We’re lawless now. The only citizens of the United States who are subject to the law are those with no power … so it’s not really being subject to the law. It’s being subject to power.
We see the anger forming among the citizenry and we don’t yet know where that anger is going to ultimately land. Right now the anger is directed towards the bankers. But that could change rapidly given the big events we are confronting, from tent cities to climate change. Round and round it goes and where it stops no one knows. Unknown. Danger and the unknown.
(Video courtesy of YouTuber UnivoxSuperfuzz – and sorry for abrupt cutoff at the end)
The danger, oh we are dangerous right now, all of us, we are dangerous and who knows what we will do when confronted by the unknown adventures ahead?
Those in power are dangerous, they have big fat weapons that will lay a crowd flat with the push of a button and big guns and scary uniforms with insectoid helmets, can’t even see their eyes, they’re dystopian Phillip K. Dickian humanoids, they’re dangerous and we don’t know what they will do … and most of all what those who command them will do, what choices they make in the times ahead. Imagine being those deciders, yep. Or imagine having to put on one of those insectoid helmets. Yeek.
‘scuse me while I kiss the sky
All around the world folks are getting hungry and not just for food. Where is one world leader we are confident about? Some of them may be very good people but where’s the combination of goodness and skilled wielding of power? Unknown.
Like going down a road, the wanderer sees a turn. The wanderer knows the unknown is ahead.
Like mad pilgrims we find each other on the path, all moving on our own magical destiny feet, idiocyncratic visions having led us to this time and place. We carry very little and we carry everything we need to face the danger and the unknown only we don’t know that till it happens. Visions of ecstacy snake around anticipations of despair in big Technicolor projections from our blazing minds. Every possible terror is believable and yet which one will appear? Dragon or Ogre? Perhaps a whole army of calamities like in that old movie “Destroy All Monsters”
(Video courtesy of YouTuber sideshowcarny)
Each of us endowed with true prophecies of what is ahead, a puzzle piece placed here, one there, as our paths cross and we combine our views and to what effect? A rustle in the trees ahead, a wind blowing, fog drifting, sun blazing, moon glowing, a turn in the road we’re traveling.
I’d much rather blog than try for deathless literature. Happy Friday to one and all. I’m beat but kind of jolly, uh huh.