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Dear Readers,
Thank goodness, we Americans have got us a president-elect. And that’s a good reason for remembering the tumultuous history we and the rest of the world would be stunned into witnessing once a despotic ‘leader called by God’ moved into an oval room in a house called white in 2001.
Now we are observing a fascinating contrast in color and image of a handsomely fit, poised, smart, seemingly confident president-elect with years of training and coaching; a man cognizant of sentence structure and meanings of words correctly put in any venue. With his first lady-elect, together they have accepted the gamble offered by savvy constituents to serve as the lucky Obamessiah from the oval office of full Machiavellian virtue.
I’m retraining myself to be comfortable with a sense of long term destiny for our species rather than hopeful thinking of—the well being and peace for all—insinuations blessed with voices of pretentious authority. That thought about our species’ destiny surprisingly came to mind while looking at these photos. If four photos don’t show up, refresh your screen by pressing the F5 key on your keyboard, or by clicking the refresh button on your browser.
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By way of reminder for USA citizens: positions in governance were designed to embed pimped international grovelers as lobbyists.
But, ensconced with extorted wealth, bank and poligious systems already in place for millenniums produced in early 21st century incestuous public relations engines graced with obscene cyclic war machines.
Out of the fireball that began creating our Universe about 13.7 billion years ago, our species birthed from Earth has come a long way over millennia. Even so, humans, I think, continue mixing cosmologies into ideologies that assert we are special in and of ourselves, so much so we obsess on tendencies for counting and measuring and logging into data bases nearly everything imaginable about our Universe! Thus, the curiosities we suppose about ourselves, our sensibilities, expectations, buying habits, political and altruistic projects, are solicited, analyzed, counted and measured, and results captured without our permission into global minds like ECHELON.
Added to that, feeling sanctified by one of three rancorous Gods in systems of Christianism, Judaism or Islamism, righteous rulers of wisdom (1) gain advantages via computer generated advertising and marketing analyses. New sets of fallacies for global warming, banking, debtor and tax collection, national and nuclear security, (2) are authorized for moralistic manipulations; into which desired results for any given time period, for any given citizenry, (3) are thrust by public relations into already obsessive compulsive publics. Citizenries’ corporate complicities then (4) swarm among servile hordes who believe anything, and will purchase anything, as submissives are apt to do. (5) Voila! Market democracy begins more trial runs computerized and synthesized ad nauseam in the name of three holy—omnipresent, omnipotent, ambitious—Gods.
Spread across all continents, corporate demands of computer generated percentages, and quotas with promises of payroll incentives, cause many male hirelings to show up for work with religious convictions and ambitions to practice brash disruptions of citizens’ public gatherings. The only thing is too many cops evidently don’t know when to stop punching, threatening and shouting once they’ve begun acting like typical uniformed knaves as they’ve been trained to be. Supplemental: read comments about Religious Right ideologies in corporate work places in The Real World, a synopsis of Rabbi Michael Lerner’s studies.
Made Me Proud
“I worked the polls Tuesday, and it was a very exhilarating experience. Regardless of where you stand on Obama, I think everyone would appreciate the energy and enthusiasm of the many people who lined up for hours at my polling place—many voting for the first time in their lives. One woman had flown from Sudan just to take part in what she saw as the most important election of her life. It was a day full of stories like that, and it made me proud of my city.
“After a long, exhausting day, I went home and watched the results. After Obama’s Chicago speech, I could hear people spontaneously gathering outside, cheering, and honking their horns. With a couple of friends, I went out and wandered around, and soon found a huge (probably 200-300 people) spontaneous celebration taking place near Johns Hopkins University.
“It was loud and boisterous, but very civil. Students waved flags, cheered, danced, and waved at people driving by, most of whom honked their horns in response. It was completely unlike what you see after college football games when drunks go berserk. These kids (and many adults) were celebratory and their enthusiasm was infectious. The cops had gathered at the end of a street and were just watching, though occasionally a cop would ask someone to stay out of the street.
“Then I looked up to where the police had gathered and thought, ‘Oh, [phooey]. Here it comes.’” ¹
Write a Nice Story
“Around 2am, allegedly in response to neighbors complaining about noise, a phalanx of cops marched down the street towards the crowd. Within minutes, they started ordering people to leave and go home. Some of the students refused, but many did disperse. My brother ran up to me from a distance. ‘Some guy got tasered!’ he said. At that point I could see the cops moving among the crowd and people fleeing.
“A few minutes later, the cops were leading cuffed (flexicuffs) people into a waiting paddy wagon/van. I moved nearby, but stayed on the sidewalk because the cops had ordered people to stay off the streets. I started taking photos with my cell phone. My intention was to document my experiences the following day for one of my local papers.
“One of the cops saw me and approached. I held my phone to the side and said, ‘I’m just taking photos. I’m a journalist.’
“He knocked the phone out of my hand into the street. ‘Then write a nice long story about this,’ he said, grabbing me and spinning me around. Another cop cuffed me, and within seconds they were pushing me into the van.
“I spent over 8 hours in police custody, most of it in the infamous Baltimore City jail. I was fingerprinted, strip-searched, and allowed my one phone call. There were 16 of us arrested that night, including 2 Hopkins anthropology professors, a city school teacher, and students from area universities, including several young women. We were told we could be charged with ‘inciting a riot,’ or, if we were lucky, ‘hindering’ the police. I would not recommend spending a night in the city jail to anyone—it’s dehumanizing and degrading and at times quite scary. No one would tell us when we would be charged, released, or what we were being held for.” ²
Handled Much Better
“The following morning we were released, and no charges were filed against any of us.
“The stories were similar from everyone. No one had been doing anything wrong. The guy who had been tasered was returning into his apartment building, as instructed by the police, when they jabbed a hand-held taser against him. One of the anthropology professors was leaving, as requested, when he was grabbed and cuffed.…
“The situation could have been handled much better. A cop with a bullhorn could have calmly explained that they needed to disperse the rally and then waited for people to leave. Instead, they forced their way into a peaceful, celebratory crowd and started being belligerent and provocative before making random arrests…” ³
Balance
Daily, and on every continent, similar brutish scenarios are played out; nay, for millennia, rulers have sustained power through any puerile, vicious violence possible including psychological, even forcing the will to perish from mental and physical fatigue. It appears politics pulls and pushes the human psyché, preserving intergenerational psychical imbalance.
In our age there is no such thing as ‘keeping out of politics.’ All issues are political issues, and politics itself is a mass of lies, evasions, folly, hatred, and schizophrenia. When the general atmosphere is bad, language must suffer. I should expect to find—this is a guess which I have not sufficient knowledge to verify—that the German, Russian and Italian languages have all deteriorated in the last ten or fifteen years, as a result of dictatorship.
~ George Orwell, pdf, p. 7 Politics and the English Language 1946
In another way to suggest, balance, or peace, is an improbable possibility for all humans within the same period of time: dictators’ functions have been and are to accomplish their rulers’ commands causing deep, generational emotional repressions.
Simply put, once one has looked into the deep state of unrest in humans, I think balance expresses perpetual aesthetics in forms of the sublime: one’s experiential truth from exquisite to the horrific.
Artistic creatives in the performing and silent arts; eyewitness journalists and storytellers, philosophers, thinkers, writers; as well as other rigorously intuitive people, possess peculiar sensibilities much too compelling than any mad male rulers would endure for long.
An appearance of balance must be observed in an artist’s athletic capabilities skillfully controlled with gracefully performed movements to music. Here, we view what we might consider a familiar metaphorical grapple within a psychological trap humankind itself put in place.
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