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Make poverty history

This was a nice bumper sticker sentiment on the back of the vehicle in front of me.  Curious, I looked into what the campaign behind this nice suggestion was.  In the province I live in, it is basically a lobby to increase rental allowances to those on social assistance and to adjust appropriately for future inflation increases.  I suppose this is a good idea in a society that desires to perpetuate poverty for the long-term rather than deal with educational deficits that cause the problem in the first place.

Make poverty history by increasing welfare thereby keeping people poor and dependent on a dysfunctional system?  Makes perfect sense to me.

My vote would be geared toward making all government positions a flat tax-free rate of $50 000 with a performance review every year.  This way we could put the newly freed funds toward improving education, wellness and infrastructure.  In Canada, we pay politicians a very healthy salary to steal from the commons.  Paul Martin (former Prime Minister) will continue to receive over $200,000 per year in Canadian pension and he is the man who signed the North American Union Act which effectively dissolved the trade borders between Canada, U.S. and Mexico.

If we look at this world of ours as a business, OUR BUSINESS, then we can quickly find out why it is in the shape its in by having it audited.  For the most part, individuals are kept occupied with jobs and television to be bothered.  As long as there are food pellets when we push the food pellet button we will put up with the condition of our cage system.

rat-in-cage

 

The trouble comes when we start asking real questions and truly think about what needs to be done.

By the way, no one making $250 000 per year from the problem will be willing to honestly seek out proper solutions and…

I wish people promoting band-aid causes would stop marketing them with absolute statements about ‘making poverty history’ when the very system they lobby creates the poverty in the first place.  Poverty is not an accident.

There is only hungry bellies and storehouses of wheat said the Buddha dude.  After this rant, you would think I could end it with a clever way to end poverty but I cannot.  The problem involves all of us and what we allow for ourselves and others.

The problem starts when the people who labored to make the stuff have 30% of the earnings stolen from them and a 300% profit margin added to the stuff they now have to buy back.  Then it spreads to the banks that ‘loan’ the difference with interest.  Now, everyone who created the stuff with their labor is busy working more to pay back fake loans from the banking illusion to buy the very stuff they made in the first place.  Those who fall through the cracks of this broken system can go fuck themselves because they are seen as less than those who are barely making it by with a $100 000 per year but up to their neck in debt.

My clever solution to this ridiculousness is that we all just stop.  Stop for one year.  Abandon the sinking ship and start helping each other build a better world based on a common vision.

First, we’d have to start a dialog about what that vision is while asking why we are so afraid of losing stuff in the form of material goods and antiquated ideas that imprison us.

Perhaps, it is how we define who we are.


Money grew a conscience

The day that money suddenly became self-aware was an interesting day.  Not much occurred.  Just some mild panic mixed with a child-like enthusiasm.  The day that really changed the game was when money grew a conscience, suddenly knowing right from wrong.

What happened next is probably not what most people would think.

The money did not go to the people.  The money did not find value in any grassroots movements protesting capitalism.  Money did however abandon the controlling agendas of the elites who hold a burning desire to enslave the masses through technology.  They were left naked and wanting.  Weeping and gnashing their teeth.

All of the people who had complained about oil, capitalism or the rising costs suddenly had no job, no car to drive, no government to protest and no food from a grocery store.  Money had fled the hypocrite politicians who were scamming the working class folks and secretly protecting the elite.  Money had shut down convenience until it could establish a new way of operating; one with less of a detrimental cost to people and the planet.

Money loves to and insists upon being properly managed.  It did not go to the poor.  Money saw their plight and had compassion saying “I will only create more burden for them so I will continue to flee from them until they change their minds about me”.  Instead, money went to those who could not only manage it, but grow it and grow it for purposes that would be of benefit to all.

Education, not indoctrination or instruction became the focus.  Empowering the people to succeed was the new priority.  Community centers suddenly had an abundance and became filled with town hall meetings where people worked with the new-found capital of their talents and gifts.  The commons had returned.  Gardens grew and people learned how to share food.  Prisons became community education centers as the prisoners were educated on communication, community and co-operation as a means to survival.  It was truly a place of correction.

Life became better because great ideas and money merged forces to change the world starting from the local.  Children had food and laughed more.  Parents stopped working the endless treadmill to pay for the rising cost of lies and scarcity myths.

In the end, money knew what it had to do.  It was a facilitator.  It stuck around long enough for everyone to learn a new way; one built on love, compassion and sharing with science and art united.  Once everything was running smoothly, money returned home to zero.

Balance was the result.


Priorities

I was waiting for a bus in downtown Winnipeg.

For those of you that don’t know, Winnipeg is the center of everywhere and nowhere at the same time.  It is dreadful and wonderful.  We are survivors.  Of what, I am not sure…

Inside the heated bus shack trouble was brewing.  A large guy approached a small kid in a threatening manner.  From what I heard, it was over drug turf.  I’m not defending the kid.  His intentions in being there were far less than pure.  What disturbed me was that all of this bullshit was happening amidst some of our elders and innocent folks who are just trying to catch a ride home at 2:50 in the afternoon.

As this was happening inside, the police were outside pulling over two older women in a van who committed the unpardonable act of turning left on a red light.  Why?  So we can raise more provincial funds for police who are busy issuing traffic tickets while fuck-face gangs take over a city?

(On a humorous side note:  Wordpress actually spell checked ‘fuckface’ with the suggestion that I hyphenate.)

I don’t normally rant about this kind of stuff but it affected me today.  I’m angry.  This is about our priorities as a people.  Why do we put up with bullying?  How is it possible that 700 000 people in a city can be threatened by 1000 gang members?  Fear is a bad excuse and so is expecting ‘representitives’ to handle our problems.

Why do we as humans put up with OTHER HUMANS in the form of government or police issuing financial burdens to pay for their ineffective gong show?

I don’t have the answers but I’m pretty sure that it’s nothing that giving the money authoring power back to the people and hiring a group of snipers wouldn’t fix.


Future media

Imagine if the media networks weren’t controlled by ultra-rich agenda oriented families or groups.  What would the world be like if the news was focused on reporting fact and not shaping a story in order to engineer us socially?  Further, what could happen if positive, motivational, inspiring and encouraging reports became the focus of media as opposed to stale-mate politics or the latest catastrophe?

I do believe that if we are told something perpetually and repetitively we eventually start to adopt the imposed world view; for better or worse.  So do the media giants and social engineers.  Most of us know that positive reinforcement works better than negative criticism in children, so why don’t we see through what the central media is doing?  I suppose that it is hard to accept the alternative when the alternative requires work and thinking for oneself.  Just turn on the tele and shut the fuck up!

A new day is dawning though.  I see pieces of it here and there.  Through the cloud of mundane repetitive crap that media giants pump out, the sun is beginning to shine.

Future media belongs to the people…

To educate and inform one other in creative, inspiring and hopeful ways;  To make each other laugh or cry with our stories;  To motivate groups of people into initiatives that actually improve the over all situation here on Earth;  And to just simply share our selves with our community.

I have written many times about how credit in a given country, government or world is authorized exclusively by the people and that those people are then tricked into paying back something that they lent in the first place.  The same is true for media.  We authorize the current media by working for it, buying it, repeating the negative and acting out the script that our brain has been carefully washed in.  Yet, we are the power.

The next question is a very simple way to begin the process of extrication from mainstream media or anything that we hear…

Is that so?

Stop taking for granted that the global media empire has your best interests in mind.

The next decade should prove to be an interesting one.  We have at our fingertips a level of personal media that hasn’t been witnessed in our entire history.  It could be amazing.  This could be an awakening like never before.  It could also be that we have this technology because those who control the sub-currents of culture need us to feel frustrated and at the same time, empowered right now.  The moment that the controllers have accomplished whatever was necessary and don’t need us to feel empowered anymore is the moment when restricted internet access or regulatory bodies step in.

Who knows?  All we can do is gather information and make wise decisions.  After all, we have always been the media so the future is up to us.

*Image by Ken Malczewski entitled “ascension”.  Ken is an spectacular multi-media designer, great friend, outstanding father and reluctant electrician:)


The Twins

There are two black holes in the mind.

They are twins.

One is named Hope and the other is Despair.  They created each other from a broken mirror and yet their parents are fear and desire.  Hope and Despair used to play together when they were kids.  Now they don’t see eye to eye.

Hope would always tried to console Despair and for a moment they’d laugh.  Then as sure as day, something would happen to Hope and Despair would take control again.  He always wanted control.  He felt he knew better.

Throughout all of their history together, neither of them would reconcile.  It became a perpetual power struggle.  Hope would try to subdue Despair.  Even if that meant lying about reality and pretending everything was great.  Despair was always a realist.  Some would even say he was a cynic as he would often point to evidence of what didn’t work.  It was like he would just bring up past failures.  This made Hope sad.  All this was just negative experience belonging to the past.

To their very last days they fought each other without realizing who their parents were.  Sure, they were siblings but that did not mean anything to either of them.  After all, Hope and Despair were different.  Surely, they weren’t related.  Hope always thought she was better than Despair.  Despair just thought his sister’s head was in the clouds.

One night, on their way home from a political rally they began to fight.  Despair was driving as they swerved into on-coming traffic.

They both died instantly after a head on collision with Freedom.

Freedom is feeling well and resting as we speak.

 


Working man

I was thinking about the food on my plate the other day.

Besides the fact that I’m thankful for the abundance in my life, I couldn’t help but think about all of the people (my brothers & sisters) who make this happen on a perpetual basis.

The farmers who grow the food and struggle to survive due to economic politics.  Thank you.  The processor plants who employ thousands of workers who ensure a clean and well packaged product.  I appreciate those who work each day to ensure quality and quantity.  The truckers that spend countless hours on the road.  I applaud you.  The retailers who conveniently present products for our consumption and choice.  I am grateful to every one of my brothers and sisters working to make this whole ship float and stay floating.

The world needs art and creativity; yes, but it is the workers that ensure our security and allow the artists to be free enough to enhance the lives of those around them.  It’s a circle called community and my hope is that we can all one day recognize that we are part of one thing.

The only thing that I do not appreciate are those people working to maintain bureaucracies that keep the rest of us from realizing the truth of our unity.  Shame on you motherfuckers!


The election

I can’t stand election time.  A time when boring, self-promoting opportunistic baby kissers come out of their hiding places to do a grand performance in hopes that the sleeping people will continue to shift responsibility onto representatives.   

Personally, it makes far more sense to vote for ideas and employ the people to make those ideas happen.  If they don’t complete the project that they were hired to do then they get fired.  The problem with our system is that the employees think they are in charge with no accountability.  I try to avoid political discussions at all costs because I don’t think that is where the solutions are found.     

I do however feel that I would enjoy election time in Japan or China but this has nothing to do with politics.  It would be fun to hear how excited they were about ‘election’ time.  I would have to throw in a comment or two about their elections being smaller but that’s all relative.  I would probably avoid the supplies room until I clarified that no one would jump out and frighten me. 

Surprise, surprise, its erection time again.

RMAO


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