As we watch the events of the last week unfold: the Freedom Convoy, demonstrations in Ottawa, followed by other demonstrations across Canada and now Freedom Convoys happening or being planned around the world, I, like many others, feel a sense of pride and hope that hasn’t been felt in a few years. I’ve chatted with many people over the past few days who are relating a feeling of happiness to the point of tears from the simple realization that they are not alone. That, amongst all those who have had their voices censored over the past years, there are a large number of people who believe just as strongly in individual freedoms as they do.
The Writing
Life happens pretty quickly these days. Before we have a chance to analyze what just happened, we're already on to the next thing. It's probably important to slow up the train sometimes, pull out our magnifying glasses and take a closer look at what life is really trying to tell us. And there are probably great writers who can help us understand just what it is exactly that we are to make of all of it. I am not one of those writers. Instead I prefer to speed along ever faster and make inane observations of things I barely have left myself time to understand. If that sort of thing appeals to you then please to enjoy what you find below.
Recent Writing
Say What You Say
I’m listening to Dave Matthews, who I used to hate on principal, but had never listened to. It’s just one’s duty to hate the douchebags. I forget to check for myself if he was a douchebag or not.
I’ve done that a lot. Assumed some knowledge I don’t have because other ignorant people seem to know something. But nothing says they’re not douchebags too. In fact, I’ll say they are and I am too.
Dreaming of a Better Sheep
You know what they should say about thinking: if you’re unable to do it for yourself there will always be somebody else to do it for you, or more correctly you’ll always be somebody else’s dupe.
I’d say, in general, the people I interact with daily, don’t view things the same way as the governments and the medias. Yet, one could get the impression that we have all lost our mind, and that’s the problem with the ignorant. They’re always the most judgemental and the loudest. Turns out it only takes about 20 million of them or so to convince the other 7 billion people that 20 million is a majority.
Or One Might Not
Humans are interesting creatures.
Always preferring to choose what is easy over what is hard.
It’s impossible to be surrounded by these creatures the whole of ones life, and to be one of these very same creatures, and not understand the decisions one faces and the desire to choose the easy path oneself, and not see clearly that the majority of those in ones company, have faced and chosen similarly.
And maybe even to suppose that the easy choice is in fact, the righteous choice.
Until, perhaps, those decisions lead where they most often do, and worse decisions made to assuage them and worse again until one is left to wonder if the weight of ones own human condition is enough to flatten one where one stands.
Poetry Corner
a skunks lament
I smell something, it thinks
is all it can think
i think
when all I can smell
is it
surely thinking
i smell something, i think
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