a hill of beans
1964 was an enlightened year.
The medium is the message ~ Marshall McLuhan
(1964)
More than 500 now dead in worst flood disaster in Brazil's history
Boobs and banality as the net gives the public what it wants
http://www.watoday.com.au/opinion/society-and-culture/boobs-and-banality-as-the-net-gives-the-public-what-it-wants-20110103-19dqb.html
Misery unfortunately in this world is a CA$H COW for way too many people and that is the biggest and most underrated SIN in the world with many pillars of society Guilty as Charged.
Misery unfortunately in this world is a CA$H COW for way too many people and that is the biggest and most underrated SIN in the world with many pillars of society Guilty as Charged.
‘Tis true that it is useless to blame the government, the army, the weapons manufacturers, the media and all those powerful corporations.
Bottom line is every individual is responsible for himself.
The reader is responsible for the banality of the media because that is what the reader WANTS and that is what the media give him.
The individual soldier is responsible for his own killing and actions.
The big corporate and the little unknown trigger manufacturer are responsible also for being part of the death and blood poured because of their actions: from the CEO to the low paid punch press operator.
Some people would go as far as saying every taxpayer is responsible for its government spending trillions on killing people for profit and greed.
So altogether Buffy Sainte-Marie has been right too since 1964 as well!
Does this mean we’ve learned anything in the past 47 years now?
I think not, not in the past 47 years or the past 4700 years either.
But without him,
how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone
He's the one who gives his body
as a weapon of the war.
And without him all this killing can't go on
He's the universal soldier
And he really is the blame
His orders comes from
far away no more.
They come from him.
And you and me.
And brothers can't you see.
This is not the way we put an end to war
My musing this week was about the media madness and bias on disaster reports.
For instance it is not by importance of disaster or the amount of victims but rather on the locality of what is happening. Apparently people in general are not quite bothered with what is going on outside of their countries and localities but they can’t get enough of the local stuff.
Considering the fact that 2 persons die every single second on this planet I suppose one has to prioritize which death he wants to bank on. Plus some deaths are not profitable at all or encouraged to share like war casualties and other stuff like that that could only happen in CHINA of course.
One cannot just turn into Christ for one thing especially in this global village. One cannot physically and mentally bear all the sins and suffering of the world or one would go mad watching 10 minutes of news. Genocide, innocent victims, endless list of horrors and chaos and mayhem, and so many other horrific news just HAVE to be filtered for our own survival.
But I find it quite revealing how we treat souls individually. Well of course when one is your loved one, or a friend, or a relative, it does take priority in our affections naturally but once “nature” is out of the way how does the list go?
What is the order here?
Nation? Religion? Creed? Colour? Distance from us? What souls are more precious than others?
When does one stop to be collateral damage and becomes a betrayed and cheated mother of a small dead baby?
Personally this “Love Thy Neighbour” is getting quite complicated.
I sure hope he didn’t mean my next door neighbour cuz I am in deep shit then.
Demonise or Dehumanise comes to mind here when the word Bogan is mentioned. J
Hard to tell these days the fine line between Neanderthals and Homo Sapiens.
But for whom does that bloody bell toll? For which soul does one cry? Hell I find myself crying at pure fiction and seem to become impervious to non fictional drama.
Love thy Neighbour and Compassion and Mercy are the very basis of any religion.
Entrails of Compassion as they used to call them.
Have a Heart!
Always referring to some body part that will turn into dust one day.
O well putting this all down on “paper” or screen doesn’t seem to do much if not to make me even more vulnerable again but here it is though after having said all this, it’s all back to all about me again innit?
Not so sure, point is I am sad at just about ANY death, trying to remain also sane at the same time. But I don’t consider the local death or the little Brazilian child who just died or the afghan child who just got blown by “accident” better or worse than any of the 15, 000 deaths that occur while I take 2 hours to write this and post it.
Soon enough there will be one more important death: MINE.
And I am a little concerned about this one yes.
To quote Bogie
Maybe not Now maybe not tomorrow but soon and for the rest of my life.
More Bogie wisdom here and maybe the answer to all this
I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that.
O well in the meanwhile I, (We), WILL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS! J
HAD IT TWICE ACTUALLY AND PLANNING TO HAVE IT A THIRD TIME BEFORE I KICK THE BUCKET.
We'll always have Paris.
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