Part 20: Sabotage

Sabotage is a word that immediately makes me think of a song, which makes me remember a person.

I wish this were not the case, because the song is rather awful, though I liked it in my youth.  The person is the one who introduced me to the song, my first real love relationship as a quasi-adult, accompanied by the typical bittersweet accoutrements those loves tend to take.

We were too young to think seriously of marriage, or seriously about much of anything.  It was sex, drugs and rock and roll, seasoned with a bit of university study.  The song is by Beastie Boys.  I danced at frat parties, singing along between beer bongs and hits off the pipe, to some of the most offensive and vulgar lyrics imaginable.

My imagination was obviously not too developed yet, as those early rap songs were Shirley Temple’s ‘Good Ship Lollipop’ compared to what was being sung a decade later. And now?  It sounds as if the bar has been so lowered as to no longer be visible by human perception.

Here I’ve been harping on for months about fake and fraudulent science and the disaster in the making that is Geoengineering, and dreading this particular post, #20.  This path of the fool is nearly over, I haven’t the stamina to begin another one too soon, which means I must get these last two right.

I have not judged myself too harshly, for those extended years of parties and travel and romance.  I grew out of it, eventually, as did he.  Some were not so lucky, and died instead.  For me it was relatively harmless, I was a foolish party girl for a while, and I expect I’d choose it again in that age, though I’d never choose a redo now.

Are you kidding me?  No way! Have you looked at what’s going on these days?!  It’s not about kind buds and ecstasy, it’s heroin!  It’s round-the-clock pharmaceuticals.  It’s multi-generational drug abusers who make Grandma’s daily dry martinis seem like teatime at the Waldorf.

There is no real making sense of any of it rationally, until you understand sabotage.  Sabotage I’d first heard said, comes from the word ‘sabot’– a wooden clog–which is rumored to have been a way French anarchists would slyly disturb the status quo, apparently by using their shoe as a proverbial monkey wrench to the machine.

What our world is experiencing now is layer upon layer of sabotage.  Like the 100th monkey, the game catches on, it begins to accelerate exponentially, more folks get sucked into playing, some get very good at it.  Some of the saboteurs get so good at the game, they forget their role is as saboteurs.  They think they are heroes.  They hold the loftiest roles in the game. They BELIEVE!  They are proud! They helped to lower the bar and so they are good.

‘We are all in this together,’ they chant!  The answer is LOVE!

The answer, so they say, resides in one of the most nebulous terms on the planet.  We should know what love is; it should mean the same to everyone around the globe, we should spread that knowing and embrace whatever comes as a result, because unconditional love is contagious and we will all be one big happy human family.

We’ll just have to lower the bar a little bit more, because debauchery, vulgarity, lechery, sloth, addiction, those words are all so judgey and we can’t have hate speech!  We can have songs full of debased and abusive lingo, we can sing along to them, but to question what we’re singing is too critical and hateful for normal conversation.  Just pretend you are still 22 and a silly party girl, forever.

Nothing is worth fighting for.  It’s just the grand chessboard. Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.  Sing along.  Repeat after me.  Everything’s fine.  You’re getting sleepy.  Nothing to worry about.  Surrender gently . . that’s right . . . it’s just the age settling in.  Just stay calm, we’re almost there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author: kenshohomestead

Creatively working toward self-sufficiency on the land.

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