7 December 2020 - another day in infamy · Not to take anything away from Kateryna Bilokur, googol’s “i’m feeling lucky” pushed content. Do you think it is the corporate overlord’s quiet normalization of fascism in general to not include the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor 7 December 1941 and the ostensible reason that ‘merica no longer dithered about aiding with its European allies who had been battling the _rump prototype Adolph since he invaded France 10 May 1940 - a full 19 months earlier. That same slimy telescoping of commitment seems to be transpiring as we speak in the nation of my birth - with the Nazi front man Mitch McConnell brokering the sale of the good ole’ U.S. of A. to the highest bidder like some chicken shit chop shop in the back alleys of East L.A. ese.
Yet everywhere i look i see resourceful, however, frightened humans taking steps to circumvent the lock on “Public Opinion goes-down-on Conventional Wisdom”. I’m no porn addict, but have no trouble with keeping my libido handy (no pun intended). I once lived in the home of a Oaxacan Don - a loving family with all the graces of Mexican formality and courtesy, as well as the same cultural and class confusion that halted the Spanish invasion of Mexico on the slopes of Monte Alban. That dear friend, and i say that honestly full with love and regard, expressed his admiration for the current outgoing Chief Executive of the U.S. of A. d_rump, expressing a stated belief in the need for a “strong leader” in any position of power. What astonished me at the time and to this day, is what he conceived of as “power.” I came to learn it meant anything that correlated to his and his family’s advantage. For example, a great show would be made of weighing the laundry such that all was in accordance with justice, but when a t-shirt of mine went missing and eventually turned back up in his possession - that confusion was made to sound as though it was my fault for having asked "where is my shirt?"
Bob Dylan sings well about the rolls we are assigned; “you dance with who they tell you to, or you don’t dance at all.” Where he and i, my Oaxacan friend ran afoul was his concept of enrichment based on strength - he did not conceive of a “strongman" rendering us both powerful, but that schema which provided him whatever he desired - not much different than 45’s seizing the commonweal, not to enrich his followers but to make wealthier those who could enrich him. That is high schoolish organizing - “be my friend, and together we can exclude him.” I have yet to meet my tribe who revels in my success, who finds excitement in our mutual enlargement. I struggle to not be animated by personal aggrandizement, but strongly resist those that would diminish me for their enrichment - that behavior is tired and obtuse self-seeking, so i veer away.
Besides, it is way more fun to discover paths that make people around you stronger and happier - especially in this target rich environment of selfish narrow spectrum gain - be it attention, food, love or money. Each of these it is clear can be cornered and extracted from like all the markets in our world, including information, surveillance or deceit. There are many masters with whom to study, from ad managers, to time managers, to health managers to spiritual managers, but so very few stating out of the gate - “i suffer, please help me.” Thich Nhat Hanh said openly that this is the most difficult of some 4 dharma tasks - “I see you, I feel your suffering, I am here for you; I suffer, please help me.” I believe him, only because it remains one the most difficult things in my journey - to admit to another i need help.
That is a defect in normal behavior i believe worthy of rectifying, and while i am perfectly okay interjecting myself between a bully and anyone under assault, it remains horribly complicated for me to admit to another - “i need you.”· Why is that¿ Lord knows i’ve faced some unwarranted misfortune, as though there is any ‘warranted misfortune’. Nor am i certain there is a formula for helping those in need which doesn’t further complicate the matter - again with Bob Dylan, “sometimes you try and help someone and end up making it a 1,000 times worse.” It would seem the careful listening to of someone’s plaintive cries has to be key to knowing how to help, even if that help is nothing more than cheering on someone in labor to “breathe, dammit, breathe;" i guess the question remains how many of us are in the throes of birthing some existential baby of our very own?
jts 07/12/2020
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