We stand upon the scorched and crushed ashes of cultures and societies and call it civilization. We call it progress and cherish it. We glory in the sanitation of our surroundings. The identification, segregation and ultimate elimination of the OTHER is the inertial and celebrated goal of civilization, our’s being simply the latest iteration. And nothing good will come of it. All of our potential good offerings to the world will ultimately come to naught as we breathe our last breath of defiance against the wickedness that lays at the heart of humanity.
Without distinctions, without declarative and vigorously defended ideologies and traditions, there can be no diversity and by consequence, no dialogue either of the intramural sort or the kind one imagines should carry on between parties of diverse opinion and position in a society of intellectual rigor.
But those are things which matter little when your ears itch. You need it scratched and quickly.
Over and over again as a child, I can remember having been impressed upon me—what I now know to be quite delusional at worst and well intentioned at best—that we were founded as and continued to be a representative democracy.
Chris Hedges explains why we need whistle-blowers and what will happen without them.
D.G. Hart hits it spot on regarding the relative confusion and pathos that is the presence of the evangelicalism on the right and especially in the Republican party. Theocratic tendencies will always attempt to assert themselves in a vacuum of political sensibility and absence of a true, formal and active distinction between that which is Sacred and that which is Secular.
They do quite often and blatantly so.
Nine he gave to Mortal Men, proud and great, and so ensnared them. Long ago they fell under the dominion of the One, and they became Ringwraiths, shadows under his great Shadow, his most terrible servants. (LR, I, 2)
The Supreme Court has been an itch that I haven’t been able to scratch since, well, since I was in High School and got into what became quite a heated argument with a junior college president over the merits of judicial review and life terms. Granted, at that age my opinions were more pugnacious, my style pugilistic and my intentions more about antagonizing my betters than any real intellectual pursuit.
The coming of civilization, why, that’s just the death of society.
I think that all political conservatives should hate, I mean HATE, Abraham Lincoln with an abiding passion. The kind of contempt and furious anger that Rush Limbaugh has when his oxy dealer is out of town. But it isn’t a hatred born and fueled by racism, though that is certainly mixed in the clay, it should come from the realization of what the actualization of these words would look like,
Now, I won’t accuse him of duplicity and I’m a bit late to the party as far as commentary, but why the hell is anyone invoking lines that may not be crossed or we may become cross
Allan Nairn Exposes Role of U.S. and New Guatemalan President in Indigenous Massacres
Ever stand up close to a tree? I mean so close that all you can see is the bark and whatever little crawling things happen to be there. The truth is, you can’t see anything. You’ve taken so much interest in the tree in front of you that you’ve blinded yourself to the forest that the tree is part of. You’ve succumbed to what I like to call myopic-distanciation. This accomplishes two things of great importance.
The Internet is an odd edifice, sort of a public square that only exist insofar and as long as we will it. It isn’t real in the traditional sense, it doesn’t require presence, attendance and yet it remains there, somewhere in the ephemeral ether of caffeine and insomnia fueled consciousness. We log in and out, completely unaware that we are participating in the life, death, and rebirth of society, community and democracy itself. The internet is our Zen moment and the point at which our mortality strikes with all the same force that the dawning of the nuclear age struck our predecessors. Everything. Has. Changed.