Typhoon #11 has taken on the complexion of that new TV Drama the mavens of media were fond of introducing at the conclusion of whatever super bowl being played at the time - that is until, they the mavens shot themselves in the foot and hype became a blur with little marketing thrust - oh well · They always have the next election cycle and with all the new ecological tragedies in play, there will never, ever be a lack of EMERGENCY to propagate in service of ratings. My morning was spent searching internet “subtext” for clues about who will become the next “leader” of merit - of course the result of popular ballot and completely responsive to the voice of the people, be they haters or lovers; so long as their keystrokes can be monetized - VIPs all ·
Reactionaries run in packs - they require the confirmation of crowds, and possess the mind of the hive · much like the Borg; however resistance is not “futile,” resistance is the Prime Directive. Anyone who comes to me and claims to be speaking for another has usurped a voice which does not belong to them. If one is not powerful enough to stand on its own feet without the acclaim and confirmation backup would likely do the same and try to use my voice for its end - that is suspect behavior. I feel the sharpening of blades around me while some bluster and make loud their power, yet in any fight i’ve ever witnessed where skill, conviction and correctness prevailed - it was the quiet voice that did not demand, nor seek allegiance which demonstrated the deepest heart and the greatest determination.
It is for this reason i believe the current ‘merican administration lacks credibility and legitimacy regardless of the outcome of this referendum. In 1954 after the battle of Dien Ben Phu where the French were roundly defeated and their puppets dislodged from positions of authority, the Corporate Putsch that occupied the United Nations Security Council determined that a vote would be taken 2 years later, where the population of a “united” Viet Nam could express its voice. When that vote was taken, Ho Chi Minh won the popular vote by a “landslide” but the results were disallowed and the functionary French administrator Diem was installed as the “President” of South Viet Nam - in a land which even the Chinese invaders had been unable to divide for over 2,000 years of continuous incursion.
This year’s tide of adversity has been very instructional, especially for an old man with delusions of dying in a “worker’s paradise.” Capital has invaded and the bought souls proselytizing Ayn Rand’s vision of greed as salvation for our species is as tired as her paramour fronting his affection for her cold heart as any ex-wife i've ever had - 3 and counting. My affection for affection, however remains intact, and i believe that love is more powerful than the chimera of acquisition the ruling class manifests on the screens of deceit it is has fashioned to the wrists of so many believers in “buy until you die” then "pay for your grave". I still, sitting here alone and old believe there is a better world possible, predicated on generosity and love for the other greater than one’s own depravation born of, “if i could take from them, i would not only be complete, i'd be richer.”
Until we as a species understand fully and in the deepest recesses of our pain that only by helping that dying person next to us will we be enriched and our loved ones saved, we will be scrabbling for morsels tossed from the tables of those who care nothing for anything except that which enriches them. Many know this from personal experience and many more are only learning this from daily exposure to the cruelties of a world based on selfishness and power. I’ve never met another person who presumed to control me who did not possess more fear in their heart than kindness. It would seem that they who would control, presumed me to hunger for something in their empty hand extended full of "give me, and/or i will . ..; i've yet to meet any possessed of the courage of character to finish that sentence honestly; though many have given unexpectedly what i never asked for, and for which i will remain grateful long after my voice is silent with my spirit at peace.
jts 04/11/2020
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