I may be fooling myself, but I think I've heard a couple of economists talking about the depression, and then suddenly remark something equivalent to, "Man, I can't even think about this money problem until this Election is over."
I get the distinct feeling a lot of people are putting their lives on hold until they find out how The Election is gonna go. Not me. I don't have much of a life to put on hold, but what little I got has got to be in at least suspended animation.
I'm actually beginning to believe that even the Republicans and Conservatives are realizing they've been duped by the Bush-Cheney cabal. They don't represent the ordinary common values of the Republicans,, and they may not love Jesus like they swear they do. They got fooled twice. You know the old saying, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me."
Either way The Election goes it's one of the more explosive situations I've actually paid attention to in politics. Granted, there were long periods of time when I was younger that I didn't pay that much attention. I was too busy prowling. On the lookout for other people like me who were out there looking for me. The threat of death has a tendency to really focus one's attention. What I wanted to understand required additional incentive. "A man's gotta do..."
Whatever is going on now is global. It's hard to blame Bush for the global situation. Just for being a spoiled brat and getting us divided over his petty personal problems. There is probably no other time in the history of the United States that we need to be united and focused on the big picture.
I've been writing about a global situation. It's not like I intended to in an economical or political sense, but that's how what I thought I was writing about is coming down to ground level. That's how it's acting itself out. It's just a metaphor I made up for emergency situations in which I might have to risk behaving ridiculously to survive.
I certainly am glad I learned to feign insanity at an early enough age to be able to put it on and wear it when all hell is busting loose. Not only does one's need to feel important act as the largest stumbling block for the spiritual seeker, the need for self-importance can be a heavy weight to carry around when you're incarcerated. Getting put in a cage with a whole bunch of really pissed off people who are in the cage with you because they were already looking for trouble, is no place to insist that you're a big shot who deserves special treatment.
I didn't realize I was already an expert on the art of feigning insanity when I started using the Yellow Book as an oracle. It was not so much that I wasn't aware I was acting, and not really crazy. It's that I couldn't really be sure that I was really acting and not really insane. There's a thin line....
It was only when I encountered the careactor of Prince Chi in the Wilhelm/Baynes translation of the I Ching that I began to realize I might be smarter than I thought. Prince Chi was revered because of his talent for feigning insanity. In the Yellow Book they used the term "dissemble". If I hadn't have stopped to look up what that term meant in the dictionary I might have missed the whole point.
How was I supposed to know that sanity was something assembled? I figured sanity was merely the lack of insanity. If you weren't crazy, then you were probably sane. What that meant didn't seem to matter. I hadn't realized sanity was something I put together just to go to the county fair and win a prize with. But, if sanity can be dissembled, then it must upsurge into being by being assembled (the emblem of an ass).
Sanity is assembled by the act of choosing the rules of conscience a person figures will guide them into be-co-me-ing the kind of human being they truly admire and wanna be like. Homo sapiens are incredible mimickers. Even when they fuck they imagine themselves being somebody else doing it. "I'm fucking this bitch like i was a big-dicked horse so good she'll brag about it to her friends. 'Oh, what a good boy am I.'" Only boys can fuck a woman as if he was a horse. We never matriculate into being the real fucker. All of life is "as if".
Presently, such a ploy is how I'm deliberately considering the rheumatoid arthritis I've been diagnosed as being plagued with is what the Hindoos call Kundalini, the sacred fire. It moves. Not many people around here understand what I'm reaching for when I say that my joints are inflamed by a sacred fire. A fire is sacred when it doesn't burn you up. Some consider the light the planets reflect to be a sacred fire that doesn't burn. I was shocked that as idiotic as he can be sometimes, that Roger actually realized that. In some ways we got a lot in common.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
