we just can’t win

the morons of the world just don’t get it and as long as the world only acts on a “for profit” basis, we are basically doomed. i’m depressed and disgusted by it all.

go read: http://www.commondreams.org/headlines07/0322-01.htm
and this: http://www.commondreams.org/headlines07/0322-03.htm

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2 responses to “we just can’t win

  • Anonymous

    living with morons
    You might want to check out a book that I’ve been listening to, Jared Diamond’s “Collapse, How societies choose to fail or succeed.”
    I don’t know whether it will make you less depressed, but it will help you fritter away your time while morons roam the earth.
    Glad to hear that you’re feeling better, by the way.
    Best from all of us,
    – andy

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  • Anonymous

    Wendell Berry poems
    I came across this poem and thought you might like it. It’s by Wendell Berry,a Kentuckian, man of letters, academic, cultural and economic critic, and farmer.
    The Peace of Wild Things
    When despair for the world grows in me
    and I wake in the night at the least sound
    in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
    I go and lie down where the wood drake
    rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
    I come into the peace of wild things
    who do not tax their lives with forethought
    of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
    And I feel above me the day-blind stars
    waiting with their light. For a time
    I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
    One of my favorite quotations by Berry is, “Be joyful
    though you have considered all the facts,” from this poem:
    Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
    Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
    vacation with pay. Want more
    of everything ready-made. Be afraid
    to know your neighbors and to die.
    And you will have a window in your head.
    Not even your future will be a mystery
    any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
    and shut away in a little drawer.
    When they want you to buy something
    they will call you. When they want you
    to die for profit they will let you know.
    So, friends, every day do something
    that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
    Love the world. Work for nothing.
    Take all that you have and be poor.
    Love someone who does not deserve it.
    Denounce the government and embrace
    the flag. Hope to live in that free
    republic for which it stands.
    Give your approval to all you cannot
    understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
    has not encountered he has not destroyed.
    Ask the questions that have no answers.
    Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
    Say that your main crop is the forest
    that you did not plant,
    that you will not live to harvest.
    Say that the leaves are harvested
    when they have rotted into the mold.
    Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
    Put your faith in the two inches of humus
    that will build under the trees
    every thousand years.
    Listen to carrion – put your ear
    close, and hear the faint chattering
    of the songs that are to come.
    Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
    Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
    though you have considered all the facts.
    So long as women do not go cheap
    for power, please women more than men.
    Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
    a woman satisfied to bear a child?
    Will this disturb the sleep
    of a woman near to giving birth?
    Go with your love to the fields.
    Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
    in her lap. Swear allegiance
    to what is nighest your thoughts.
    As soon as the generals and the politicos
    can predict the motions of your mind,
    lose it. Leave it as a sign
    to mark the false trail, the way
    you didn’t go. Be like the fox
    who makes more tracks than necessary,
    some in the wrong direction.
    Practice resurrection.
    Love,
    –Barbara

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