Snowballs in the Face

You might hear of a certain something from time to time, particularly from “the old ones”.

You know, those older than maybe 50 years, all the way to unfathomable territory of “oldum”…90 years and beyond.  Mercy!

It pretty much can’t be explained to the younger generations, for, they have been bewitched with this handy hand-held device that tells them everything they really don’t need to be concerned about.  And the added bonus from the creators of f**kery is that their “creations”, emit toxic shyte that will, over time, make you sicker than those who choose to take chemical f**kery injected into their arms; thereby depositing thousands if not millions of Benjamin’s to the already overstuffed coffers of medical and pharmaceutical corporations selling you shyte that never cures, but just keeps you coming back for more of their f**kery, of which you pay for.

What a deal…for them and only them.

This little secretive something is almost like a magic trick the old ones used in their day with luscious effectiveness.

Just as one’s olfactory senses are overwhelmed to the point of uncontrolled drooling from the scent of fried chicken, with mashed potato’s and gravy all made from scratch brewing on the stove top (if that might be your thang); this secretive something is just as disarming to bullies, government officials, technocratic a-holes, and other top-notch dreamers of shittery they love to impose upon the innocents – for their profit, of course.

Here’s the magical little something the old ones employed when faced with a snowball thrown in their face by the bullies of their day: It’s simply one word…NO!

No, to their tomfoolery. No, to their demon offerings. No, to believing in a smidgen of the horseshit they offer up each day as the way it is.  For, it is not.

Enough snowballs in the face and at some point, you inhale deeply, and remember you still have a backbone.  And once you realize that you have intelligence, still have heart, still have courage, if even a morsel of it – you stand firm, and say NO.  No more to the f**kery of these demons.

And if you stand firm…others just might follow your lead…and employ that magic trick from the old ones and maybe a wave of change starts.

We’ll let Kenneth Clark take it from here:

At this point I reveal myself in my true colors, as a stick-in-the-mud. I hold a number of beliefs that have been repudiated by the liveliest intellects of our time. I believe that order is better than chaos, creation better than destruction. I prefer gentleness to violence, forgiveness to vendetta.

On the whole I think that knowledge is preferable to ignorance, and I am sure that human sympathy is more valuable than ideology. I believe that in spite of the recent triumphs of science, men haven’t changed much in the last two thousand years; and in consequence we must still try to learn from history. History is ourselves.

I also hold one or two beliefs that are more difficult to put shortly. For example, I believe in courtesy, the ritual by which we avoid hurting other people’s feelings by satisfying our own egos. And I think we should remember that we are part of a great whole. Which, for convenience, we call nature.

All living things are our brothers and sisters. Above all, I believe in the God-given genius of certain individuals, and I value a society that makes their existence possible.

Western civilization has been a series of rebirths. Surely this should give us confidence in ourselves. It’s lack of confidence, more than anything else, that kills a civilization. We can destroy ourselves by cynicism and disillusion just as effectively as by bombs.

We’re at the count-down to Autumn here at Asylum – hoping you might be too.

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Tonight’s musical offering:

Dave Brubeck – Take Five

Photo credit: http://www.unsplash.com/@ilumire

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