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– Enoch

The Cancer of Nothingness

The dictionary has a rather curious (to my mind) definition for the word “cancer” –

The disease caused by an uncontrolled division of abnormal cells in a part of the body.

First off, I do not regard cancer as a disease. A disease spreads through replication from host to host. A cancer dies with the host. You may want to think of cancer as a disease, but I say it is a symptom of a more subtle and pervasive systemic failure.

A cancer succeeds in destroying its host – and thus itself – by spreading in a geometric fashion at a rate which cannot be matched by the host’s innate defense system. Unless the host is capable of treating itself to halt the spread of the cancer – or receives aid from an external source to accomplish that task – the host will perish.

And so it goes with a culture or society.

Consider those members of any culture or society who do not have an authentic understanding of what it means to be a harmonious and conscious existing being. People who have no appreciation of what the true essence of being human – and being more than human – really means.

As their numbers increase (and they are now a majority) the society – the host – is consumed because those people cannot help themselves to defeat the cancer. And, there is no external assistance available to deal with a threat of this magnitude.

The young who do not understand become the middle-aged who do not understand; who then grow old in darkness and error. These people function under the overriding imperative of the proto-human – their behavior is a reflection of a life filled with hate, lust, fear, and avarice.

There is nothing in such people that speaks of evolution or progress – only death and decay – and a foreshadowing of the bestiality to which we may all succumb.

We are losing our culture.

The threads of genuine humanity which bind and hold the fabric of society together are coming undone. It is not the Law or the State which binds society together and gives it meaning. Nor the “invisible hand” of self-interest. It is the desire to cooperate for the mutual advantage of ALL, by moving toward an evolutionary goal where potential equals actualization.

We are beginning to die at an evolutionary impasse.

Unless something is done, unless changes take place, the natural entropy of unconscious evolution – operating through the principle of mindless natural selection – will eliminate humanity. We are not adapting.

The human race – on a limited basis — has finally achieved consciousness. The work of thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of years. We cannot rely on instinct and senseless, mindless, urges of hate, lust, fear and greed in order to progress. In the vast sweep of human time a course of action based on those values was made to function by our ancient ancestors as a successful adaptive strategy – but those times have passed. Only conscious creativity and cooperation will advance us as a species.

If we relinquish our humanity in order to guarantee or own isolated survival, our evolutionary edge as existing beings begins to vanish and we start to slowly sink back into the bestial pits from whence we rose. Consciousness will begin to disappear if we continue to focus on the barbaric urges noted above. Barbaric urges deliberately supported by the status quo who seek only to elevate and maintain their own power and control. Consciousness can be extinguished if we are not careful.

It is already happening.

Our ability to be truly conscious is fading, diminishing. We cannot read, we cannot write, we cannot solve the simplest problems of logic or thought. We have lost intuition and the quest for authentic knowledge. Violence, hate, fear, lust and greed are not just our new idols, they are the mantra that the media, our education system, and our politics is foisting upon us. Our free will is being replaced by a senseless obedience to values which have been externally represented as our “true” human nature. We are being turned into zombies. Into beasts with no self-reflection.

Where are our truly great thinkers? Where is the reverence for thought, ideas, for humanity and Life itself? Instead, we worship at the altar of manufactured celebrity, where people are held aloft for the how they look rather than how they think. It is more about the content of the characters we pretend to be than the content of our true nature.

Who has seen love? Where is compassion? What has happened to honor and integrity?

The world does not end with a bang or a whimper. It ends with a snarl – the snarl of animal fury escaping from the lips of people who have lost their humanity.

We cannot live in human society because we are not adjusting to the strains and demands that technology and increasing human reproduction are placing on us. Our minds are not employed in thinking, but in reacting. We are not active; we are passive, always responding to the next crisis – real or manufactured. We are not creative, but sensual. We feel, but we do not understand. And, saddest of all, many of us do not wish to understand. We prefer the cool and comforting security of the State’s womb.

Violence has increased beyond all rational levels, and no theory can adequately account for it. Awareness – increased consciousness achieved through introspection and projection – envisions an optimal world-structure, but then encounters actuality which is imposed by external powers. The hopelessness that the individual experiences when making futile attempts to change things – to stop the spread of the cancer – yields nothing but frustration, anger, rebellion, violence and, ultimately, resignation.

And in today’s world what is it that we encounter in our experience with the “actuality” of the world that so disheartens and tears at our soul?

The cancer of Nothingness. Nihilism. Nãda. That is to say –

…the rejection of all religious, ethical and moral principles, often in the belief that life is meaningless.

Isn’t this what the modern world offers us? God is dead. The State rules. The individual can accomplish nothing on their own – and yet all we do is pursue the hedonistic and narcissistic celebration of the Self. We are offered nothing in return for our faith but empty promises. Only ignorance brings bliss. The ignorance of the animal.

Perhaps not to think at all is best.

It is the cancer of Nothingness. We lash out at this cancer, to crush it, slash it, slay it, kill it. To no avail — so let me have drugs to ease my mind, to allow me to forget and permit me to embrace the Nothingness and not to think. Madness, violence, hate – we wish to be animals, roaming mindless through the world, feeling, feeling, sensual – but not thinking.

And as far from understanding as the ruling elite desires.

This, then, is our cancer. I do not need to elaborate on the many facets of its true being – simply open your eyes and look around. See its roots, its virulence. The cancer has the same sad desire to consume the host – and in the process, die.

There is no understanding of the future consequences of present actions. That is a cancer.

We are faced with a choice – those of us that are still human – we must move forward as humans, yes, but we must focus on increased awareness and consciousness. To bring into reality a world where potential really does equal actualization. Where we see the hope of that potential and not the false and often manipulated inequity of circumstance.

We must not allow ourselves to slip back growling and whining into the twilight — to once again gather in packs and herds — to crawl insensate before our masters with the slavish peace of the beast reflected in our mindless gaze.

Don’t just be – become.


Unstable Fable

I am comfortably ensconced in my study – okay, fine, it’s my living room recliner – contemplating my awesome Ranger Creek Oatmeal Pale Ale and thinking about my friend Tucker.

Tucker is in the movie business. Makes those animated features. Think Pixar and Disney.

Well, without the billions of dollars, hundreds of employees, or fancy equipment.

Mostly he works on grants from the government. Hey, it’s an honest living. Sort of.

Anyway, I’ve known Tuck for an ungoodly number of years and although we don’t always see eye-to-eye on politics (he’s a semi-close-minded leftist Liberal and I’m a semi-closed-minded middle-right Conservative) we still find enough common ground to be friends.

Mostly centered on tennis, fine whiskey, good-looking women, and pleasant conversation. Not always in that order.

Tuck calls me about this new animated movie he’s making. He’s excited and wants to get together to talk about it. It will involve some of that common ground I mentioned earlier, namely the fine whiskey and pleasant conversation.

And — if I know Tuck — he’ll want to meet at his favorite pub; a joint called Born to Hang.

I think additional common ground will be there – the good-looking women part.

So, we do indeed meet at the pub. Nice place. Lots of wood. Women in short kilts. We get a booth.

“Enoch, this movie will be epic,” he says as we slide into our seats.

“You say that about every movie you’ve ever made,” I comment, remembering that a good friend’s most important job is to keep his or her friend grounded in reality.

In response to the uncommon ground’s question about what we wanted to drink, we both ordered a small draft Stella and a shot of that fine whiskey I mentioned earlier. Tuck went with Crown and I opted for Rebecca Creek. Think global, act local, you might say.

“This movie is special,” he said and rubbed his hands together like a gleeful mad scientist.

I spread my own hands out in a kind of okay, humor me gesture and simply stated, “Convince me.”

“It’s about a farm,” Tuck began, “and the animals that live around it.”

I smiled innocently. “You haven’t lost me yet.” I got a smirky fake scowl in return for my obvious sarcasm.

He was quite animated. “The animals are in a constant battle with the farmer – call him Mr. Farmer for now – as they try to survive each day.” If he was this worked up already, I hesitated to think what the adult beverages might do to him. Still, he was fully grown.

“Mr. Farmer is a big hunter then?” I asked. If the animals feared for their survival, this seemed a reasonable question.

“What?” Tuck said as the drinks were delivered and we were momentarily distracted until the common ground walked away. Well, as she walked away.

“Mr. Farmer is a hunter?” I repeated, knowing that Tuck was momentarily distracted.

“No, but he does shoot, trap, and otherwise harass the poor animals as they try to eat the crops.” He takes a sip of beer. I want to say something but Tuck is too quick. “You have to keep in mind these animals are really hip and cool, making snappy cultural jokes, and generally making you laugh.”

I wasn’t really laughing. “The animals who steal the farmer’s food?”

Tuck seems insulted. “The farmer is producing way more food than he can possibly need.”

I take a sip of cold beer and slowly shake my head. I speak gently. “He sells the rest.”

“He is selling FOOD, Enoch,” Tuck said with obvious distaste. “Making a profit off of something that everyone has a right to have.” He looked at me with a kindly expression. “The animals only want to live.”

I exhale. Take another – longer – sip of beer. “He’s an entrepreneur, Tuck. He bought the land. He cultivates it, plants the seeds, feeds and waters the plants, and then harvests them.”

“All for his own selfish benefit,” Tuck said in slight exasperation. He takes a long slurp of beer.

“He’s willing to work at it. Others are not.” I am trying calmly to explain this.

“That’s because they’re animals, Enoch, they don’t know how to farm.” Tuck was very indignant. “If the farmer doesn’t want the animals to steal his food, he should distribute some to the animals.”

I frowned. “They’re animals, Tuck. They don’t produce anything.”

“They exist, Enoch – you have to take care of them.” He seemed defiant as he picked up his shot glass. We are neat guys, in a manner of speaking.

It was my turn to scowl. “This animated movie sounds like a critique of Capitalism,” I said with a smile. “With Mr. Farmer cast in the role of the evil corporate exploiter of his fellow humans.”

“The animals deserve to survive,” Tuck said defensively.

“And the farmer – who has worked his ass off to make his crops grow – deserves the right to defend them against thieves.” I took a sip of whiskey to hide my foul expression.

“No one owns the land,” Tuck said lamely.

“Tuck, you are an idiot,” I replied and stood up. “See you around.”

Which is how I ended up in my recliner thinking about Tuck and wondering how such a nice guy could end up being so freaking stupid.

Bottoms up.


Worry and Vexation, Update One

All of the people I have interacted with lately have been commenting to me on what a grumpy, grouchy, cantankerous bass turd I have become.

I stopped the other day to ponder this development, and to consider what has caused this predicament – I have certainly not always been this way — I want to understand the process that has transformed me from a friendly and light-hearted soul into a sullen and ill-tempered lump of flesh.

I worry too much.

Having come to this conclusion, I decided to make a list.

This was another in a long line of spectacularly bad decisions, but I’ll trudge on with this story none-the-freaking-less.

So, I started to contemplate and ruminate about what worries and upsets me – things that fill my mind with dread, anxiety, irritation and all manner of vexating thoughts.

Yeah, I know “vexating” is not a word – sue me…

One vital note – the items on this list are in no particular order of priority or importance; I simply jotted things down as they occurred to me. At any one time – based on the media news cycles, individual moods, and sunspot activity, items may rise to the top or sink to the bottom.

Kind of like my attitude.

Anyway, here is the list of things I worry about –

  • NSA and other unauthorized government spying on citizens
  • Takeover of the Health Care Industry by a centralized government
  • Education reform by a centralized government
  • Global warming – fact or nonsense?
  • Possible economic meltdown and devaluation of dollar
  • The Federal Reserve’s control of the dollar and the economy
  • IRS Scandal
  • The IRS, in general
  • Benghazi possible cover-up
  • North Korea and possible use of nukes
  • Iran and possible use of nukes
  • Pakistan and possible use of nukes
  • Use of nukes, in general
  • People seeking world domination
  • Afghanistan
  • Russia and Ukraine
  • Russia, anywhere
  • Chinese economy passing America in size
  • Can we trust the Chinese?
  • Manufactured racism
  • Real racism
  • Reverse racism
  • Middle East tension between Islam and Judaism
  • Syria and chemical weapons
  • Chemical weapons, in general
  • Hatred between Arabs and Persians
  • Extreme weakness of economies in Greece, Spain, Portugal, France, et cetera…
  • Spread of Islamic terror
  • Muslims in American government
  • Intelligence level in America on the decline
  • Bad Hollywood movies
  • Abortion out of control
  • US Border not secure
  • Honeybees dying
  • Bad line calls
  • NASA NEO (Near Earth Objects) colliding with Earth
  • Yellowstone Caldera
  • Volcanoes, in general
  • Nigeria
  • Africa, in general
  • Drug cartels
  • Rise in synthetic drugs
  • Targeted genetic weapons
  • Low interest rates
  • Fire ants, mosquitoes, scorpions, and brown recluse spiders
  • Illegal and Undocumented Workers
  • Benefits paid to illegal aliens which they did not earn
  • Political Corruption
  • Politics, in general
  • Government Fraud and Waste
  • Crony Capitalism
  • Drones
  • Bureau of Land Management land grab
  • Environmental Protection Agency water grab
  • Food & Drug Administration food grab
  • Excessive taxation – city, state, federal
  • Legalization of drugs
  • Rise in prescription drug abuse
  • Online Gambling
  • Stagnant economic growth
  • Massive unemployment
  • Even more massive unemployment among certain demographic groups
  • College graduates with no jobs
  • College graduates moving back home with mom & dad
  • Toll Roads
  • MERS virus
  • Ebola virus
  • Viruses, in general
  • Avian (bird) flu
  • Allergens
  • Socialism
  • Marxism
  • Communism
  • -isms, in general
  • Progressives
  • The Pope wanting to redistribute “benefits”
  • Fanatics of any ilk
  • Federal government control of Internet
  • Federal government control of News Media
  • Federal government, in general
  • Censorship
  • FEMA camps
  • Ceding US sovereignty to the United Nations
  • The United Nations, in general
  • Wasted billions on supposed green energy
  • Sunspot activity and solar flares
  • Changes in the Earth’s magnetic poles
  • Artificial Intelligence and Rise of the Machines
  • Federal government cannot seem to tell the truth
  • Mainstream media does not seem to care about the truth
  • Truth, in general
  • Breakdown of the basic family structure
  • Gun control
  • Sexual Orientation crisis
  • Fluoride
  • Rapidly rising food costs
  • Half the population on food stamps
  • Fast & Furious gun running
  • Gun running in the Middle East
  • Malaysia flight 370
  • Detroit bankrupt
  • Other US cities following Detroit
  • Chicago violence
  • Union corruption
  • Tenure
  • Liberal bias
  • Conservative bias
  • Libertarian bias
  • Human bias
  • Bad drivers

And — sigh — some new ones…

  • MERS Virus
  • Veterans Administration Scandal
  • 10 million people on disability
  • 100 million plus unemployed
  • The coming of the Mahdi
  • Abiotic Oil
  • HO41

Eventually I grew weary and dispirited from adding items to this stinking list, especially as it dawned on me that none of the items from my own uniquely personal worry list were written down. You know, things like pay the bills, headaches at my work, headaches with my significant other, mowing my grass, et cetera, ad nauseum.

After this profound (or amateur found) insight penetrated my bonehead, I realized worrying about such lists – global or personal – was an insidious trap. It was a spiraling vortex from which you cannot escape because – wait for it – there is always something new that will be next on the list to worry about even if you manage not to worry about the item on the list you were currently worrying about…

Good lawd – confusing, but I had cracked the code! Simply stop worrying!

Sadly, that is effing impossible. Rather like getting a politician to cut spending.

Government spending!

Crap – now I have to add that to the list.

I’m going to find a nice quiet place to curl up and worry.


The Perplexity of Life

I am often perplexed about life. As all of us are, from time to time.

The word “perplexity” is most interesting. It is derived from the Latin per- (thoroughly) and plexus, which is a derivative of plectere (plait) and related to plicitum (a folded thing).

I think the foldings and entanglings of the threads of our lives — like real fibers which can be pleated or braided — can be plaited into complex patterns so obtuse that we can be perplexed to the point of lethargy. Taedium vitae. If you aren’t too tired, look it up…

Such consideration often leads to stasis. One stands about foolishly with a glazed look quite unable to do a thing – very unfortunate. I feel like that on Mondays. Geez — today is Monday. From the Anglo-Saxon monandaeg, “the moon’s day”. This day was sacred to the goddess of the moon. And you thought the ancient gods were dead…

There is a peculiar relationship here, though. Pretzel logic. Twisted thinking. Mobius strip. Escher prints. Ouroboros or Uroboros, as the case may be. Uppercase most likely.

You can’t be perplexed unless you actually stop to think about your life, but unless you are perplexed, why should you stop to think about your life? As George Orwell puts it in 1984 –

“To rebel, you must be conscious, but you cannot be conscious until you rebel.”

Fug. Am I conscious? Am I am rebel? Or am I merely dreaming?

Perhaps being perplexed and also stopping to think about it are reciprocal events, both occurring simultaneously?

I would initially say that perplexity is a passive state, yet a condition which naturally leads the energetic soul to introspection. I have been so busy the last few years (like all of us) that I forgot how rewarding introspection can be.

You should try it.

This word “introspect” is derived from the Latin intro- (within) and specere (look), and literally means to look within, or the actual process of self-examination. This self-examination is of the mental and spiritual variety rather than physical, though it can rightly be said that you may encounter lumps or strange growths in the process, though their manifestation is a subtle and difficult thing to isolate. Searching yourself for faults seems somewhat self-defeating — but it is not.

This introspective act is magnificently more involved than merely thinking about one’s self in a purely superficial manner, as in, “Should I play golf tomorrow?” or “What should I wear to the party?”

The very act of introspection is an vital act of aggression.

We often think of aggression as some overt hostile act of violence. Not.

In fact, the Latin is derived from ad- (to) and gradi (step) and so, basically, means to take the first step or actively do something, rather than remaining passive. Do something rather than just sit on your indecisive ass.

So — the first act of introspection is to understand that it involves an act of aggression in that you must resolutely seek to grasp yourself. Your real self.

This is double plus freaking not easy.

The scientific reductionists (reductionism is the attempt to “explain all biological processes by the same explanations that chemists and physicists use to interpret inanimate matter”) and behaviorists would say that, indeed, the very act of trying to get in contact with your “self” is delusional since, in essence, we have no actual “self” which exists outside of the physiological processes which give rise to the illusion of self.

Hmm, if it is self-delusional to attempt it, which “self” are you deluding? Something is certainly being deluded here, and I think it might be certain members of academia. . . education is wasted on the superficially intelligent.

This begs the question, “What is truth?” a question put to the historical figure known as Jesus ben Joseph who stood before Pontius Pilate, Roman governor of Judea in the first century A.D. in the judgment hall of the governor’s palace. Not going all religious on you, just making a salient point.

Since our Western culture is, for the most part, historically grounded in Judaic-Christic roots, we have an interest in the query put forth by Pilate and how it was recorded. Regardless of our ideas about God.

The source documents for much of the Old Testament were written in Greek, which is a bit problematic since Yeshua {Jesus)  probably spoke Aramaic, though arguments can be made that Greek was known to the masses and he could have spoken that language as well. However, the Greek texts are translations of Aramaic, and the Greek word for truth in the question by Pilate is “aletheia,” which is best translated as — “the reality lying at the basis of an appearance; the manifested, veritable essence of a matter” (Cremer).

I suppose Pilate — ever the pragmatic Roman — could just have easily have asked “What is real?” and the answer he would want to hear (we would anticipate) might flow along the lines of, “Whatever Rome says it is,” meaning that truth is malleable and “controlled,” as it were, by those with the power. The State wants to dictate truth. Wow, what a surprise. Those in power want to stay in power.

To explore it further, is truth imposed upon us from an external source — in other words, does it exist as an Absolute which is sought by — but independent to — human inquiry; or is it a distinctly human creation?

From Pilate’s perspective there is no anchor from the flux which is the daily environment. There is only the rule of law embodied in secular Rome. Truth ebbs and flows on the whims of the State and the elite that comprise it. The State reasons thusly — but truth then is nothing but a weapon of those in power. Not really much truth to be had there.

In the end, it depends utterly and completely on whether you believe in truth or Truth?

A difficult decision to be sure – but be happy that you still can make it for yourself and not have it decided for you by the State.

I advise you to think carefully, and do it for your Self.


The Religion of Globular Heating

Let’s talk a little about a subject that heats up the cockles of everyone’s heart – global warming.

It’s no longer supposed to be called that the true believers say – it’s “climate change.” Sounds more better because it’s impossible to deny. Of course it’s bloody impossible to deny — the bloody weather is changing every moment. Sigh.

It started as “global warming” — so I’ll use that moniker.

The apologists who embrace this dogma tout science as the basis and underlying framework within which the absolute truth of global warming is substantiated and given credence. On your knees before the altar of undeniable truth.

Cold weather, warm weather, nice weather, ice melting, ice forming, too much rain, not enough rain – the global warming climate models account for everything. It causes everything. It embraces the world.

I understand now.

The people who endorse global warming do so with the fervor of a religious fanatic. They don’t simply believe in global warming – they worship it. Such people have forsaken logic and reason for a “feeling” that global warming just has to be “true” because — you know — humans are such bad people. Climate sinners, as it were. However, be advised that faith is bad science and hoping that something is true is not a sound strategy for establishing empirical certainty. People who live on hope will die fasting, as old Ben was fond of saying.

Which provides a nice segue way to my critique of a science that is held up as the infallible and incontestable Holy Word for the global warming worshiper. The subtle need of the climate warming supplicant is fulfilled by a science that is less about empirical facts that it is about politicized opinion.

Indeed, I hate to be the one to burst their precious faith bubble, but that “science” is utterly, completely, and hopelessly inconclusive. About as reliable as Chinese drywall.

This irrefutable fact seems to have no effect what-so-freaking-ever on the resolute certitude of the true believer. The zealous adherent of global warming can mock religion as the province of the ignorant mind while endorsing and ballyhooing global warming as though it was a set of immutable facts solemnly handed down by vestment-garbed scientists who chant the Periodic Table and wave their iPads in the air.

The acolyte’s deep need for meaning in their empty lives is somehow assuaged by the thoughtless acceptance of this first convenient truth.

If you still are retaining your faith in global warming – try holding your breath for eight minutes or so. This will greatly reduce carbon dioxide emissions and should have a stimulating impact on the general level of cognitive ability in the human population.


Praise for Exophobe, a novel by D. Kenton Mellott

“This book gave me a thousand natural shocks. My outrageous good fortune to read it!”

     — An anonymous Dane


“I had no will to power off my reading device whilst absorbing Exophobe.”

     — Friedrich Nietzsche



     — Martin Heidegger


“A good read. Yet, all is nada. Nada I say. I’d rather
be hunting.”

     — Ernest H.


“I would storm the gates of the infernus to get a copy.”

     — Durante degli Alighieri


“Down the lane in prostrated ulation. Castigated as winds from bipsy bopsy gods. A book is the book of a book. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.”

     — J. Joyce


“I will represent myself and say that the author is not wholly rational.”

     —A. Schopenhauer


“I never liked Baltimore, but I liked Exophobe. You can quoth me on that.”

     — E.A.P.


In Exophobe, I believe Enoch has found a Fifth Way.

     — P.D. Ouspensky


I had my doubts at first, but I am now happy with Exophobe, I think…

     — Descartes


“Reading Exophobe can make you either happy or miserable. The amount of effort required is the same.”

     — Carlos Castenada


“It felt like I was meant to read this book. I dreamed
about it.”

     — Jung


“I found a typo.”

     — an editor potty-trained with a whip


“It scared the me out of me.”

     — Charles Dickens.


“I am so glad I purchased this tome. It was my finest hour.”

     — Winston C.


“You can’t read it unless you’re conscious, and you can’t be conscious unless you read it.”

     — the other Winston (think Orwell)


Exophobe drove me to drink. I haven’t thanked the
author yet.”

     — W.C. Fields


“I like this book, but I still hate quantum mechanics.”

     — Albert


“I was going to pen a wonderful review, but I’m tired and will think about it tomorrow.”

     — Margaret Mitchell


“It had so many big words!”

     — Winnie. A pooh.


“On my oath, I enjoyed this book.”

     — Hippocrates


“It damaged my calm.”

     — Jayne


“Another bourgeoisie attempt to exploit the proletariat; but I liked it.”

     — Karl


“Karl is full of crap; I did all the hard work. I liked the book as well.”

     — Engels


“Veni, vidi, vendor – I came, I saw, I bought a copy.”

     — Caesar


“You can ‘count’ me in – I liked the book. And pronounce my name correctly!”

     — Alexander Dumas


“He could have described tables better.”

     — Fyodor Dostoyevsky


“As I read the book, I was at war with my feelings, but now I am at peace.”

     — L.T.


“I can’t make you do anything, but your mother would want you to read it.”

     — Sigmund


— Enoch M.

It is Not Racism

We should all be familiar with the succinct and profound military attack plan best expressed as “divide and conquer.”

It is a simple and robustly elegant strategy which is designed to splinter one’s opponent into smaller and more manageable groups incapable of uniting to deal with a common enemy.

Disorganized and isolated groups subject to such a strategy languish in malaise incapable of any unified effort.

The Liberal, Progressive, Marxist, and Socialist Elite use racism to accomplish this against the general populace.

Slow down for just a moment and think about this — we are constantly “informed” that all of us hate people on the basis of the COLOR of their skin. We are repeatedly told by the Liberal, Progressive, Marxist, and Socialist Elite that we are all racists.

You have got to be kidding me — how on earth have any of us been sucked into buying this line of carnival crap? If this is true, then why not hate people on the basis of the color of their shirt, the size of their shoes, or how they comb their hair?

We are letting the race hate-mongers and corrupt politicians control our minds. They are manipulating the EM waves (any digital signals containing data) in order to divide black, brown, white, yellow and whatever color you want to add to the mix.

Separate and equal in chaos — and useless to face the enemy.

It is absolutely NOT the color of a person — not some mere external variable like that — that leads us to dislike someone. It is what lurks INSIDE the other person that repels and irritates us. It is their behavior as a direct expression of what is INSIDE that disturbs us.

What we truly hate is our animal nature.

We have been battling for tens of thousands of years to be human – and be more than human – and what we hate are humans who are NOT truly human, because they act like animals – in point of fact, they ARE animals.

And these non-humans can be any color. All colors. Color does not distinguish when it comes to bestiality.

The legends of vampires, werewolves, zombies and such are — of course — pure nonsense, but they do illustrate a simple and completely undeniable TRUTH — we fear, loathe, and hate our unrestrained animal nature. We hate those who are out of control and use no rational thought to guide their actions.

They are not human.

When heinous acts are committed by such people — be they white, brown, black, yellow, red, or purple — we face the horrible truth of our unconscious animal side. True humans do, indeed, hate and abhor the sad sight of that.

However — that is not racism – it has NOTHING to do with race, but only with cultural values in disarray – values that glorify sex, violence, drugs, and hate. Values with no genuine moral or ethical basis. And it affects all humans, of any race.

Trying to uphold the highest standards of human conduct with true morality and ethics – and expecting others to do the same – is NOT racism.

It’s called being a conscious human being.

If you call it racism – what is it you are really hiding?


The Invisible Lines That Link Us Together

I play baseball. Amateur (i.e., unpaid). Fast pitch. I know, it’s nuts, but there you have it.

Anyway, I’m heading out to the game and it’s across town. I’m on the highway (The Loop) and proceeding at terminal speed, which is 65 in this case.

Hang on, maybe “terminal” and “speed” should not be used in the same sentence, especially the way most people drive.

The highway is crowded because — well — it’s always crowded. People are driving 65 and 65 plus. Mostly plus, truth be told.

I begin thinking. A dangerous habit I fell into many years ago and from which extraction seems impossible. Like a tooth in the back of my head. Sorry.

I’m wondering how in the name of Vishnu, G_d, Allah, Zeus or any other deity you care to conjure does this highway driving thing even work?! It seems like it is a catastrophic event awaiting activation.

I mean – stop to ponder the situation for just a cold, clinical, detached moment – you have whizzing and hurling hunks of metal weighing close to two tons — or more — flashing by on all sides — doing the whizzing and hurtling at a startling (if you stop to ponder it) close proximity of around 5 to 6 feet or so.

And the only thing separating their car from careening madly into yours is a line.

A line PAINTED on the freaking pavement.

This whole damn highway thing ONLY works if everyone honors the lines. Sure, it’s only paint, but it might as well be invisible because it only functions if everyone believes in it. Trusts it, endorses it. Has faith in it.

The only way such high-speed driving functions smoothly is the absolute belief of all the drivers that the lines will be honored. Each driver must trust the other.

The American Government works the same way. Well, it’s supposed to…

The invisible lines for our society – for all of us living in America—should be the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and the Bill of Rights.

Just like that simple paint on the highway, those documents are only printed words on pieces of paper. They have no magical reality beyond what people grant to them. And — yet — by entrusting our faith in those words, a great country was born.

What happens – however – when certain groups of people decide NOT to honor the lines?

Imagine the utter chaos that would ensue on the highway if there were drivers that ignored the lines and steered their vehicle anyway they wanted, without regard for others. The only choice in direction such drivers cared would be their own — your choices would be rendered meaningless and ignored. It would be very bad. Catastrophic indeed.

Imagine an American Government that ignores the lines and steers in any fashion it wants to without regard for anyone’s choice — then you have a much worse form of chaos.

That is because the vast majority of citizens are still using those aforementioned lines as guidance – they are honoring the invisible lines — the words of those documents — the ones that link us as Americans. When they see the Government driving haphazardly – without using the lines – there is confusion, anger, dismay.

If someone ignores the painted lines on the highway, there are consequences. There are law enforcement agencies who will pull your car over and stop you. Or, you may die in a fiery crash. Despite what Leftist-Marxist-Socialist-Progressive people want you to believe, bad choices must yield bad consequences. There is a price to pay for bad decisions — you cannot be constantly bailed out.

It’s called responsibility, integrity, honor.

Who is going to pull the Government over and stop them before they crash into citizens still honoring the invisible lines of American society? Who guards the guardians, as it were?

American functions as a cohesive society because we have a belief in ourselves and others. We trust each other in societal interactions, just as drivers trust each other on the highway. Even an atheist has to have faith in the invisible lines that provide guidance for the conduct of American affairs. When that belief falters because our leaders ignore the lines or try to redraw the lines without our consent, then we have a chaos that is not easily mended.

Without belief and faith there is no positive human action because individuals give way to despair and resignation.

Perhaps this is what the Ruling Elite desires. Citizens despair and resign. They stop driving. The roads are clear. Government can then drive anyway it wants, using any lines it wants. That is true tyranny.

The belief that the lines formed by the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and the Bill of Rights is the fundamental truth of America is critical to our continued success as a nation.

If that belief is lost, then America is lost. This is a nation built on belief in self — and others. Mistrust, retribution, dictatorship, and fear is not what we want.

If you put your faith in something and say, “I believe,” then make absolutely sure it is a belief in the right thing. Not the lies that is often held out as truth by a State that lusts only for power and control.

Honor the invisible lines which hold us together, or suffer the tyranny of others who have no such belief.

See you on the highway!