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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

America the Beautiful






Sometimes I wake up in the morning and ask myself if the reality I am living in today is the same exact reality I was living in yesterday.  I truly ask myself if our society is getting crazier by the minute or it it has always been this way.  Perhaps the transition to full fledged adulthood is realizing that no matter how hard you try to stay out of the mess, you are still a part of it.  As children, the lucky are able to get protected by the evil and darkness in the world.  But who is there to protect us when the bubble has been popped and you are out there on the streets to fend for yourself?  It's man against shark; only the manipulative survive.

Lately it seems that my dreams have more sanity and make a whole of a lot more sense than what I observe in reality.  Though I try to find the goodness in everything, it is hard to ignore the writing on the wall.  Let's examine American society.  Many Americans are still out of work and are still hurting from the economic recession.  Despite the SOTU last night and President Obama promising that those people out of work will find jobs and will soon be able to support their families again, the light at the end of the tunnel seems very dim.  Note that I am an Obama supporter.  However, you also have to question the intentions of our government, especially when so many of them are out of touch with mainstream America.  Democrats and Republicans alike are in it for themselves.  And when you take a look at Congress, over half of them (Reps and Dems) are millionaires.  Sure, many of them grew up in working class households and saw their parents struggle (take Obama for example); but we have to ask ourselves now more than ever how democratic things really are.

These days it seems everything is all about money.  Every media outlet pretty much is connected to corporations that dictate what they report about and how they tell a story.  If a news source is connected to a particular food company and there is a nasty e coli outbreak, the severity of what's reported depends on the interest of the company.  If the e coli is in broccoli from a competitor, then the reporters might drum up the severity.  However, if the outbreak is in a batch of vegetables from the parent company, the news might not get reported at all.  Have you ever thought about that the news we get trickled down to us is all connected to corporations' deep pockets that may or may not want you to know the whole story.  If a story hurts the image of a corporation and risks a loss of millions, then we get fed lies on top of bullshit (if we're lucky) telling us that whatever problem at hand is not that big a deal.

It is especially scary now that American society has been dumbed down.  Our educational system has become a big bureaucratic factory that churns out children to memorize and recite figures that may not have any consequence to critical thinking.  In the SOTU, President Obama said that we need a nation of thinkers and innovators.  How does testing and measuring up the wazoo achieve this end?  Don't throw the baby out with the bath water; remodel the bathroom, that's all.  We are training kids to learn without actually learning.  We should be training kids to think independently and creatively.  Kids should be taught to think outside the box and color outside the lines.  At the rate we are going, we will have a bunch of robots who do not know how to question and challenge the status quo.  We all know what happens when we teach kids to be compliant and learn without context.  They end up supporting dictatorships and totalitarian governmental regimes.  Is that what we want?

What's worse is that many people do not think anymore.  They read things on the Internet on sites like Twitter and Reddit and accept it as fact.  What happened to looking things up in an Encyclopedia and doing research at the library.  Do not just accept something just because you read it online or are told so in a news report.  Analyze and question.  Read multiple sources.  Look at another site (other than Wikipedia) for basic information.  I admit that I too have become lazier in the digital age.  Why read a book when I can just 'google it'?  And thanks to technology, language has begun to fall apart.  With texting and Facebook, people would rather abbreviate and take short cuts.  Is it too much to ask to at least be grammatically correct when sending an e-mail?  What has happened to language?  What's worse is that there is little separation between informal and formal language.  Soon every child will be speaking in 'text speak'.

What I find most frightening, however, is how saturated our society has become with violence and fear.  It seems to be a mundane occurrence nowadays to hear about school, mall, and movie theater shootings.  'Oh, there's another crazy person who got a gun and shot 14 people dead.'  Or what about this 'knockout game' phenomenon.  Violence has no purpose; it's just violence for the sake of violence. There is no goal of robbing someone of their wallet or shoes, though I'm sure that still happens.  It's violence because what else is there to do?  I feel that we have reached a point where things are turning into Anthony Burgess's 1962 novel, A Clockwork Orange (though the movie is excellent, the book is better).

If you haven't read the novel, do yourself a favor and read it.  It takes place in a future England where all rules and structure have broken down.  Teenagers run rampant in the streets doing drugs and having sex.  They speak a whole new language, 'Nadsat'.  In fact, when reading the book, you need a dictionary of Nadsat handy because words do not mean what they used to.  For instance: clothes are 'pletchkos', friend is 'droog', person is 'veck', and money is 'lolly', 'cutter', or 'pretty polly'.  Adults are in fear to walk the streets, especially at night.  Gangs roam free; the main character, Alex is in such a gang.  They spend their time raping and pillaging all while completely doped out of their minds.  I truly feel that our society is turning into the world Alex inhabits in A Clockwork Orange.  Youth lack the respect for authority.  If children get in trouble at school or get bad grades, it's the teacher's fault.  If a child gets in trouble with the law, it's society's fault.  There is little culpability and personal responsibility any more.  Without the boundaries, guidelines, and rules of authority, society will be ruled by youth who lack self-control and laugh off authoritative discipline.

Add to this the calamity we face with our climate.  By now, if you do not believe in climate change, then you're a moron.  Sorry, but you are.  And know that when I talk about climate change it's not 'global warming' in the sense that everything is getting hotter.  Oh, we're having a severe winter, so much for climate change!  Actually, think of it more like GCV: Global Climate Volatility.  Everything is in extremes.  Some parts of our country will have more rain and consequently more flooding.  Other places will have unprecedented droughts.  And note that flooding and droughts may exist in places where the opposite was once true (ie. places with too much rain previously had none).  And if we look at the country right now, pretty much everywhere is experiencing an awful winter with record low temperatures and tons of snow/ice.  The weekend brought winter to places in the South that have never or hardly ever seen snow/freezing cold.  Climate change means that things are off kilter.  Climate is no longer as predictable and constant as it once was.

This will have effects on many things in our lives like resources and mobility.  I predict that in the near future, we will not be able to travel by airplane or possibly by car because the weather is too unpredictable.  Tornadoes, violent storms, blizzards, and hurricanes are increasing in ferocity and frequency.  Isn't it strange now we hear about 15 full strength tornadoes hitting an area all at once?  When towns/cities/states go through an unprecedented weather/nature event, people run to the store for canned goods and water.  People want gas in their cars and heat/AC in their homes.  The more out of whack things become, the more people are overutilizing these resources and placing a strain on natural supply and demand.  Not to mention that with massive climate upheaval, crops and livestock will become affected as well.  Imagine placing an extremely obese human onto a tiny scale meant for half the weight.  How long before the scale completely breaks?

I don't know what it will take for all of us to stop and listen to what we are doing to ourselves.  We are eating ourselves alive.  We must stop, evaluate, and recalibrate the direction we are moving as a global society.  Unless we are planning to build a space ship and explore the possibility of colonizing other planets (oh wait, that's happening) then we must take care of what we have.  I believe there is still hope to turn this nightmare around and wake ourselves out of this crazy daily existence we call reality.  Things are happening; some of us are waking up and realizing that we're laying face down in a pile of sewage, garbage, and radioactive waste (metaphorically).  I just wonder how many horrors must take place before everyone wakes up and smells the blatantly obvious.

What's the answer, you ask?  Love, compassion, positivity, and unity.

It may sound hippy dippy, but it's true.

Love and Light,

~R~






Wednesday, July 10, 2013

TV Casuality




                                 

           
                                

                                                        
  As Seen on TV
((this is my original work and any attempt to reprint or copy needs my written permission))

“Bourge has another great product for you.  It will make your hair shinier and sexier”, says the alluring celebrity spokes model who holds the bottle of shampoo up to the camera.” You cannot live without this product, ladies.  I promise you, this new Vi-De Belle hair follicle, vitamin enriched scalp nourishment will change your life. Trust me.  I have the whole line of Vi-de Belle hair care products and I wouldn’t trust my scalp to anything else.”  The attractive celebrity winks at the camera and begins to massage the product into her hair. 

The celebrity spokes model, Venus Starr, is a light skinned black woman with long, straight hair that reaches her shoulder blades.  The hair looks like a wig, but in fact it is Venus’ own hair.  Venus used to have very curly hair that fanned out around her face when it was shorter.  But because of her contract with Vi-De Belle beauty products, she had to use what they had to offer.  And they didn’t sell any products for women with curly hair.  Curly hair was not deemed popular so all of the Vi-De Belle products catered to women with straight hair.  Hair that was straight as a pin.  Hair that you would have to iron to get so arrow straight.  Curly was out.  Straight was in.  That’s what life was like living in a straight world.  A world generated by Bourge Corps. 

Jeremy reflected on all of this as he watched the commercial.  He hated these ads and hated the celebrity spokes models even more. 

“God, I hate Venus Starr.  She’s in every damn commercial nowadays.  And she has that new talk show and apparently is the new face of Vi-de (VIDA) Belle.”

“Oh, I don’t know, she seems pretty smart.  And I think it’s cool that a child star can have so much success.  At least she’s not washing down pills with booze or injecting heroin between her toes like other former child stars.”

“Shit, Angela, just because she was the darling of ‘Our Hearts’ doesn’t give her entitlement to tell everyone what to buy and how to spend their hard earned money.  What was that stupid slogan?”

Angela imitates a television announcer.  “’Home is where Our Hearts live.  America’s most fetidly wholesome and infectiously loveable family.  The Heart family lives in all of our hearts.’ Jeremy, spare me your rant about celebrities being the balm of your existence.

“Angela, bane, not balm.  They have opposite meanings.  Bane is something that annoys the hell out of you.  Balm is something that makes you relax.  And did that theme song really say ‘fetid’ and ‘wholesome’ in the same breath?  Fetid is something that smells awful, like garbage.  But I guess that was before language started changing and up became down and vise versa.  Let’s see.  It all started with ‘Text Speak’ and now nothing has any original meaning anymore.  Language has been stripped of context and content.  Everything is ‘luv’ and ‘ick’ and ‘k?” 

“It takes too much time to spell everything out.  Text Speak makes it easier to communicate.  And anyway people don’t spend all their time reading yellowed Pulp like some people.  Why don’t you just get an EZ Speak Audio Biblio-Reader?  You don’t have to read anything yourself.  It’s all audio and you can pick which celebrity voice you want to hear.”

“That’s the reason I still have old books and newspapers around.  Don’t call it ‘pulp’.  That makes it sound worthless and unwanted.  Like pulp in juice.”

“I hate pulp in juice.  You can’t even buy it anymore.  They took a poll and people said they preferred no pulp so that’s all you can get now.  I like it better that way.”

“And that’s another thing.  Why is Bourge Corp taking all of these stupid polls?  If something is voted as being unpopular, it gets discarded like  yesterday’s hamburger wrapper.”

“I like the Bourge Corp polls.  Oh, they have a new one out today.  It asks you to name your favorite cola drink.  I like Zap Cola better than Bolt!  I hope Zap wins.”

“It probably will since Zap is made by Soife, which is another Bourge Corps company.  Bourge Corps tried to buy Bolt but Goody Cola wouldn’t budge.  So now Bourge Corps is trying to eliminate the competition.”

Angela was busy looking at herself in the mirror.  She especially critical about her hair.  Secretly, she wanted her hair to look as straight as Venus Starr’s.  Angela had been using a different shampoo and she made a note to switch.  As her mind was filled with these vapid thoughts, she tried to think of a way to keep the conversation with Jeremy from going flat. 

“I didn’t know all of that, Jeremy.  Are you sure Zap is a Bourge product?  I thought it was the other way around.  The Bolt commercials are a lot better.  And their jingle is catchier.”

“That’s why Bourge Corps wanted to buy out Goody Cola.  They knew that their product sold more units and made more money.  If you can’t buy ‘em, crush ‘em.  You know, that mentality started by what was it, Morbinta Inc?  They started this whole we kill and crush the competition mentality.  That or force them into bankruptcy if they won’t be bought out.  Then buy them out anyway without any sweet under the table deal.”
“Jeremy, you’re so paranoid.  If it weren’t for Morbinta, half the country would have starved during that severe drought.  They made sure that people still had fresh fruits, vegetables, and meat.”

            “You’re so brainwashed, Angela.  Morbinta caused that draught by making a deal with the water and electric companies to turn off generators and underground pumps for crops.  They took advantage of that summer where temperatures for most of the country were in the triple digits.  Only Morbinta farms were producing, and you know that what came out of those farms was not real food.”

“But Morbinta went out of business. If they ruled over everything with an iron thumb, then how come they aren’t around anymore.”

“Angela, that’s why I read as much as I do.  All of the answers are in the pulp that people don’t look at anymore.  Morbinta and Bourge Corps are one and the same.  Morbinta bought out as much as it could, pretended to go under, and then changed names and hands a few times to confuse people.”

“It sounds like science fiction to me, Jeremy.  There’s no way the good people of America would let all of that happen.”

“Well people only read what’s downloadable on their EZ-Speak.  If you can even call it reading anymore.  People listen to stories about the salacious tabloids and banal courtroom dramas.”

“Banal?  Salacious?  I don’t even know what that means!  Use English.”

“Angela, it is English!  Well, once it was English.  No one uses words that are more than two or three syllables.  Anything that is too complicated is just tossed aside.  Language has been redefined by the masses.  It’s too bad that the masses were never that smart to begin with.”

“You’re such a snob.  That’s why you don’t have any friends.  That and you don’t have a Bourge membership.  Oh, I forgot to tell you.  I just became Bourge Elite.  You know what that means, right?”

“Sure.  You get a 45% discount on all Bourge Corps products and a year’s supply of Vi-De Belle beauty products.”

“Yea, that and I can have my bank account linked to bourge.com.  I don’t have to do anything when I go shopping.  I just buy what I want without worrying about it.  The money comes straight out of my account.  All of my bank statements are prepared for me.  I don’t have to balance my own checkbook.  The rest of the money I don’t spend gets put into another account and I don’t have to pay interest or anything.  Plus, there’s this new automatic online banking buddy system.  I don’t even have to go in person anymore.  It’s all done for me.”

“It’s another beautiful way for Bourge Corps to do all of the thinking for you and put their hands deeper into your pocket.  And tell me, Angela, what happens if you run low on cash.  If you’re not checking into your account, how would you know?”

“That’s the great thing about being Bourge Elite!  Everything I buy in stores and online is connected to my account.  So, when I go out to eat or shop online, I am barred from buying anything that is too expensive and outside what my paycheck would allow me to buy.  I told you, the money is all figured out for me.”

“So wait a minute.  Let’s say you’re out to eat and you feel like a steak instead of a hamburger?”

             “The touch screen menu will block out the steak because it’s too expensive.  I’ll only be able to get the hamburger and other items that fit within my budget.”

            “Who determines what your budget is?”

            “I told you, being a Bourge Elite member has everything figured out for me.  Any day now, my Palm Tab should get a downloaded file explaining what happens with all of my money.  Let’s see, if I remember correctly, after bills are calculated, I’m allowed 25% for clothes and 35% for food.”

            “What about the other 40%?”

            “Some of that goes toward bills.  I think the rest goes into a rainy day account.  I’m not sure.  It’s all explained in the portfolio.  I’ll show it to you when it gets downloaded on my Palm Tab.  It will make sense when you see it all explained.”

            “I’m worried, Angela.  If you can’t explain it to me, it doesn’t sound like a very wise plan of action.”

            “Oh, Jeremy, you worry too much.  Why don’t you have a Go-Go Bar or a Mind Booster Shake?  You haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.”

            “I’ll just have a salad and some fresh juice.”

Jeremy gets up to look inside of the refrigerator.  He has all of his garden produce and natural food marked with neon green-yellow tape.  Anything unnatural, the things that Angela had been eating lately were marked with black electrical tape.  All of Angela’s food was set aside on a different shelf.  In fact, Jeremy mentioned getting a second refrigerator because he was so worried about the chemicals in Angela’s food.  Angela stopped thinking about the food she was eating after she started eating what Jeremy deemed poisonous junk. 

            “I don’t even know why you bother, Jeremy.  You’re like the only one in the neighborhood who has a garden.  It’s so much work.”

            “But at least I know where my food comes from.  I grow it myself and can control what goes into my body.  I don’t know what the hell is in that crap Bourge Corps puts in stores.  You could be eating cancer on a stick for all you know.”

            “Oh, Jeremy.  What am I going to do with you? “

Angela takes the remote control and changes the channel.  She focuses on the television and tunes out Jeremy’s conversation. 

            “Angela, we used to have intelligent conversations about these things.  But you
don’t remember.  It was your idea to start the garden and grow our own food.  But       you started getting fast food because it was cheaper.  You changed out your organic soap and shampoo for a Vi-de Belle membership. And you changed.  That’s when…”

“Shh..quiet down, my favorite show is coming on.”

“It’s a commercial, Angela.  Can’t we talk some more about this.  I’m worried about you.”

Angela squeals, “Oh Jeremy, I love this commercial.  The little boy is so adorable.   
She imitates a little boy’s voice.  ‘Can I have anuhduh (another)?’”

            “’Eat a Pow Burger.  They’re rich in vitamins and nutrients.  Another great product by Meaty Delights, a property of Bourge Corps.  Bourge Corps knows what America’s children prefer.’  A little boy eats a burger that looks like a cross between Spam and pulled pork.  He gets what looks like ketchup or barbeque sauce all over his mouth and smiles.  The little boy looks up past the camera and asks, “Mom, I’m  still hungry.  Can I have anuhduh?”   The phrase, “Can I have another” sticks out in big red letters while the jingle for Pow Burger plays in the background.  Angela hums along to the music.

            “I think I’m gonna go out and get a Pow Burger!  I’ll be right back.”

“Are you sure you don’t want some salad instead?  Angela, I think tonight I’ll make a vegetarian lasagna.  I’ll even make the pasta from scratch.  How about that instead?”

“I’m really in the mood for a Pow Burger and a Mind Booster Shake.  I can get one for you too.  I still have a full food quota.”

“Angela, I love you.  I want to make a baby with you.”

“Silly, you know we can’t have any more children.  We tried once and it didn’t work out.”  Angela gives Jeremy a kiss on the forehead and grabs her purse. “I think I’ll get some of that new Vi-De Belle shampoo too.”  Angela leaves Jeremy sitting on the couch by himself, unaware that anything is out of the ordinary.

Jeremy sat there in the mid-afternoon sunlight streaming through the window and thought about Angela.  They wanted children once.  But Angela’s body wasn’t able to make a baby without huge risks.  So the doctor put a black x over her medical file and that was that.  They could try to adopt but only if both of them were Bourge Corps members.  And Jeremy refused to get even a Bourge Basic Membership.  Angela joined partially out of a glimmering hope that Jeremy would join her and partly to save on finances in case they actually did end up being able to adopt.  Then it all changed.  Angela cared more about material things.  Then she bought that EZ-Speak.  And her language began to change.  Everything about her was different.  She looked more and more like the celebrity spokes models on TV than the woman he married.  Jeremy wondered what the future held for them, as a couple.

 Does he still love her?  Will he stay with her?

Tune in and find out what happens tonight on ‘Love Electric’, another original, smash series from Hunter Broadcasting, a Bourge Corps Production
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Tune on, tune in, drop out,
~R~