Oh, what a parade. Here they come.Watch them all go by. Hundreds. Happy New Year. See our beautiful bank and corporate sponsored floats, the smiling waving princes and princesses high atop with flag draped raucous bands playing our Star Spangled Banner, America the Beautiful and for good measure, "I'm Proud to be an American". See them all. And what a show it is. Support the Troops floats, Hope and Change floats. Health Care floats. Democracy in Action floats. Greenpeace floats. Climate Change floats. Higher Learning floats. Constitutional floats. It is breathtakingly gorgeous.
Yet, within all the stunning plumage of American awe, there is one float we never see. It never turns the corner. The one we never see honored in public, for there are no sponsors lined up. Its profit potential is nil. It is the float of Human Kindness. Not only do we not see it, we rarely even hear the idea of human kindness mentioned anymore. Its return on investment potential is a shareholders nightmare.
This lack of actively honoring our collective human kindness is, in my humble opinion as I traverse this life granted me, now at the lowest of the lowest levels. Lower even. For the moment please forgive my personal lack of wordsmith kindness in this broadly defined but sincerely felt rant. I promise you I am as normal as any imperfect human there is. I will feel better shortly after my rant and close with what I so believe we need. And that is....yep, human kindness. In spades. A rather large dose. Yesterday.
These days there is a global benediction being preached Mondays through Sundays. It is tireless, ceaseless and is openly silencing a well known truth with a darkness spread in daylight. It is a weapon of mass destruction aimed at an entire species. Us. It is The Great Lie.
Humans are bad.
We don't come right out and say "Humans are bad, details at 11". But the idea is woven into everything from Tiger's den to the Taliban two-step to the Great Climate Change tag team match. Woven butt tight. It's embroidered and embedded deep in the lead story, secondary story, the follow ups and tagged stories in print, on TV, radio, the net and everywhere we go. A cacophony of fear. Any and all convenient human targets are its fodder. Attention paid to the simplest acts of kindness are twisted and rung dry. To act with kindness is labeled low priority. I seethe.
I have to begin somewhere. It's cheap and easy to start with this. So, what the hell.
Wall Street. Anger at these guys is a waste. But without apology, I'll have at it. Enron was a teen pregnancy test compared to this. And if that was a positive, this one is positively stunning. Enron pigeon dropped Cali and destroyed the futures of thousands. Now our own government is attempting and succeeding to pillage our entire country. The banking financials were bailed out with our money at 0%, then invested our money into treasuries at 3.25%. Made a profit with our money. Paid back TARP to get out of TARP and (drum roll) voila. Party Time Part II. Oh sure, I and a few others would love to see them get theirs, but really folks, you got to give them their due. The Lady Gaga Greed Shop of Horror (choice of words, nothing personal) is open for biz. Just look at these addicts. Working it for the fix. These guys are beauts. They're like rapists who when they're done, scrounge through your purse for cab fare. These fellas make Good Fellas look like Good Fellows.
Empathy anyone? Ever steal a piece of gum? I did. Remember what stolen gum tasted like? Like crap. Same deal folks. They're laughing all the way to the bank. We know that. They know that. Think about that. That is chilling.
I'm sorry my fellow easy marks, but we've been had. As much as I know what turns Mr. Hand into Mr. Fist, I'm not going there. You see, I've been treated with nothing but kindness by people who had nothing except kindness and gave me all they had. Sure, there are some good kind souls with some bucks out there. Most of them you'd not recognize their names. For good reason. Hey, I just heard Capone rose from the dead the other day. He wants back in on this spinner.
Drug of choice? Money. Ours. To add to their audacity, these guys (and gals) actually believe, and have convinced many of us they are actually creating something of value. It's the same crappy line I heard growing up in Frisco. I didn't buy it then and I ain't buying it now. The first one's free. None of it is.
Back to you. You tell me to my face that having more money than your neighbor and/or more than you need matters in life and I'll tell you you don't know diddly squat about life, or care to. You may have the $ game down. But as for life, you can't spell it let alone have one that's worth a damn.
At the end of my life I'm gonna go out with a smile because I have been shown how little money counts but more important how much people do count. Having a dollar creates nothing. Making money is not the same as making something. We (you and me) have found a way to allow them to turn the value of something into nothing because these guys have done exactly that. It's a sting operation gone global, brought to you by and sponsored in our own country by the very men and women who accepted a trust they themselves seeked from us and then they went and pulled this stunt. And now they are getting' high on their own supply. That we paid for.
I remember. In our little US of A neighborhood awhile back, it was the nasty red communists, the pinko-socialistic evil Russia. Nikita's "we will bury you" morphed into "Saddam is the next Hitler' and recently was replaced with Ahmadinejad's holocaust denial. Now it's the newest most hated Taliban, purveyor of the (among other things) evil opium which our guys sometimes guard. The Tali's actually got rid of a lot of the stuff, but noooo...that wasn't in Captain Americas plan. Hey Mr. Chavez. Watch out. You're next. The parade of the parade is on parade. America's reality show. The Fear Factor. But, without the Great Lie, this dog doesn't hunt. So they push it, bag it, step on it, cut it up and make sure we know just how scared we should be. And, how bad we are. It's the big bad wolf nonstop.
And as I said, the primary benefit of keeping this great lie alive is all about one thing. M-O-N-E-Y.