Progress, comforts, conveniences, and an honest day’s work
Everything changes. If you don’t believe me just ask the so-called experts, doctors, lawyers, and politicians. If you ask me, I don’t think any of these experts know their asses from a hole in the ground. They tell us this and that is true and with the passage of time, they turn around and tell us something else is true. Next, I suppose they’ll tell us that bloodletting is no longer a cure for the common cold!
Our rights are written down in black and white, and the experts told us that these rights are inalienable and can never be lost or taken away. At one time we all had the right, by law, to bear arms. People used to go to the local pubs, drink until they puked, shoot the rafters of the pub, and then go home and sleep it off. Now if you bring a gun into a tavern you are one dead SOB!
Furthermore, the right to bear arms has been altered by law so many times by so many amendments that most of us can’t even be in the same room with a firearm or we are arrested and given a felony conviction as a reward. We used to be innocent until proven otherwise. Now we are guilty until we prove we are innocent.
Everything we do, everything we eat and everything we buy is regulated and repeatedly taxed until prices are so high on everything that only the affluent can afford the staples needed for a healthy, productive life. Nature smiles at the union of freedom and equality in our utopias, for freedom and equalities are sworn enemies and when one prevails the other dies. To check the growth of inequality, liberty must be sacrificed.
At one time, doctors were the good guys. Every town had a doctor that everyone loved and respected. My, how that has changed. Today doctors are drug dealers for the pharmaceutical companies. The rich pay $30 and $40 per pill, and the poor don’t get any at all. As it stands, the rich can purchase organs from the poor so they can live longer than the rest of us.
Medical treatment has evolved from bloodletting to the injection of lethal radioactive, whatever the hell it is, directly into their patients’ bloodstreams as a “cancer cure.” There are pills for this and pills for that, and now they tell us that placebos work just as well. Codswallop, I say, codswollap!
We are told to practice a good health regime by exercise, education and eating well. A good look at all of these practices will expose the nature of greed behind them. Large business entities have a hand and now a foot in the get healthy schemes. Our education systems are directed at avenues toward the greatest paycheck instead of knowledge. We are told to eat more vegetables but they don’t advertise the need to wash iceberg lettuce in warm soapy water with a brush to remove pesticides.
The relative equality of Americans before 1776 has been overwhelmed by a thousand forms of physical, mental, and economical differentiation, so the gap between the wealthiest and the poorest is now greater than at any time since Imperial plutocratic Rome. War is a constant of history that has not diminished with civilization or democracy.
Of the last 3,600 years or so, less than 300 have seen no war. The causes of war are the same causes of competition among individuals for pride, desire for food, land, materials, fuel and mastery over others. If we follow the usual course of history, we should make war upon others for fear of what they may do to a generation yet unborn.
I can see our progress and techniques are involved with some tincture of evil with good. Our comforts and conveniences have weakened our physical stamina and our moral fiber follows closely. Our means of locomotion are used to facilitate crime and to kill our fellow man and ourselves. We double and triple our speed, but we shatter our nerves in the process. It turns out that we are the same apes at a thousand miles an hour as we were when we used our legs.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. When it comes right down to it, life is what you make it for yourself. I am older now and have seen much of what is going on in the world. I have resorted to self-isolation to survive. I strive to surround myself with those I can trust to do the right thing should the need arise.
Wealth has nothing to do with my life now. When I hear others say something about a friend who may have money that I feel is derogatory, it forces me to open my eyes to see what is what. When others talk of greed or struggling for the almighty dollar I see something much different in this little community of mine. I see people around me working very hard to keep others working.
Jobs are not natural. Someone must create them and nurture them so that most of the time the employer outworks the employee and suffers twice as much. Most work eight hours and then sit on the couch watching TV while others worry about local economies and unemployment statistics.
With our endless capacity for fretting, no matter how many difficulties we surmount or how many ideals we realize, we shall always find an excuse for being magnificently miserable. I’m past all of that now because I am older and somewhat wiser. (I think) I still work, but not for money. I choose to give my labor as a gift to those I feel deserve it, and deserve it they do. I don’t care what anyone thinks about that either, because I know what I’m doing and I will keep on doing it as long as I can, for it is labor of love.