Miniature Mind Musings #11:

Are there infinite levels to this lowness, or is there a sale on somewhere?

Blink for one minute…

Sheesh!

I don’t think words like “politics” or “leadership” are gonna be definitions that leave the masses feeling all warm and fuzzy inside anymore for a long time.

I would smack the living daylights out of the ones who have it coming if I thought it would make a difference. Presently, methinks the great leveller would be the destruction of every category of weapon, as well as the military manufacturers, from minuscule to gargantuan.

Sure, some people might complain.

But the only battles taking place would be with fists, rocks, and sticks.

Some desperate degenerates might stoop to spitting or chucking excrement and other body fluids at each other.

Eww.

The result would be the same.

I would wager that the constant sitting behind desks and delivery of public addresses, in addition to flying to global summits and conferences, detracts somewhat from physical fitness levels.

Shortest. Fights. Ever.

Acquisition and maintenance of power, money, and resources have sent some bipeds with titles over the edge. It’s not enough for them to stay in their own geographical location and be 'sons-of-biscuit-eaters.' They want to share their 'sons-of-biscuit-eatery-ness' with places that don’t want any.

Not even a little bit.

Say “Nasty ass messy ludicrousness” five times fast.

Who knew that Saturday morning cartoon plots of yesteryear were a forecaster of the future?

There truly lived and breathed deranged mortals set on world domination.

If you knew, why didn’t you tell me back then?

My young mind was not equipped to see such animated prophecies. I simply wanted to eat my Coco Puffs while enjoying some Scooby Doo before I started obligatory Saturday chores.

Now the deficiencies of the then educational system become evident. We needed doctorates, employment experience, geopolitical connections, and top-tier research under our belts, etc., before reaching our first decade on the planet to have the wherewithal to deal with the rampant depravity and idiocy, furrowing away with dastardly schemes aplenty.

Decidedly unrealistic, but true.

I know it’s raining nastiness in a lot of places out there.

There will be no throwing in of towels. No fear-induced mania running amok rendering catatonic states. No collective commiseration of doom and gloom. No binge-drinking or mind-numbing pharmaceuticals to drown out the realities existing in the right now.

We have work to do.

This is a pivotal time in history to let your voice be recorded to show where you stood.

We are not rolling over and waving any white flags around here. We are angry and disgusted, but are more effective remaining clearheaded and strategic.

Form support groups: Two people (minimum) = You’re not alone.

Create thinktanks: Find ways to assist, educate, and bring about positive change right where you are.

Connect over activities that replenish the soul: Gardening, artwork, volunteering, book clubs, community cooking/eating, nature hikes, open mic nights, dance, stargazing nights, (add more here_____________.) Then keep on keeping on.

Isolation, despair, and terror make for easier control of the masses. That feels awful, and I don’t want awful for you.

Close ranks.

Don’t let the current state of geopolitics and global atrocities get you down.

Life did not begin, nor does it end with these people. History bears witness that leaders/empires come and leaders/empires go.

Those bad guys didn’t win before when the cartoon credits started rolling back then, and they AIN’T about to win now.

Me: ‘Memba dat.

You: No more sitting down on the sidelines.

“Hmmm!” and “Hooo!” moments…

Speak the truth, even if your voice shakes. — Maggie Kuhn