Wrong wrong wrong…

Wrong wrong wrong. Every media outlet, every talking head, every political hack and religious fussbudget is shrieking about Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman and every fucking one of them is totally back-ass wrong. Head in the sand, retarded monkey clown wrong. Let me drag out my virtual soap box and warm up the good deep preachin’ voice. It’s time to set those screaming shrews on the right path…

Do you wanna know why shit like this happens all the time? Because we’ve chosen to live in a culture drenched in fear and divisiveness. Period. End of discussion. Next topic. Can we talk about something a little more important now? What, you need a little more ‘splainen? (Deep sigh) All right, I’ll try to use small words in case any of you are Fox or MSNBC anchors.

Our ‘elected’ government and our ‘free’ media both spend much of their time and energy whipping up fear. Be scared of terrorists. Be scared of other people. Be scared of everything. Death is right around the corner. An attack of something, by someone, is imminent. We’re at war against a thousand enemies; Arabs, poverty, drugs, tooth decay, weeds in the driveway. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! We must be ever on guard. See something, say something. Boo!

As part of the fear campaign we’ve been divided into a million constituencies and pitted against each other. Everything is reduced to us vs them, and ‘them’ are dangerous. Left/right, black/white, straight/gay, Christian/heathen, taste great/less filling. Every single one of these divisions is a pile of pure, unadulterated, steaming bullshit. But they give us somewhere to aim all that fear.

Our entire culture is now defined by this fear and divisiveness. It’s literally the only way have of seeing the world at the moment. So guess what happens when a profoundly stupid, scared cop wannabe sees a kid raised in a culture that celebrates thugs and being ‘ghetto’ walking in his neighborhood? Duh. And it’s only going to get worse.

That, however, might be a good thing. The fact is we’re all being oppressed. African Americans? Yep. Immigrants? Yep. Women’s sexuality? Oh yeah. Non Christians? Of course. Farmers? The working class. Yep again. Bikers, artists, independent thinkers, and weirdos? As usual. It isn’t going to get any better until we quit fighting each other, stop being scared, and start to address a power structure created by a corporate controlled government of elites. We need deep and profound change and I’m convinced that things will have to get a lot worse before the sheep are willing to storm the Bastille. So bring it on.

There’s been a lot of discussion of racism around this case. Is George Zimmerman a racist? Probably, but so what. Is the ‘system’ racist? White people are granted a self defense plea in about 35% of the cases where they kill a black person while blacks are only found innocent 3% of the time if it’s reversed. But that’s not the fault of the law, that’s the fault of the people who enforce those laws. Did the media whip up the race angle of this tragedy. Absolutely. So who’s at fault? Guns? Racism? Laws? No. Specific people did this. The people who unfairly enforce laws and the people who inform us of their activities. Oh wait, aren’t those the exact same people who created the environment of fear and divisiveness in the first place? Of course it is. And aren’t we the people who let those idiots stay in power? Oh wait, that makes the whole thing our fault. And so it shall remain until we find the courage for Saor Alba, Vaya con Dios and Viva la Revolucion.

Monday, time to not go to work…

I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history, naval architecture, navigation, commerce, and agriculture, in order to give their children the right to study painting, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry, and porcelain.
~John Adams, Letter to Abigail Adams, May 12, 1780.

I have a confession to make and it might make some of you uncomfortable. I’m kind of a hippy. No, not in the vegan, Birkenstock wearing, Prius driving smug way. I like motorcycles, whiskey, and bacon. Certainly not politically since I’m a self admitted revolutionary libertarian sexist pig. No, I’m a hippy when it comes to work. Frankly, I just don’t believe in it. It’s killing America.

Yep, I said it. Work is bad for you and bad for America. We work too damn much and too damn hard. Hell, most of the time we don’t even get paid very well. Rich corporate fuckers and the government always seem to end up with all the wealth while we, or actually you, go slave away some where. Why? What is the fucking point.

In so called ‘uncivilized’ societies the men and women work an average of 20 hours a week in order to provide food, shelter, and tools for the village. The rest of the time they play. They sing and dance. They tell stories and create art. They raise their children. They take a god damn nap.

What do we do? We work. Eight to ten hours a day or more, five to six days a week. For each and every adult. For 50 weeks each and every year. And that doesn’t even include commute times. It’s absolutely insane. What has it gotten us? Further in debt, separated and alienated from our children, in lousy health and without much Joy. No art, no music, NO FUN.

Work has weaseled it’s way into every American pursuit. We don’t go to school to be more educated, we go to get a better job. We play music to get rich, not create something beautiful. We ignore our passions and our instincts just to make a little more money. Everything from nature to human life is reduced to it’s economic worth. Did anyone EVER lie on a death bed and wish they could have WORKED a little more?

I am not now, nor have I ever been, a lazy person. I train almost every day. I work out most days. I read and do some writing. I play my bagpipes. I go out and hear music or have cocktails. I raise my kids. I help my friends move or sit in their hospital rooms as they wait for surgery. I think about stuff. I watch baseball games and look at girls. I take naps. I’m always busy and most days I wish I had more time. I just don’t work much.

Woody Guthrie was once asked what he did for a living. It was a harder question for him than most. He wrote books. He wrote songs. He performed. He was an activist. And he had the best answer I’ve ever heard to that question. He said “I think about things and I try to help wherever I can.”

Old Woody is one of my heroes. Who were yours when you were younger and a little less jaded? Were they people who worked all the time or did they create something? Did they spend time with their boss or their families? Did they toil away to make somebody else wealthy? It’s time to reorient ourselves. It’s time to stop working and play. It’s time for Saor Alba, Vaya con Dios and Viva la Revolucion.


Enough Seriousness

Here’s my favorite all time joke:

Sherlock Holmes and Watson decide to go camping. They head out into the woods, set up camp, build a campfire and eventually turn in for the night. Sometime deep in the night Holmes wakes Watson and, as is his habit, starts to ask him questions.

Watson, look up, tell me what you see and what it means.”

Watson, always wanting to impress his observant friend, looks up into the night sky and ponders deeply. Eventually he replies that he sees a beautiful clear night sky and that the lack of clouds means they’ll have good hiking weather in the morning.

No Watson, try again” says Holmes.

Watson ponders more deeply and offers a better answer. “Holmes, I see the vast and starry night. I see the unimaginable depth of space and time. I see how small and insignificant we humans are and it should remind us that we are mortal and our lives are very very short.”

No Watson, try one more time” comes Holmes’ reply.

Watson is really reaching now. He so wants to get the answer right. After many long minutes he finally thinks he has it. “Holmes, I see the profound beauty of the universe. I see the hand of God and the majesty of his creation. I see the awe of creation and the promise that the universe offers to all that will but look.”

Holmes sighs deeply and says “No Watson, you jackass, someone stole the tent.”