Wherefore Art Thou, Compassion?
Warning: Rant Ahead
I’m getting more and more disenchanted with Social Media these days. Everyone seems to want to post articles and quote law (or what passes for law these days) to prove their point of view. The amount of hate that’s being spewed could, if harnessed as energy, power a large country. People I know who are basically good and kind are trying to shift blame or justify ignorance of human decency simply to be right; to justify choices they made. To what purpose?
Human rights are disintegrating before our eyes. We are seeing some of the worst periods in history for showing the ugly heads of hate resurfacing. One side continues to find reasons it’s OK, while the other pounds their chests and shouts from the rooftops, not in love, but in hate. I find myself mentally drafting a post or a message blasting them all, but to what end? I don’t need to be right. I don’t need to feed the hate. It all makes me so sad.
I’ve Been Accused of Having My Head in the Sand, But is it Me Or???
I have been in the minority almost since the beginning of our latest national debacle (which, unless you’re ignoring it all, which isn’t such a bad idea, is hardly isolated to the shores of our great-only-in-our-shadowed-minds country). My exhortations to look beneath the horrific attacks on human dignity, Constitutional rights, and outright murder to the real motivation behind the preponderance of such acts continue to fall on deaf or worse, militantly aggressive ears. Time and again, I’ve been shouted down, or ruthlessly berated for my failure to jump on any of the causes without reservation.
How many more “while you were focusing on Cause X, Congress quietly took away another right or freedom” posts and articles must we see before we realize we are, as I’ve been saying for at least a couple of years now, allowing ourselves to be led to the slaughter, innocent, or maybe simply disbelieving lambs. My words may have little effect, and being able to say “I told you so” is but an empty victory.
Our once great country is splintered and divided into a million fragments fueled by idealism and selfishness.
How many of us can honestly say “I give love and compassion to everyone” without adding “Except for…” or “But I won’t give up…”?
Feeding the Pain Body
We continue to feed the beast with our anger and outrage. My personal image of the Devil is one who feeds on anger, pain, hate—all the negative emotions Eckhart Tolle would say are coming from our pain body. I am beginning to understand the logic behind blood magic. One who wishes to used and abuse others has a pain so deep, they can only function when they cause suffering in others. Pain and hate have replaced love and kindness in their hearts. They make the Grinch look like Mother Teresa. And that’s the kind of people who are leading us around by our noses right now.
Think about it. In the last few years, we’ve had massive outcry over things like #OccupyWallStreet, #MeToo, marches for science, pink pussy hats, and the increase in school shootings with its resulting (and highly manufactured, if you ask me) outcry for more gun control. More recently, we have refugee children being separated from their parents and put into internment camps (WWII and the Japanese, anyone?).
The Signs Should Read “Distraction Ahead”
Every single time we are focused on something we deem horrendous, inhumane, or distressing, Congress slips something else past us guaranteed to help those in power, and strip the rest of us of more of our rights and privileges. At some point, people will wake up, but will it be before we’re stripped of the rest of our freedoms and shoved into internment camps ourselves?
At the moment, we’re still trying to fight the evil amongst us with their own weapons, and we’ve yet to win a single battle. Sure, they’ve offered a concession or two, but only to pacify the less diligent and get the herd mentality running in another direction so atrocities can continue undeterred.
Yet, for me, the end of many long-term friendships over the barrage of media grabbing issues is the saddest, most heart-wrenching casualty of the grand-standing, manipulative antics of our current administration.
Does All Hope Rest on the Millennials?
I watched an episode of Samantha Bee last night, and the part which resonated most strongly with me was a piece about a man who’s leading a movement to impeach Trump. Meanwhile, the Trump supporters are using the campaign against them to rally their own camp with “they’re trying to impeach him, but we won’t let them” campaigns of their own. Do we not yet realize things like underground railroads and secret societies were far more effective in the fight for good over evil? When you show all your cards, the enemy has time to launch a counter-attack, and the enemy amongst us is ALWAYS 20 steps ahead in this game.
Admittedly, in our digital age, it’s much harder to fly beneath the radar and organize people, but it’s not impossible. I’d like to say our last, unlikely hope is the Millennials, as attached to the digital world as most of them are. But who better to break a broken system and rebuild it better?
They learned computer-eze like the rest of us learned our milk language; almost from the cradle. Many can hack things we wouldn’t even believe were hackable in the first place. And yet, maybe the answer is to go off-grid before that right, too, is completely eliminated.
Being Driven to Rant Because I Have No Answers, Only Frustration
Unfortunately, I have no answers, only a multitude of questions, and a deep distrust for anything and everything I hear or see from the media, both social and traditional. Too much truth and honesty are being squelched these days to trust the diluted pablum we’re being fed. Even the most intelligent are sharing “facts” from sources which include candidates for public office. Why in the hell would they tell us the truth? They want our support and our vote, so they’ll say whatever they think we want to hear. It’s not like politicians are known for keeping promises.
This post has, unlike most of what I write, turned into a bit of a rant. I unfollowed several people (on both sides of the issues) this week because the political bullshit they were sharing was mind-numbing in its distortion of the facts (whatever they might be at this point) beyond all recognition.
I’ve reached the point where, even while watching something like Samantha Bee which tries to be equally disdainful of both sides of the house, I want to see their sources and look them up myself, then find at least 5 reputable sources confirming what I’ve read. Though I fear the number of reputable news sources is rapidly decreasing to zero. I immediately dismiss any post or article from a political candidate, official, or party, knowing they’re distorted. Yet, I do read some of them, if only to educate myself as to how farfetched the story-telling gets.
Is A Dystopian Society Only a Nightmare?
Maybe that will be my next novel. I’ll see if I can create a society even more dystopian than the one in which we currently live. I’m not sure I can. They do say truth is stranger, and in this case, more horrible and dehumanizing than fiction. Clearly, the only ones who learned anything from the atrocities of Hitler, Mussolini, and Kaiser Wilhelm are those who’ve studied them at length and are doing their damndest to recreate those worlds in a more sustainable fashion. I can’t handle that level of evil even from a TV show (I stopped watching “Bones” until they killed off Pelant), much less write my own story.
They say we shy away from the uncomfortable because we need to face it to grow. I’m not so sure diving into the depths of a twisted mind is part of my journey. There’s enough on my plate as I seek answers to the mindset of people who see suicide as a reasonable choice, and have to fight the urge to go down that one-way rabbit hole. Yet, I do want to understand what motivates people to treat others with willful disregard for human dignity. Who seem to exhibit the antithesis of compassion. Who are morally and ethically bankrupt. Until I understand the mindset, I don’t feel qualified to offer any viable solutions.
When the Dust Clears, I Am Still Grateful
My gratitudes today are:
- I am grateful I maintain a discerning, if unpopular mindset.
- I am grateful there are still sources for fact-checking, if we’re willing to put forth the effort.
- I am grateful for the continued existence of healthy debate, even if it’s harder to find people and places (including myself) who can put emotion aside and exchange information.
- I am grateful for continued inspiration for my thrice-weekly posts. We’re in turbulent, confusing times, but I never run short of material.
- I am grateful for abundance; compassion, kindness, free speech, intelligence, discernment, challenges, lessons, upheaval in my life that leads to a better understanding of my purpose, support, connections, peace, harmony, health, philanthropy, and prosperity.
Love and Light
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