7.31.2002
ahhh.... angry mob justice. Let's all divide up by some arbitrary criterion (race seems to be popular, but anything will do... shoe size, right/left handedness, or perhaps it will boil down to us against the remaining Flock of Seagulls fans) and beat each other with the bricks from our own homes. I am reminded of a fight I was in once....
[dream sequence]
I was in 2nd grade. Me and all the other guys in said grade commenced to fighting one recess. I, in particular, did not know what the fighting was about... just weighed in with the others for no apparent reason. I fought one guy, and then moved on to another. His buddy came up and they teamed up on me and the guy I fought previously came (surprisingly) to my defense. Then a new wave attacked and the four of us fought as group, but we got separated and ended up fighting each other again. It was an all out brawl, as far as second graders go. The fastest application of "my enemy's enemy is my friend" possible.
We all got in trouble and had to stay after school. There was no real punishment, because they did not have a proper metric deciding the punishment for ALL the boys in a particular grade. Most of us didn't even know what we were fighting about.
[/dream sequence]
Reminds me a lot of current affairs in general. Our technocracy tends to make us implicit friends with India. The war on terrorism unites us reluctantly with Pakistan. They both want to nuke each other to bits. Major Ed Dames (of Art Bell fame) claims that we have technology (da da da daaaaa) that would stop such an exchange before it starts. And I am leaning toward believing it. Who is our friend? who is our enemy? it would all be so much simpler if they would just stop changing sides so fast.
I was pondering race relatinons, in fact, today... my contractor uncle made a stereotypical contractor-y generalization about several different race issues in one sentence. It was to stupid to even comment on, so I held my peace and pondered. I do remember asking, however, how one decides who is "white" and who is not...
When you really (and I mean really) stop to think about it... what a bizarre thing to chose as a separating line, this race thing. So many other, more divisive things come to mind immediately, it made me wonder why we chose that of all things to separate us.
I couldn't really come up with a solution (how do you nonviolently solve stupidity? I don't think there is a way), but the thought just struck me as amazing.
Go now, and listen to "Us and Them" and ponder our world.
jeff "with... without... and who'll deny, it's what the fighting's all about" green
PS: my favorite weapon is the railgun. One shot kills from across the board. They never even see it coming. Untill they find your hiding spot...
[dream sequence]
I was in 2nd grade. Me and all the other guys in said grade commenced to fighting one recess. I, in particular, did not know what the fighting was about... just weighed in with the others for no apparent reason. I fought one guy, and then moved on to another. His buddy came up and they teamed up on me and the guy I fought previously came (surprisingly) to my defense. Then a new wave attacked and the four of us fought as group, but we got separated and ended up fighting each other again. It was an all out brawl, as far as second graders go. The fastest application of "my enemy's enemy is my friend" possible.
We all got in trouble and had to stay after school. There was no real punishment, because they did not have a proper metric deciding the punishment for ALL the boys in a particular grade. Most of us didn't even know what we were fighting about.
[/dream sequence]
Reminds me a lot of current affairs in general. Our technocracy tends to make us implicit friends with India. The war on terrorism unites us reluctantly with Pakistan. They both want to nuke each other to bits. Major Ed Dames (of Art Bell fame) claims that we have technology (da da da daaaaa) that would stop such an exchange before it starts. And I am leaning toward believing it. Who is our friend? who is our enemy? it would all be so much simpler if they would just stop changing sides so fast.
I was pondering race relatinons, in fact, today... my contractor uncle made a stereotypical contractor-y generalization about several different race issues in one sentence. It was to stupid to even comment on, so I held my peace and pondered. I do remember asking, however, how one decides who is "white" and who is not...
When you really (and I mean really) stop to think about it... what a bizarre thing to chose as a separating line, this race thing. So many other, more divisive things come to mind immediately, it made me wonder why we chose that of all things to separate us.
I couldn't really come up with a solution (how do you nonviolently solve stupidity? I don't think there is a way), but the thought just struck me as amazing.
Go now, and listen to "Us and Them" and ponder our world.
jeff "with... without... and who'll deny, it's what the fighting's all about" green
PS: my favorite weapon is the railgun. One shot kills from across the board. They never even see it coming. Untill they find your hiding spot...
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