“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” Mark Twain
I have been looking forward to writing this story. The title came to mind, because of what I was thinking. I don’t know how many times and under how many circumstances those few words have been inserted into the midst of most any of my life’s skirmishes.
Now, before you think you’re gonna have to dog paddle through my emotional quick sand, take a breath. I know I have written over the past few weeks that I’ve had a rough go of it. The political playbook being used on us is intended to overwhelm us and beat us into a sense of resignation to the inevitable. Using the term “playbook” is purposeful, because there is a game plan, Project 2025.
This aforementioned game requires constant activity and keep in mind this activity is merely a distraction, while our government is being dismantled in the second paragraph of every story. The flame of hostility is meant to burn so hot. it melts people into a mob. The individual is commandeered to become a cause
You know, you can easily get lost in all this and it doesn’t matter what side you’re taking up either. You can end up saying and doing things that mights as well be coming from someone you’ve never met. The puppeteers write the scripts and pull the strings, strings that are just long enough to get the job done and nothing more. These crowds become weaponized, because they are single focused, brainwashed bullshit for the puppets.
When you think of a mob, no faces stand out, because they’re not supposed to. I had this thought, which initially seemed kind of stupid, with a hint of naiveté. If America could sit down and think about that question up at the top of this story.
The more time you spend with the question, the more honest the answer and the deeper it goes. The most important piece of this is just taking the time to ask the question, because there is no right answer, but you know that. With time and experience, the answer keeps changing anyway. At the moment, what is going on feels terribly scripted and one sided. No two people think alike, let alone a group of millions under matching acronyms.
At first, it seemed kind of odd to me to think about calling a make believe time out. However, I didn’t stop there. Of course, I realize my idea is dumb as shit, but Franklin never believed the lightening would strike the kite key either. Between us, I am also getting tired of trying to sound like some guy, who knows what he is talking about.
Progress comes from imagination, not facts. Imagine if that question was asked 8 1/2 billion times? I wonder if the answers would be any different in Burkina Faso versus Greenland? For so many, the idea of even thinking about that question is a waste of time. Do you know how many millions in refugee camps are spending winters with no shelter? I am not talking about no shelters on paper. I am talking about being out in 40 mph wind gusts and temps sunk way below freezing. In a way, not thinking about yourself is a way of denying others.
A report was recently published, indicating that 25% of all living creatures are threatened with extinction. Now, when you are sitting there and take the time to think about it, do you think it is actually Antifa spreading lies or dedicated scientists, whose only agenda is the truth? In that quiet moment I am talking about, try and be one of those terrified children, or a scientist, who has devoted his life to protecting the natural world. Try and be either one before losing your face in the mob.
Of course, if you disagreed with me, you wouldn’t be reading this story or its hundred of predecessors. We are all zebras, each one with a unique pattern. You really have to look closely to distinguish between the different varieties. It is easiest not to look, just like it is easiest not to think.
In 1936, John Steinbeck headed out west in the midst of the Great Depression. He wanted to see if everything he heard about Dust Bowl refugees was true. “You have no idea how hunger sounds when it cries. It changes the shape of a man’s face.” This is where The Grapes of Wrath was born. It was denounced by politicians, burned by growers and banned by churches.
The chorus of discontent in this country is unbelievable and it is deafening. Like any chorus, harmony is crucial. The moment people start thinking about why they were born, becomes the moment for dialogue and disharmony. We are being told what we want and not asked.
So, I had this Twilight Zone moment. All of a sudden, the world stops and everyone has to answer the question about why they were born. A kind of unity begins to grow, one with no precedent. All of this happens, because just one person chose to ask that question. It was written in some blog that only a handful of people read. No one understands how it took over the world, saving it from the looming disaster of Making The Earth Great Again.
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