I’ve been saddled with a lot of anxiety lately. Mainly on a world-wide level. I haven’t been blogging because it is hard to admit to these things. I’m taking nothing at face value and throwing out everything (including the kitchen sink) until I find a paradigm that works.
In all likelihood I’ll come back a nihilist. The current war looks like a disaster and honestly even if we “won” Iraq what point would it serve in a free and open country were the very people we are fighting against live among us? Meanwhile we are dumping money and resources everywhere else but home. China will be the one and only super power in 30 years and the funny thing is they didn’t even have to lift one finger. Their revolution is a quiet one fought with population numbers.
We’ve outsourced everything and the one asset we have over every other nation is our military might and that force is stuck in a losing battle right now. I guess it just sometimes get to me that we are aren’t even trying to plug the hole in our ship and by the time the collective conscious catches on, we’ll all be treading water.
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you—Nobody—Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise—you know!
How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
In all likelihood I’ll come back a nihilist. The current war looks like a disaster and honestly even if we “won” Iraq what point would it serve in a free and open country were the very people we are fighting against live among us? Meanwhile we are dumping money and resources everywhere else but home. China will be the one and only super power in 30 years and the funny thing is they didn’t even have to lift one finger. Their revolution is a quiet one fought with population numbers.
We’ve outsourced everything and the one asset we have over every other nation is our military might and that force is stuck in a losing battle right now. I guess it just sometimes get to me that we are aren’t even trying to plug the hole in our ship and by the time the collective conscious catches on, we’ll all be treading water.
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you—Nobody—Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise—you know!
How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
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