isn't it something that nothing has changed for the better since I first wrote it. Except that after a tumultuous year (2017) both in my private life and the public place, I have somewhat reformed my FB habits. I am much more careful about the amount of snark that I reply to on other folks' political quips.
I have found that the application of law and order, right and wrong, morality/immorality is highly dependent on peoples political/religious affiliation, ethnic sensitivity, or xenophobic behavior. Simply said, if you are a white republican (democrats are guilty too) then you could shoot someone on the street (5th Ave [sic]) and still have their support. Another example is, if you stage an armed revolt over grazing rights, then you are a patriot freedom fighter, but if you march for equal protection under the law and call for #blacklivesmatter too, then you should be jailed or shot down (ala Ted Nugent). Nice huh? "What a fine mess we have here, Stan!" "Ooooh, Ollie..."
The ruling class, worldwide, has convinced us poor working stiffs that what is good for them is good for the world, no matter what it does to us or the poor. A recent meme that compared equality with slavery has finally cleared up the problem or the question for me. That is, what do words mean? Are they meaningless (having so many conflicting meanings as to render them only as page art) or do they really depict what the writer intended?
Is equality just a flowery calligraphy exhibit in our founding documents, our laws? Or is it a curse for us to only use for our own purposes, an ideal to never achieve in our wildest aspirations?
The love of money is the root of all evil. That evil drives us to achieve what we will never achieve. It is that love that the ruling class uses to enslave us at their wage labor by convincing us that inequality is not slavery, that we too can become like them if only we will keep our nose to their grindstone. I'm afraid my nose has been ground off. I will never be like them (Thank my Lord and Savior for that). I will shed real tears when I see my peers trying to run that race on a spinning wheel just like a hamster in a cage.
If you watch the hands and listen to the blather, instead of paying attention to the walnut shells, you'll never find the pea. And then the game is lost.
