We truly live in a clown world, don’t we?

Well, that’s an insult to clowns. At least they bring some sort of joy (or fear) to people. Some sort of emotion.

I think a lot of people are beaten into a dull acceptance – including me.

I read an article about Novak – the man from England who was attacked. Once emergency services arrived, it took eight minutes to start CPR, and once they did, it was directly over the wounds he suffered. The responding officers handcuffed and rolled him on the ground. His head was struck against concrete at some point. That stretched already damaged veins and aggravated the injuries – which contributed to his funeral.

Response = of course.

Cancer causing pestisides are okay because Big Farm paid off the FDA years ago. Since money was exchanged and we’re never wrong, it’s not their fault. So, business as usual.

Response – That’s logical.
Governmental legislation and recommendations are always correct. Taxpayers are getting the best they meony can buy off.

There are pro-algae rallies in Washington.
They want the fish or whatever in the water to die. They want the efforts of the workers to be compromised and their taxes to continually repair the destruction they’re causing — while bitching about how high taxes are.

Response = Sure.
Why not?

It’s just sad.
It’s sick.

If the Titanic disaster happened today, it’d just be another Wednesday.

If an asteroid were going to hit tomorrow, people would cheer because Florida would – finally – be underwater.

It’s a War of Position – a fancy term for a pattern I’ve observed for years.

A War of Position is a long, structured, carefully constructed combative engagement that changes morale and culture.

Unlike a War or Manuver, the long-range nukes of a Positional war are educational reforms. Bullets are news articles. Gernades are movies.

The war is won through the reconfiguration of the global framework and cultural narratives.

America, unlike the Middle East and Africa, can’t be defeated, or would be very difficult to defeat, in a Maneuver war. We’re too stupid. Historically embedded in ‘truth, justice, and the American way,’ we’re (or were) a culture of warriors.

Despite our flaws, we wanted to desperately do what was best, be a hero, and had the technology and the guns to do so.

That’s why everything is a war.
War on Drugs.
War on Climate Change.
War on Inequality.
— We like the word war. There’s a clearly defined good guy and a bad guy.

There’s innocence.
America wants to be innocent. It wants safety. It wants stability. It wants routine.

There was the joke that if Florida were invaded by Cuba in the 80s, Alabama, Georgia, and Louisiana would have the matter handled, be sunbathing, and beer cans floating in the water before the National Guard could get out of bed.

I’ve always kind of believed that and taken comfort in it.

We wouldn’t just roll over.
We wouldn’t wait.

We’d take care of our own and be glad for the opportunity.

But now?
No.

I don’t think so.

We were too trusting in authority – too prideful in our power – too generous in globally defending those whom we thought were in need – that we were surely invaded.

We’ve changed.

The brain rot, technology dependence, and corruption of authority.

Those who are in authority are not experts.
The experts are corrupt.

And this is what we get.

I, for one, am running out of eye rolls.

If something is going to happen, happen soon.
Let that asteroid hit.

I’m all out of give-a-damns.