The American dream is dead. The American dream is alive. the desire to wall off communities, ourselves, socioeconomic regions of the world – to surround ourselves with a white picket fence and create a world in that dream for ourselves and those we want to protect. In doing so we have become greedy, sucking on each other’s treasure in an attempt to survive, seeing quite clearly an exhaustion of resource. With great homeland responsibility we see grave dangers on foreign shores to the peace and liberty that America and its allies represent. Likewise they see our mirror on a number of fronts.
Faith is a weapon and a powerful shield.
Some feel tossed and turned, not able to get a foothold during an economic restructuring very costly to the people of the world. Children wake quickly to realize the harsh realities of the world and laugh at the tears of those that mourn what was lost. They’re hungry to eat up their share of what hasn’t been theirs yet. Their faith is now in survival, in their ability to operate within a system and to one day dominate it – for reasons unfathomable in depth of variety.
When you look at the politics of the day, we have champions all over the country and world, in our towns and communities, and grassroots uprisings moving around them. A 20 minute search of YouTube will show you thousands of highly effective workers and inspirational figures for youth. Preformed corporations of them ready to leap into action and many who have the ability to cross cultural divide with an ease that their parents might do well to understand.
It’s easy to seek order, it has a firmly shape, or traits one you can identify. It’s easy to seek chaos in the form of destruction, decay, starvation, exploitation, slavery and on. Once leverage is established over a populace or demographic it can be wielded as a swathe of black propaganda, wrong action, wrong thought. It can provide temporary reduction in suffering to those in power, but comes at cost to those who are made limited by such action.
I briefly got to travel across America – 4 days in a minivan fueled by 5 hour energy and corn dogs, with a pair of dogs in the back. The sights were incredible. Salt Lake City is phenomenal, white shapes whip in the wind across great dunes of sandy water. It is easy to imagine the Mormon view of heaven from this place. On the outskirts of Reno we saw a man spinning like a dog while dancing down the street. I had thought he was happy – turns out he was high on meth. Last chance saloon in the desert, and a place to make it big, or face plant. It’s like the pyramids of Egypt; you can be emperor here or a guy who carries rocks. Mountains where cars were blown off the road and where you cannot walk from the strength of the wind. Vast fields of wind farms. All the towns were the same, and very different. All trying to carve out the American dream where they were, and where they travel. Their own version. It’s become hard to navigate this world. Tribes of America exist as grassroots movements, corporate conglomerates, brand vision and the hearts and hands of America which continue to strive for their dream despite overwhelming odds. Unions should defend themselves, as there is very real power in your collective voices as you rally around your reason.
Thus to our politicians, you are our elected heroes – for what that brings. A whirlwind of bickering only pauses time. It drains us. It drains the world. It’s not about debt ceilings, or gay rights, or the militarization of cyberspace, or a need for education, or the need to progress sciences and medicine at all cost, or the strangling of countries’ economies, peoples, or faiths, nor a beacon of faith in humanity that all belief systems of the world could contribute to. We’re worrying about bones of people under temples. But these things can only enflame our darkest selves.
Its many visions of America, of the continent of America. It’s also about our allies, those who have stood with us to preserve what we represent as an entirety, as a will of the American people. I lived for a time in Edinburgh, in Scotland. The place was a student mash from every country bathed in a whole lot of alcohol, book and fire festivals, and probably the best place to be on New Year: p. it was quite common to hear several languages, and people intermingled very effectively it seemed. There were also many problems. But it was functional and it got stuff done. That is what we do in America. We do what we need to do to get our jobs done. I was fortunate enough to go to a secondary school which instilled these values in me through numerous lessons. There were problems.
In the up one might go 40 miles north and encounter an entirely different accent. The communities are somewhat isolated, even within the small space. In America its phenomenal. There are deserts, and plains lands, and enormous forests. Texas is nothing like Washington State, but it shares many commonalities that distribute grassroots movements geographically. With the internet it is now ever easier for these groups to assemble and ‘preach’.
You can’t trust the church; they abuse kids and do crazy televangelism stunts to prey on faith energy for cash. The Vatican must be furious. This isn’t at all its message. What about all the charity work they do damn it! The corruption could shake it to its knees at a time when the world’s faiths are crumbling and terrible physical and mental suffering need the clergy and layman who have given their lives over to the protection of others. Even 10 years ago when I was in the UK I could see the ending. While worrying about this, while searching for the voice of the megaton, corruption has entered new worlds in the sky. These lands are bereft of faith, cold and bleak. In them legends are told, and slaves are made in Asia by shell corporations becoming fat off cruel work. It goes both ways. Entire structures exist to mask and shield these entities. Who’s is it to say what should be and how things should be done? None when that decision is made by few to persecute the weak? Perhaps not. But there is little alternative view in these places, and old lessons are told but are confused in the humdrum of temptations, eye candy (wiener – plus come back). People lose themselves in delusions to cope with their interpretation of the world, and can become lost. But such things can be helpful in reduction of suffering, or an aid to isolate a particular one and remove it.
I came looking to America and decided to work for a summer in the Washington national cathedral. While a wonderful institution some nastiness occurred to me which ended up with me sleeping on the closed church doors to avoid someone. Bad priests who seek to bend the mind of their petitioners towards some means beyond a path in spirituality. Needs rooted out entirely.
We have highways that cross our entire nation, that give our people great freedom of movement. We have technologies which can make physicality for collaboration an irrelevancy.
In new worlds online people exist in the millions. They spend a lot of time in these places. Some people prefer to be in these places than in the outside world, and most intermingle now to the point where distinction isn’t really relevant where technology is stuffiest to provide infrastructure.
People meet for a number of social reasons. Aligning sentiments which form a thread of their beliefs throughout their life.
Great vehicles of self-awareness exist in this world, with different visions of what it is to be pure, to be free, to be clean, to be one system, to escape from it, to not be. To expand forever, to crush into nothing, to be recycled in kalpaks unending.
As the world becomes more challenging to endure, we must embody our ideals and cut swathe through illusions sent to delude the mind.
We see great beacons of faith in the real world – mecca, the Vatican, the holy lands of Tibet, l ‘arc de triumphed, the Washington monument, Stonehenge. These are pinnacles truly to our faith in humanities capability to overcome hardship and how to share and enjoy peace, or devastate with war, or whatever. The simple addition of a well-wrought cross to a shield can fuel the power of a crusade and its manner of inquisition.
While nonsense from religions thousands of years old in matters such as sexual abuse, suppression of free religion by governing belief systems broils one wonders where compassion and altruism exist in these systems. In a world of demons, it can be hard to find a church with a message that can be trusted. within Christianity alone there’s more factions than you can keep up with and their bothered about the particulars of heaven, or whether fish is cool on Fridays, whether we should chop bits off our children’s genitals, to racial purity sought by some governing systems which preach eugenics and biodiversity manipulation.
The things these systems represent have become overcome by corruptions – by association with political party, or political gain. They have been subject to political persecution. Various belief systems have been hunted unjustly. Some have been deliberately splintered geographically in an effort to delineate populace sufficiently to control intermarriage and custom. Over time these differentiations spread to become isolated systems or conclaves.
we need sporting heroes back and less shit about how they cope to try and reach a superlative which increases every year.
We need our Anthony wieners to smash through the nonsense and continue to do what they believe is right for the American people.
We need the one true superpac of the world to produce the most wicked of black propaganda – so that a mirror can be shown so stark than any caricature of it is simply laughable. March boldy at the foul city. For all of the tribes of America.
The election season is going to be exciting – let’s hope we play fair.