issue which has been obvious for decades as well. About things denied, deferred and those responsible who would want to go back and double down on the victims already dead. Those responsible of course won't approach the topic at all so I wrote this type of invitation.
"Bring flowers if you wish."
…and go to any graveyard, all you leaders, doctors, journalists, people of business, wise and powerful in the way things just are. Everyone could stand behind you.
There lie, under countless stones far outnumbering the victims of spasms of war, people who suffered, starved, lives ruined and cut short, murdered on the altars of Mammon. Doctors, AMA, who stood in the way of healthcare itself for millions- who suffered and died needlessly- over decades with the example of Medicare and other nations and now the ranks of the ACA to prove that one fact, what does that say about the Hippocratic oath? A hypocritical joke. Contemplate Healing. Would the graveyard be better plowed over for a golf course?
Journalists who recarve Mammon’s idols out of gravestones to be propagandists and petty ceremonial cheerleaders of mindless fame, stupidity and self-interested ignorance, blocking the mind of the commons with the babble, the white noise of preachy distraction: Dare you begin to think of ethics? Can you plead ignorance? The mawkish ritual funerals of celebrities are absent here. Your ruined audience lies in premature graves scattered out there. Hold closed but noisy debates about blame. They can’t hear you anymore. Keep the peoples’ heads turned away from the graveyard while you contemplate simple Truth- in unaccustomed silence.
Politicians turned by fame and corrupted by rivers of money look to the voters and relatives of your citizens, betrayed oaths of office creating deaths, ruined lives, destroyed tools of government. All possibility redirected toward a few. Benefits grudgingly, gloriously bestowed in miserly increments of rationed rights. At best. How in graves past and future is your Power to be seen? Which stones are your legacy, your promise for the future?
Heads of business and the so-called “one per centers” look at the myriads of graves. If the symbolic hyper unreal trillions of locked away numbers called wealth represent anything is it not backed up in ghosts? Are the people whose opportunity to live was locked away a good enough foundation now? Or the headstones and statues shiny as gold glorious as the latest gilded sepulchers? Is this prosperity bowed down uncomplaining before you finally enough? Are you finally unafraid?
Certain types of religious people whose God is most obviously Mammon with all the attendant virtues and rites of lies and malice, what stories of martyrs arise from many of these dry bones.? How many have you slain in the arenas professing that evil is good, vice versa, gloatingly carrying the cross of others around serving Pilate and the Sanhedrin, hastening the Day of destruction by killing us all and laying waste to God’s creation?
The cosmos began, so claim people trained to think, with the spontaneous destruction of the vast majority of matter and anti-matter. The rest we see spinning out in the darkness continues in its own vastness to churn out the same meager proportion of life(theoretically) which life also broils in self destruction to breed forth modest intelligence from mighty doomed dinosaurs. Which intelligence in every particular life is only used a fraction in this same pattern of survival in a star system which may not be the most conducive to reason, Utopian opportunity, survival- but also most certainly not the worst. Our thoughts spring from all our majority emotions and hungers. Those hardwired to give new life are by nature chosen to glean life from this violence. Can our reason see that thus, in general- as a guess- it might be best if the women most unlike our elites and hypocrites “ran” the world? We turn our cutting edge progress of existence bask to the void. Still, as the saying goes, 99% of everything is crap. For the living though even the crap is at least fertilizer. The so called one per centers turn the world upside down in real majority rule. The numbers of the dead pile up against the living.
Graveyards lose all meaning when no comes. Atoms spin to other chances, oblivion.
Bring any flowers and look at any whole graveyard. People who would have died eventually, died prematurely, in pain, despair, the corruption that comes before the grave. Then one could face away to the wide world outside and behold the proud Plot of our pride, wealth, power and betrayals. The constant whine against the victims is that they did not give enough on the wise path of Mammon comes from an angry few that choose to represent the real universal majority- the Void- whose delight is holding the demon’s whip, flapping the mighty wings that eternalize Hell. Stagnation, silence after the screams. The silence that will be finally be silenced when meaning denied has nothing but a stone over an unmourned grave. Majority decision of reality, the things that just are so that they can become nothing. A dead planet whose final one percent will be the squeak of shame and at last surrender. The whimper will actually miss the end of the world.
Contemplate anything in a graveyard. War, power, institutions meant to serve, ideologies professing the same. Good Germans- and bad- by conquerors paraded at gunpoint through the death camps, you should be joined by a few others, the heirs of the human heritage- our elites, our leaders, our privileged. There before you lies the ends of powerful self-interest.
Such hands holding flowers, come visit the graveyards. Is even that work of virtue honestly possible?
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