fascism, (r)evolution and avenues for change
by phee
As if we needed another that Merrica is a fascist state. I got this from an English-teacher friend’s private blog:
Every single kid in my class of 30 had been aggressively pursued by the military. Every single one of them. Several months of daily phone calls–some more than once a day. They talked about how the recruiters had followed kids around in high school, zeroing in on the insecure or unhappy-looking ones. How they came and hung out in the library on campus even though we’ve barred them.
Apparently every high school in the country must allow recruiters in or lose federal funding–just one of the many wonders of the “No Child’s Behind Left” program.
What can be said to that? As a Canadian, I am beyond stunned. I can’t imagine, though it makes me wonder, is the Canadian military doing this kind of thing now too? What with its freshly-coined copycat rhetoric about ‘heroes sacrificing themselves for a just cause’ that they are spouting–even, God be gobsmacked, our venerable peacenik CBC Radio people, anything seems possible. I am hearing a distinct faux-patriotic tone in much of what is spouted over the Canadian airwaves these days.
So Merrica is a fascist state, and Kanaduh is panting like an eager puppy fetching sticks for its master. What are we doing? And what can we, the peephole, do? I look around me at the avenues recommended–protest marches, letters to the editor, to our MP, all of that–and none of it looks productive. Protests are ignored by the powers that be, as are protest letters in the print media and to politicians. Where are the effective avenues for change in the modern age?
Right now, the online Information Age is exploding. How that will change the face of life on earth is yet to be seen, but that it is changing is apparent. The flood of individual stories, opinions and perspectives on the great issues that concern us today, coming through so many media at once via the blogosphere and various alternative media available online ranging from crackpot to eruditely concerned are connecting the dots of the synaptic system formed by the collective brain cells of individual humans. We are Earth’s thoughts, thinking out loud.
If this is true, as I and many others with certain senses, perceptions and experiential perspectives have come to believe, then the Internet is Earth’s own evolution in action, and these words and the words and experience of my friend and so many others crying foul via the e-thers must eventually have an effect.
There. I’ve talked myself into believing that the act of writing these thoughts is worthwhile, regardless of what my ‘why bother?’ self might want to point out. Each blogger, bored blatherer and bleeding heart is working together to teaching the Big Us that war in all its grisly and subtle forms is simply, intrinsically inimical and repulsive to the human heart. The voice of collective will may well lead to awakening the numb ones who are as yet unaccustomed to or incapable of listening to their hearts.
I foresee a day when more and more people take to the road, unplug from their plugged-in thing-worshiping life-denying lifestyles and go forth to spread the subversive word. May it be so. Perhaps we can change the world.
Come to think of it, in a month or so I will likely be living in my van. Where will I go? What will I do? Well. The future is open, and I hear voices calling. Perhaps it’s time to take my show on the road.