Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Granted I should have shown the bird carrying a Buck Fush protest sign but they are missing a vital ingredient, hands.
As I sit here with my small cup of coffee thinking about what the hell to write, it dawned on me, I have become a propagandist tool of the media, repeating what is newly written by a famous reporter for the explicit purpose of depositing such fine words right here for all to read.
I could post the Glenn Greenwalds new book or or ABC News latest bit of fear instilling propaganda on suicide bombers.
Or simply post the weather report.
In any case it comes to the thoughts of what is really important to post, what others are saying, or what I am saying. Today it is all about what I am saying.
As I read the news(or what passes for it nowadays) the stories I read are filled with pain and sadness, profound pain and sadness, the kind of pain and sadness that makes one question his/her place in this twisted world of seemingly unbridgeable grief.
Humanity through the use of fossil fuel is on the verge of suffocation from the after effects, while religious psychotics threaten to annihilate themselves for 42 promised virgins.
There is nothing in either picture giving any hope whatsoever that we as a species are improving anything, rather just the opposite, we are destroying everything we can at a record pace, including ourselves.
To me this makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. Why the constant destruction? Why force the inevitable, death. Why?
Is it a product of the human genome to destroy rather than improve? Or is this a learned behavior passed through teaching, religious or otherwise, that sets our course of death and destruction.
The 21st Century, 2100 years of human calendars documenting the passage of humanities destructive path and no end in sight.
I might as well continue the Magpie routine.