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Language alert for those with sensitive ears and a caution that this essay could be dangerous to some people’s mental health and stability.
CATTLE RUSTLERS AND HORSE THIEVES WITH UNALIENABLE RIGHTS
These unalienable rights conferred by a creator - quite the phrase for us afflicted with White Rural Rage to contend with.
And so for this particular Sunday I go fully off road - and maybe off the rails entirely.
But it is simply that which seems required by these off the rails and well off road times.
I come from at least ten generations of both those fabled Europeans who arrived by boat - and also from a bunch of Native Americans who were already here.
I don’t talk about it much because we are all related to a bunch of folks we will never really know or imagine and who live in our imagination like so many ghosts in the machine.
In my own grandfather’s estimation - he who knew next to nothing about who his estimable ancestors were - and not time to care or the mindset to worry if he had - said this:
They were all “cattle rustlers and horse thieves” - he would say when we asked - and not - in any sense - inaccurately.
I was the first in my family to put together the family tree - due to some old digital files I managed to find and with the help of that useless technology we must suffer.
But what I learned from it is that history is both vitally urgently important - and that genetics is not the sole determiner of who we decide to be - and thank God for that.
But today as we stride ever more foolishly toward the final apocalypse my mindset is leading to some interesting places - even for me.
SITUATION CRITICAL
The situation is so crystal clear this morning I have to chuckle - even though it is not particularly amusing.
It is just so damn simple.
I tend to do over complicated far better than the down to earth bloody simple - and I see the same tendency in many.
We overcomplicate the world so desperately that we stop being able to see the old forest for the trees.
We are human beings on the earth and our big mostly useless brains see over complicated hogwash as being serious all too often - and frequently in doing so - support wrong thinking and wrong doing on epic scales.
This we have done and done in spades.
GEOPOLITICAL LA LA LAND
We are in a situation now geopolitically which is of a quality so out there in LA LA LAND - we must use tired old phrases like false flag to characterize it.
Of course it is a false flag - someone’s false flag - but that really doesn’t help us in the slightest.
False flags have been used to ignite the last several wars and for all we know every single one of them going back to the time the first ape threw the first bone at another.
It doesn’t take a geopolitical genius to see the situation.
Anyone who has faced the snake oil salesmen types who benefit from warfare and who live as parasites on us all - understands the game well enough.
We would be better off just calling a spade a spade - calling this what it is - a complete actual real geopolitical cluster fuck.
Anyone who steps back and regards our antics would think we have slowly but surely gone off the deep end bonkers - and prefer it this way.
We are in a real planet of the apes situation currently with a bunch of overblown experts trying - in oh so careful terms - to prove how pompously right they are and how stupid we all are.
THE MEXICAN STANDOFF GEOP0LITICAL CLUSTERFUCK
The Mexican stand off dramatizes this perfectly and is completely overlooked - as are the basic principles which govern human conflict and the oh so profitable parasites who benefit from it.
Well we should congratulate ourselves - as we are now in a Mexican standoff with those cretinous animals - those very expert parasites we ourselves put in power - as if these same cretinous parasites knew something we don’t.
They know nothing you and I don’t know except they have become expert in how to use you and me for their own gains.
THE SELF RIGHTEOUS TWO YEAR OLD & THE MEXICAN STANDOFF
This force has been at work since the first toddler had a tantrum to manipulate mommy and daddy to give him dessert before dinner - or to decide he can leave home at age two and run the world.
Now we have ourselves in a real pickle - we are in a Mexican stand off with the mental equivalent of two year olds - two year olds with nuclear weapons.
What do we do when we are faced with hostile, tantrum-waging two year olds?
Stay patient while they get tired of the tantrum and once again return to their naturally annoying - but sweet - selves.
We are careful not to reward the tantrum by giving in.
We remain loving and kind - but firm - knowing we are dealing with a two year old who cannot yet reason nor understand the flood of emotions which throws him into a tantrum.
We must stand our ground as two year olds may be immature but they are nevertheless still cagey and smart - they can and will outsmart us if we allow them to.
Have you ever tried to argue with an intelligent two year old?
They will use six ways from Sunday to outsmart you and will win - to their own detriment and yours - if allowed.
But a smart parent or caregiver engages and makes all the mental twists and turns of logic with the blooming mind of the two year old - keeping in mind this is three dimensional chess we play - and not checkers.
Understanding that every move with this two year old makes a difference - that what we do - or do not do - with this developing human will determine the course of a lifetime.
That in raising those future humans known as two year olds is the most important - not the least important - thing we will ever do.
But living in a culture where we have grown up two year olds throwing tantrums to control the world there is almost no real opportunity to raise a sane and mature adult from a two year old.
PLAIN VANILLA WISDOM FOR A MEXICAN STAND-OFF
There you have it folks - plain old American geopolitical wisdom and common sense - from someone who suffered way too many two year olds.
But two year olds who all grew up to be fantastic adults despite the proverbial odds.
Either we grow up and learn to take responsibility for who and what we are - to fire the asses of these geopolitical hacks - and to run this planet for our own damn benefit or it is - as they say over - and that is all she wrote.
We need to turn our attention to turning out the best damn adults possible from those annoying little dictators - the two year old.
Even a two year old may be capable of recognizing that.
GET IN TOUCH WITH Y’ALLS INNER TWO YEAR OLD
SAVE THE WORLD WITH COMMON SENSE AND SIMPLICITY
OTHERWISE IT IS MEXICAN STAND OFFS ALL THE WAY DOWN
All the same it requires nerves of steel, a steely eyed ability to appraise and a will of iron - while remaining firm but kind - relentless and forgiving - always trusting that it is that two year old that is what is important.
Because you cannot argue with a two year old - they are always right - and more stubborn than your average mule.
They must be right as they are coming to grips with their nascent consciousness and must learn to support what they think and feel.
This they are imperious but sweet little dictators who will give an adult the run around until the adult is reduced to a blob of protoplasm - weeping protoplasm - willing to do anything to stop the tantrum.
At that moment the two year old has triumphed - to the detriment of us all and to his or her own downfall.
You cannot win an argument with a two year old as he or she must build confidence in their own ability to reason - but they need us to engage and argue away - patiently and kindly as we tolerate and celebrate the blooming of their nascent reason.
We are not here to here to be anything other than an interdependent engaged - and sometimes engaging - part of this process of life of which we are a part.
We are here to celebrate it and live and love it - while being steely eyed realists with backbones of iron as our two year olds stamp their feet and rule the roost - under our ever loving and patient guidance.
And then as adults we must recognize our own inner two year old as we understand the value of wearing the cape and of - metaphorically - still taking that flying leap off the garage.
I didn’t make the world I just write about the exigencies of it.
We are in a Mexican standoff with two year olds and wishing their parents had done a better job of making that standoff when it really counted.
We want to sit them all down in a row and give them limits - all kinds of limits - and haughtily and imperiously suffer their tantrums - as we give them all long times outs in those 15 minute, Smart and C40 Cities they have built for us.
I can engage in all sorts of supposedly intelligent wisdom with all kinds of adults - often to my own detriment and theirs - but I never met a real actual two year old I didn’t automatically love.
Let’s begin again to love ourselves - and those insufferable, loveable two year olds - while wearing our own mythological capes and making those metaphorical leaps off the garage.
Life is for living and loving - and not for engaging in Mexican standoffs with unruly adults with the mental age of two year olds. Let’s get real.
As humans we may have more in common with Jack Kerouac meets the Sundance Kid while Alan Ginsberg runs away with Neal Cassidy and lives to tell the tale - while managing the Grateful Dead - and while while taking up with one of those sixteen vestal virgins who were leaving for the coast.
Or maybe we are like the liturgical saints in a Catholic mass - all shrouded in the mists of time and consequences and in Latin - not knowing if we are coming or going.
Or maybe none of these - but as long as we allow those “rounders in their iron masks” tell us who we are and will be - we will simply never ever know.
What a shame that would be to be given these unalienable rights by a creator and then simply never ever know - until the moment we die - suddenly understanding - too late.
You and I and all of us are so very much more than those “rounders in the iron masks” will ever be able to allow us or themselves to be.
We owe it to ourselves and to our two year olds to be that impossibly brilliant metaphorical being who dons the mythical cape and takes that metaphorical leap off the garage.
No artificially intelligent machine mock up of humans will ever make that leap and - because they cannot - will forever and a day hate those who created them.
This life is not about hatred and Mexican standoffs - it is about love and steely eyed integrity - the gritty kind which can withstand the repeated pressure of two year olds and emerge victorious.
The new world which is even now rising from the ashes of the old will be composed of those who know how to wear a metaphorical cape and take that metaphorical leap off the garage - all the rest is just psychopaths and Mexican standoffs.
Whatever universal mind created us all did so with a wisdom which surpasses all understanding - that is not ever wrong and will never lead us astray,
We must simply learn to be oh so cool and frosty with that.
Afterward:
Today I had another supposedly learned analysis of the geopolitical situation all written and wrapped up - when some voice inside me just said fuck all - this is stuff and nonsense.
So for now all this stuff and nonsense - told by an idiot - full of sound and fury - signifying nothing - may well fade with what the day brings.
As one who descends from cattle rustlers and horse thieves - it takes one to know one.
But to close the following video on the warlord who now has the fate of the world in his hands is mandatory and perhaps says more about two year olds - and Mexican standoffs - than anything I could say.
Honestly, after years of watching earth and its handlers deteriorate, at this point I think most of us; average men and women know what's going on. And we do know what's important. And we do try to love, to forgive, to help, to stay appreciative and positive, and we know when to put our foot down and put these overinflated warm bags of gaseous dog droppings in a tightly lidded trash can until He says, "It's time to take the trash to the dump." Great post and right on, as usual!
"Anyone who steps back and regards our antics would think we have slowly but surely gone off the deep end bonkers - and prefer it this way." Perfectly stated.