Angry monkeys turn on their cruel trainer and beat him senseless with his own stick after he handed out a vicious beating to one of the trio during a performance riding mini bicycles in a market in Sizhou, China
Picture: EUROPICS[CEN]As a little girl, I dreamed of stepping out on my own. Of making a way when I couldn’t see one. Oh, the fairy tales we embrace when we’re young and, if I might add, dumb. My father once informed me that youth and wisdom usually don’t arrive at the same time. He had no idea how right he was—or did he?
With every gray hair that peeks out from the crown of my head and every year that passes whether I’m ready or not, I’m left to think back on how I’ve handled life so far, and how I plan to handle the life that’s left. It’s amazing to me that a little red-headed, knob-kneed, small-town girl has done what she set out to do.
I stepped out. I made a way when I couldn’t even see one.
As youth dissolves into wisdom, I have a good idea about what I forgot in my struggle to live life on my own terms . . . the creation of a J. California Cooper-style piece of mine. Unlike the fairy tales of old, peace is not constructed through knights in shining armor, kisses from frogs or pumpkins that turn into carriages.
Peace, like a highly-respected friend of mine says, is the resolution of conflict. Unless and until we resolve the conflicts that cause us pain, suffering and discomfort, we can never experience peace.
That is why Amerikka is where it is today—because it has no peace. Its residents have no piece of mine. Were we battling other countries, because other countries instigated battles against us, we could, in earnest, say that we were fighting for our piece of mine and, to do that, we needed to resolve the conflict.
But, with Amerikka and its European counterpart, things are different. There’s no one taking us to battle . . . yet. We are caught in a web of deception that will cause the people of this country to suffer immeasureable damage.
I could take aim at the wars wrongly perpetrated by Amerikka and Europe against other countries, but I’d rather for the moment, reflect on the damage it does to the psyche of those within Amerikka’s and Europe’s borders who do not agree with the wrongful execution of conflict, under the disguise of establishing peace.
I’ve come to the conclusion that there are those who know nothing of living a life free of intentional conflict. In what has become the Amerikkan way, we see it in the violent ways people live amongst each other.
This is a country where we fight and oppress based on the color of skin. Where we shoot at each other, instead of shooting at them. Where we’ll buy from and love our enemy, while hating ourselves. Where we talk down on people who speak two languages, when we barely know one. Where the media tells us one thing, knowing that something completely different is occurring or has occurred. Where independent thought is seen and treated as a threat to the machine. Where daughters turn on mothers, and sons turn on fathers, if they should be lucky enough to have one.
Amerikkans possess a selfishness that surpasses any other that I have witnessed in my travels. In our extensive dumbness, we are arrogant to a fault. Piece of mine can never be ours for that specific reason.
So many faults we possess, that if we looked closely, leave us little room for belittling. Unfortunately, amongst all the conflict, we are unable to clearly see ourselves. And we are unable because we have no piece of mine.
That’s exactly what I consider the US media. Every day, every time we turn on the television, the radio or browse the Internet, there’s another weapon being “fired” to take our attention away from more important and pressing matters. It gets so that I feel a deep disgust for anyone who claims themselves to be part of this mass madness movement.
What’s amazing, yet appalling at the same time, is the fact that the “leaders”—for lack of a better term—can’t get Amerikka right, but they can be all up in the business of other countries. You could swear there were no poor, malnourished, diseased people living right here in Amerikka, much of whose afflictions are due to the corrupt US pharmaceutical mafia aka Big Pharma that has been given free reign by masquerading agents of acronym agencies who pretend to care about public health.
And then these same low lifes—the acronyms and those calling themselves leaders—turn around and speak of democracy. As if they really know what that means, when they’d honestly give anything to be able to freely go back to stepping on the necks of certain people. But, don’t for a minute believe they’re not still stepping. They’re just using other, more stealth methods to do so.
Ask anybody who’s just lost a job or been earnestly searching for one for the past year; who’s been evicted or is facing eviction; who checked their 401(k), only to find out it was empty. For that matter, talk to the employees of KB Toys, AT&T, Bank of America, City of Atlanta and all these other companies that are dropping workers like Raid drops flies. If that’s not neck stepping, I don’t know what is. Everybody gets a bailout, but the very people whose money is being used to bail out sharks. What a spectacular example of democracy at work!
Surprisingly, there are those of us who really believe that Obama will be able to change all this around. By his lonesome, he’s going to make a country that as long as it’s been called Amerikka has been imperfect, perfect. I hate to sound pessimistic, but it ain’t gonna happen. Equality is a concept foreign to those running this country and they will do everything to ensure there are degrees of separation between the haves and the have nots.
My money that was involuntarily taken from my paycheck was involuntarily given to banks and other companies who wouldn’t give me a loan if my life depended on it. They didn’t want to give them to me before, and they sure as hell ain’t gonna do it now, but because of the ruthless, criminal enterprises the PEOPLE have “s”elected as representatives, we get no say so. And like everybody else paying taxes in this corrupt country, I didn’t receive so much as a letter of thanks for allowing this country to make a damn fool out of me, while they shoved their financial burden off on me and my future generations.
Do I sound a wee bit upset? It’s because it’s about principle, people. Of which this country is sorely lacking. That and the aptitude to admit that this country is run by muttbrained fu**ups. whew! it felt good to get that off my chest—now for the finale*
My suggestion is that we bear down and get ready to weather one of the worst storms to transpire during our lifetime—just keep in mind that you cannot do that if you allow yourself to get sucked away in the media’s arsenal of mass distractions.
