Why, with all we have available to us, do we allow ourselves to be stupid, ignorant and close minded? It seems that we all fall victim to this constant in life. We refuse to believe that history will inevitably repeat itself with ourselves being the offenders. At first, I believed that we were all created equally. With a chance at doing whatever it was that our heart desired. Brilliance in any facet of life. This is a possibility to only fewer people than I could imagine. Perhaps it begins when we are young, how we're raised, what we are led to believe. Seemingly though, this might only curb your natural born handicap in a few ways.
I remember the day, not exactly, that I instantly made up my mind on the way that I felt about everything. It was the worst day of my life. I had accepted ignorance into my life by slamming the door of my open mind, closing it. I was probably close to sixteen. The time when everybody has it all figured out, the black and white so clear. As I grew, visited a different country, faced death or at least the constant threat daily, I realized how out of touch I really was. The worst part, you could've told me this till I was blue in the face, but pride, ego, my best defenders would've kept your words at bay, no matter how true their tides could've been.
I look around, the men I've met in the military. They are from everywhere, have all kinds of ideas on the way things should be, and how they can best serve not only themselves, but the world. The ideas are vastly different though they fly under a common American theme. We are broad in our spectrum and ever so right in our own minds. The men in the military are some of the best I've ever met. We all share one thing at least in common; selfless-service. It's not a theme in today's America, but certainly in the minority that plans to keep an America going. Despite the similarities that we may all share, there are differences that cannot be overcome. Someone, someplace, something failed them at an early age. Closed doors, closed minds, and no matter what can be said or shown to some, the idea will just not settle. It will not even be pondered. We are not all meant to be great. The responsibility needs to be placed in the hands of those capable and responsible. Both slim numbers that rarely coincide with one another. Inevitably, we all are stupid. Unwilling to learn from the mistakes of others, and so sparingly will learn from our own. Or worse, won't.
We continue to do stupid things at an increasing rate. DUI's, teen pregnancy, war. We don't even realize that we are digressing because we refuse to believe that anything is our fault, our responsibility. We've made everybody an equal when we all are not. We cannot all be created equal, will never be so. It's a sad fact, but a true one. Social pandemics, class, fairness, all just excuses we play to hold ourselves from achieving whatever potential we have, or simply the players in the game that make us realize what we are. Just a thought, not right or wrong. Something perhaps to just think about. Look around, what's going on? Do we really know? Have we lost that much touch.
Don't know where you are
Friday, July 13, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Dance of the Dead
heard too much, know too much
Places to go, people to see, the normal hustle and bustle of everyday life keeps us rapped in this world of constant kinetics. We stand in line for coffee, text or talk on our cell phones. Our universe ultimately spins around us and we worry not about so many things that we previously would have to. Today's here and now is just a tangled spider web of the who's who and the what's what that we find ourselves consistently wrapped up in.
if the system had one neck, you know I'd gladly break it
Along the road, after flat tire, broken radiator and cracked windshield we seemed to lose focus on what and why we do what it is that we do. There is a dull essence in life, a pursuit of instantaneous gratification that leaves us never earning for more, yet we yearn for it. We often don't realize our zeal for this quick and painless process of getting what we considered owed to us, and to be quite frank; it has really screwed us. Technology has become to convenient for us, and we simply can't absorb substance in the thirty second news coverage stories that simply brush upon the surface of facts they have yet to confirm.
know the deal, the way we feel-those of us who care
The Quran or Koran, or however you prefer to spell it burning in Afghanistan was the pinnacle example of this sort of thing. America, it's half a glance answer so definitely resound that when the real story came out, there was no way that you could convince the now common nonfactual knowledge that it wasn't the fault of U.S. Soldiers what so ever. Just the same as the KONY video that became more viral than whatever Christina Aguilera has been carrying since 2003. The short term is ignorance across a growing nation that has so many warning labels on everything, and enough lawyers to boot, that we have kept a group of people alive, and irresponsible that the long term affect can only be pointed in the direction of Idiocracy.
constant pain, the endless strain becomes too much to bear
The truth, the sadness that someday we may have to face as a nation, is that things will revert, go back to the way that they once were. We will decline by way of causes done by ourselves, others or nature. The absurdity of the situation is that where this will be a huge adjustment for a lazy human/American population, most of the world already deals with things that you don't even consider a worry or bothersome. Raw sewage in the streets. Trash piled up everywhere. Bugs, insects, animals that are not domesticated. We are truly the spoiled kids of the earth, with our big lollipops, complaining about why they can't be bigger.
there's no answer in the end, live free, fall or fight
If we are to continue to be the number one in the world, we are going to have to readjust our attitude. Firstly, there is nothing wrong with being a winner. Secondly, c'mon people what happened to our work ethic? We try and find short cuts, and lack the pride in not only ourselves, but we as Americans. Compassion... we must realize that this is our greatest flaw. We punish criminals with titles that allow them the right to not learn from their mistakes. We take it easy on them. We forget of our military and the fact that they sacrifice everything so that you don't have to do a percent of the work that they've done. We allow our congress to operate freely and without accountability for their actions. They take pensions that an NYPD officer couldn't accumulate in 40 years of service, yet they just have to serve one term. We are naive, we don't look at ourselves to fix first, yet we spend plenty of time worrying about how to fix others. These next ten years, they're vital. They're vital to our success as a nation. We cannot let ourselves fail. History will repeat itself, and if you're so optimistic about us, and don't think things are all that bad... well you've been tricked by the system and you don't stand a chance.
end their idiot prance
Places to go, people to see, the normal hustle and bustle of everyday life keeps us rapped in this world of constant kinetics. We stand in line for coffee, text or talk on our cell phones. Our universe ultimately spins around us and we worry not about so many things that we previously would have to. Today's here and now is just a tangled spider web of the who's who and the what's what that we find ourselves consistently wrapped up in.
if the system had one neck, you know I'd gladly break it
Along the road, after flat tire, broken radiator and cracked windshield we seemed to lose focus on what and why we do what it is that we do. There is a dull essence in life, a pursuit of instantaneous gratification that leaves us never earning for more, yet we yearn for it. We often don't realize our zeal for this quick and painless process of getting what we considered owed to us, and to be quite frank; it has really screwed us. Technology has become to convenient for us, and we simply can't absorb substance in the thirty second news coverage stories that simply brush upon the surface of facts they have yet to confirm.
know the deal, the way we feel-those of us who care
The Quran or Koran, or however you prefer to spell it burning in Afghanistan was the pinnacle example of this sort of thing. America, it's half a glance answer so definitely resound that when the real story came out, there was no way that you could convince the now common nonfactual knowledge that it wasn't the fault of U.S. Soldiers what so ever. Just the same as the KONY video that became more viral than whatever Christina Aguilera has been carrying since 2003. The short term is ignorance across a growing nation that has so many warning labels on everything, and enough lawyers to boot, that we have kept a group of people alive, and irresponsible that the long term affect can only be pointed in the direction of Idiocracy.
constant pain, the endless strain becomes too much to bear
The truth, the sadness that someday we may have to face as a nation, is that things will revert, go back to the way that they once were. We will decline by way of causes done by ourselves, others or nature. The absurdity of the situation is that where this will be a huge adjustment for a lazy human/American population, most of the world already deals with things that you don't even consider a worry or bothersome. Raw sewage in the streets. Trash piled up everywhere. Bugs, insects, animals that are not domesticated. We are truly the spoiled kids of the earth, with our big lollipops, complaining about why they can't be bigger.
there's no answer in the end, live free, fall or fight
If we are to continue to be the number one in the world, we are going to have to readjust our attitude. Firstly, there is nothing wrong with being a winner. Secondly, c'mon people what happened to our work ethic? We try and find short cuts, and lack the pride in not only ourselves, but we as Americans. Compassion... we must realize that this is our greatest flaw. We punish criminals with titles that allow them the right to not learn from their mistakes. We take it easy on them. We forget of our military and the fact that they sacrifice everything so that you don't have to do a percent of the work that they've done. We allow our congress to operate freely and without accountability for their actions. They take pensions that an NYPD officer couldn't accumulate in 40 years of service, yet they just have to serve one term. We are naive, we don't look at ourselves to fix first, yet we spend plenty of time worrying about how to fix others. These next ten years, they're vital. They're vital to our success as a nation. We cannot let ourselves fail. History will repeat itself, and if you're so optimistic about us, and don't think things are all that bad... well you've been tricked by the system and you don't stand a chance.
end their idiot prance
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Bleeding Blue & Cool A Coos
You run back into the house frenzied. You're already late and you forgot your jacket. Good thing dad said something. You can't wait to get in the car, get on your way. The sun is that perfect spot in the sky that makes everything orange. It's a beautiful day, even a tripled would be okay. You're excited, but on your best behavior. You knew you'd been blessed with the gift of going, but the promise of soft-serve, or maybe a Cool A Coo, kept you as cautious as ever. No mistakes.
The highway, the scenery, the hills all stream by without notice. You're too busy being mesmerized by Monday, or making last minute checks of leather straps, ensuring your success at any chance of a souvenir. A best friend compliments the folks and sis, and even for just a moment, life could get any better.
Traffic always compiles neatly nestled nearest the exit where all lanes converge. It's busy, and the audience cars surrounding in a stadium way. You're a veteran, not a chump and stay left to go right. You pass through the crowd and swim past a cop the shark-way and you've snuck up on it. You're parked, you won't remember where when it's dark, but you've arrived. The gang, excitedly wades through a sea of blue. You're lost and found two or three times. You wait in what seems a line for no reason, and Farmer John gives you a smile a whole foot long.
You're seated on the edge, the entire universe below. The only place to be. The seat, hard but perfectly comfortable. The sun, it's last stand you see through the eyes of waves. It's shadows, ever creeping further. The breeze, the soft breath of pacific resting for the night. For hours, that seem like minutes, you're captivated, excited, ever-fixed on the next pitch, at-bat, inning as you vicariously live or die with the ups and outs. You're down after the stretch, but with some luck and a bloom, you're sprinkles on vanilla capped. "You rally," I scream and it works again. You laugh at impossible, but can't help question if there's a higher power known as Superstition. You love El and Eh enough to put your windows down. You inch through the marsh of metal and red lights, and can't wait to do it all again.
It's ugly, but you're finished, or; gore done. It's a mop on your head but still well kempt. You don't know what you are, either this or ethier that. You could take a stream known as River A. Perhaps ride behind some reindeer, though on that, there is billing sleigh.
It's time for Dodger Baseball...
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