The Problem, As I See It

One of the greatest problems with America today is the division amongst the citizens. I see a great rift, perpetuated by those with a vested interest in keeping the wedge of partisanship firmly in place. Once a people are split, it is virtually impossible to heal that rift.

Such rifts expose the hatred, kept securely under control normally, and shows it to the world with great speed. This is, of course, exactly what those in true power want. They want us to fight and disagree. They want us to be at one another’s throats.

It is this controlled chaos they create which allows them to move along their hidden agenda. One only has to ask who would benefit the most from such chaos in America to find the answer to this question of Who.

Those on the Right will, of course, answer that it is Barack Obama and his “socialist, fascist, communists” who are the problem. The Left will demonize the mouth pieces of the Right: Glenn Beck, Rush Limbaugh, and others.

In truth, all these are at fault in some measure for the chaos which has been allowed to spread. As I am. As you are. We are all responsible for the chaos which grips this country, if for no other reason than we will not stand up and counter such depravity with calm resolution.

When hatred is spread, we should be spreading love. When idiocy and ignorance is put forth in the public dialog, we should respond with facts, logic, and rational discourse.

Yet, we don’t. We allow ourselves to be drawn by our short hairs into a firestorm of controversy which pervades our culture. We have, in short order, been manipulated by forces unknown into hating our brothers and sisters. Our mothers and fathers. Our sons and daughters. We demonize those who disagree with us, based solely on their political opinions! What madness this is!

I ask you, point blank, can you rise above the hatred? Can you see past your petty concerns and see that we should all be united, as a people, as AMERICANS, and find a path that all can agree with? Are you capable of it? Or do you prefer to continue the hatred and the fighting?

How soon until we mature as a country, as a people, and truly grasp the greatness which lies before us?

Oh. I still have a blog?

I never intended this blog to be ignored. Does anyone even come here anymore?

Apologies

Apologies for not having the next chapter of A Ritual for Murder up. I had some problems with some spyware I had to get rid of and this prevented me from getting chapter eight up.

I’ll post chapter eight tonight at midnight. Thank you for your patience.

Goon

Random Thoughts

Sometimes I feel like the world is slipping away from me. Like my perceptions are twisted so much beyond repair that I will never be able to truly know the world as it is.

Sometimes I feel like I am wearing blinders.

My focus has narrowed, almost to a point, in the last few weeks. I hardly can conceive of What Lies Beyond or how to alter this, in my view, rather limited, narrow perception.

I feel like I live in a box that I know I can bust out of, but don’t have the strength to do so. There are small holes in the box that I can see out of, but cannot expand.

Maybe I have a head cold or something. I would like to think it were something as simple as that. But, what if its not? What if I’ve reached the end of my perceptions? I once postulated that a person is capable of only so much learning, of self-knowledge. I have operated under the assumption that this was not the case, as the evidence I perceived led me to an altogether different conclusion.

Now, I begin to wonder. Is there a limit to self-knowledge? Is there a finite amount we are meant to know about ourselves and no more?

I would like to think this is not the case, as my entire philosophy is based around the idea that we continue to learn about ourselves as we grow.

I still believe this to be correct.

Therefore, I have to conclude the problem lies not with my personal growth, but with my perceptions of that growth. This can be flawed, as it is with a majority of people. Therefore, a simple realignment of my own perceptions should correct the issue.

But, I’m not ruling out a head cold.

Protected: A Ritual for Murder, Chapter Seven

This post is password protected. To view it please enter your password below:

Password:

Blog Updates

You may notice some cosmetic changes here at the House of Goonery. Rest assured, the normal substandard posts will continue, despite the face lift.

Enjoy!

Protected: A Ritual for Murder, Chapter Six

This post is password protected. To view it please enter your password below:

Password:

Protected: A Ritual for Murder, Chapter Five

This post is password protected. To view it please enter your password below:

Password:

Eight Years

Hard to believe its been eight years. Eight years since That Day. No need to tell you which day I’m talking about, right? You know, That Day.

The Day Everything Changed.

The day we were given a black eye by evil. The day when over 3,000 people lost their lives. The day we woke up to a graver threat.

The day we started living in fear.

Fear, not only of the “Enemy,” but of ourselves. When every shadow held a threat (and many still do). When the word “Security” held more sway than “Freedom” (which is our security).

It was the day we marked the beginning of two wars. The War on Terror and the War on the Constitution. Both still rage today, but in quiet, insidious forms.

Eight Years and nothings changed.