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. Continue reading The Other
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. Continue reading The Need To Ditch The Me First Syndrome
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. Continue reading Finding Clarity In A Blurred Political Ethos
Chris Hedges explains why we need whistle-blowers and what will happen without them.
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, Continue reading We Are Engaged In A Great Civil War
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. Continue reading Prospects For Democracy