It’s like we’re standing around pointing at, staring at and arguing about what made the huge hole in the roof of the house that we live in.
Some of us are jumping hot, convinced that our neighbor planned it . We come up with the idea that he could have only done it by dropping a boulder of unimagineable size with the assistance of a crane. To the ones who scoff at that, we have an “under cover of night” theory. Where the “villian” is renting equipment, setting things up and even (according to an adament few) using some sort of specially formulated oil to muffle the squeaks and clangs of late night bangery.
Others are choosing to believe the roof had some sort of manufacturing flaw. A flaw that didn’t rear it’s ugly head until it was too late.
Then there is a high strung minority that insists that we’re being punished from some sort of jealous entity in the sky…for daring to use the wrong material in the first place.
When it doesn’t even matter anymore..we stand around and scream and argue on how this hole appeared.
As if our furniture isn’t getting soaked by each rainfall that passes.
As if the rest of the exposed structure isn’t getting weathered and threatening to crash inwards if we don’t do something more productive then snap our yaws and fight one another. .
Like a bunch of foolish children, unaccustomed to or familiar with the notion of moving on and fixing things.
The damage is done.
We’ve watched the light vanish out of our children’s’ eyes. And we have watched nearly everything our ancestors held sacred in the matters of privacy, intimacy and dignity undergo a bizarre and sickening death.
We are living with our heads in virtual clouds enjoying the best that imagination can offer while refusing to notice that very real shackles have been slipped onto our hands and ankles.
From not being allowed to spend one’s own money where and how we want, to what we’re allowed to look at while engaged in matters that should never…ever…have been legislated over by a force of other mere mortal humans.
We are now in that stage of Slavery the wise have always known as the final stage of any organized civilization’s lifespan.
To continue bickering over how the destruction was brought about, purposefully allowed or naturally evolved, means that much is being ignored.
Things that others are making sure they do “for” us. And it’s not being done with our happiness in mind, but rather for the sake of maintaining more efficient Producers and Consumers.
It would be nice, and arguably necessary, to discuss matters of things gone sideways for the sake of prevention in the future. After all, we are fond of somberly exclaiming that we need to “always remember” in order to not “repeat our past mistakes”.
But, we’re no more capable nor willing to accomplish this, if we’ve ever accomplished it at all.
Even with something as simple to remember the dangers of strangers reporting on you, or you reporting on them.
All it takes for most of us is a “nice” face with a big smile speaking the words “I promise” and ” to keep you safe”.. for us to guiltlessly excuse ourselves from the table to go running back to our rooms to play with whatever oddball nonsense grown adults have no business playing at in the first place; as if we were still children convinced there are other “real” adults to keep the world running.
Back to that hole in our roof. We need to fix it and make living conditions underneath it better. Damned be arguing the cause of it. Especially if “The Cause” is and has been carelessly immune to the dismayed outcries from the likes of Us for the longest time.
There is zero value in exhausting each other with constant abuses. This finger pointing and name calling until we’re so steeped in self pity and depression that the precious few priveleges we’re allowed to keep fail to provide any comfort at all-aside from where the “hole makers” end up warehousing us or what they’ll be medicating us with.
Yes, the damage is done.
There’s also no better opportunity
… to repair our wounds, for ourselves, before the mandatory intrusions into our lives are set in stone.
..to better reinforce our structure; as this “hole” is promising to collapse the entire roof of our house.
The following links are some of the reasons we need to do our best to deal with the devastations we’ve been left with. And we must try our best to do it without being treated as if we were livestock, without a say nor choices.
One doesn’t need to investigate too far or long to know how the “kind hand offering assistance” usually turns into a strong arming “you will..or else.”
The only plans of actions coming our way are state sponsored/mandated power plays for our home lives and our children..without our permission.
Being monitored and surveilled, like things to be studied, without our permission.
With zero explanation of “where IT came from” and most certainly no apologies forthcoming.
Current reassurance that Thimerasol (ethylmercury)is NOT dangerous by the CDC
This section (also current) hints at certain “uncertainty” by the CDC and their “being concerned enough” to ‘stop’ it. There’s even a little side note of how difficult it is in a world with other sources of mercury. How oh so very thoughtful of them.
(photo taken from FDA website https://www.fda.gov/BiologicsBloodVaccines/SafetyAvailability/VaccineSafety/UCM096228#nolink)
In my layman opinion, it’s a sober and grey illustration of that old saying about the “horse having bolted after the gate was left open” .
And then finally..
from a 2017 report (new and current), evidence stating that it IS dangerous after all.
“Alkyl Mercury-Induced Toxicity: Multiple Mechanisms of Action”
(note green highlighted section)
If doubt or shock prevents one from understanding what this might say about, not only the last twenty years, but possibly decades of possible mercurial poisoning, here is an excerpt.
Note the red will sound familiar to countless parents who endured the nightmares of watching their infants pass into an ongoing and devastating change, away from the lives intended for them, after vaccinations.
Note the green is an all too familiar and growing epidemic of brain injury traits that millions of us across this world are watching our loved ones suffer from-if we aren’t, ourselves, part of the older and comparatively luckier cases from when ASDs were taken for granted as rare events.
Traits and injuries that are and will affect the very fabric of what we once understood to be a functioning society of human beings.
(photo from link https://www.sciencedirect.com/topics/pharmacology-toxicology-and-pharmaceutical-science/mercury-poisoning)
With somber realization, one would have to take a very long stretch to NOT see the connection-not the other way around.
We need to save our house. Keep an eye on what is being planned for our house. For us and the children we wish to hold onto and raise as our own-not as slaves to be done with as other humans feel the need to do with them.
In a world where all media channels churn out “news” for our rabid consumption, we need to pay attention to the events our “dear media” is strangely silent about. Such as the findings referenced above and international collaborative events such as this one taking place in less than a few months.
photo By ekim