Where there’s
smoke, there’s confusion.North Korea is threatening. So is Iran. The Middle East tensions are now global. Racial tensions have reached a boiling point again. Something’s up with Russia, but for now it's speculation.
And our climate is changing.
And the rich are getting richer.
The history revisionists have their quills wet with ink, wanting to rewrite what the world already went through to make it more palatable to the masses.
Where there’s smoke there’s fire. And man, there’s a lot of smoke.
Man there’s a lot of confusion right now.
Where there’s confusion, people make blind choices. The smoke of the confusion is blinding.
Blind choices make one search out a side to join. There is safety in numbers. You have to say you agree with one side or the others views – facts are dismissed as alternate facts – you have to buy in before you can join a side.
Man the water is really murky. The media forces the people to make murky choices.
You either like team CNN or you like team Fox News. Or you have given up on both.
You read, but the papers and the new media of the internet make you choose the same teams.
People who were moderate now are taking firmer stances on the left or the right – succumbing to the forces pushing them there.
The common definition of what is right and just is now not accepted as right and just for some. The Alternative Truth. Ignorance is complimented by laziness. Thinking is just too hard. People beg to be told what to think.
The real truth lies somewhere down the middle – and we all know that. But to go with the flow, the path of least resistance takes one down the road in quest of the approval of the side you chose, you dismiss what you know as reasonableness.
Reasonableness is just not sexy. Reasonableness doesn’t sell.
Extreme sells.
Say all this took place on a stage. A world full of actors. A global play, or a global wrestling match and the world is the ring. Twists and turns of plot. Overacted and deliberate but grandiose wresting moves and dirty foul play.
It all makes reasonableness look boring.
But say you could look down on this stage. Remove yourself from the scene. Perch yourselves above it all – sitting on a rock in a cool breeze as you watch the world unfold. And you quietly contemplate what it is you are really witnessing.
Is this the start of the end?
The pot on the stove is starting to boil over.
People are pissed. On both sides. All over the world. People have had enough of what was. They want what should be – again based on the side you have chosen to dictate what should be.
Is this the crossroads that will determine what kind of people we become? Yes.
Does America traverse this crossroads alone? Or do we all get caught up in the wake. Do we all go through this metamorphous together, or do we all change based on how the falling dominos impact us directly.
We all go through it together.
What will this world look like when we come out of this change? What is the world my daughters will grow up in?
Will this world make it through this?
There’s a lot of rash threats flying around out there.
And there’s a lot of people vying for attention.
All thoughts are now broadcast worldwide in a mere second. Twitter and Facebook and Instagram are the new network news. And everyone is an anchorman.
The world now truly is a stage. And yes, we are now truly are all actors.
But I wish I could read ahead in the script and see how this all ends.
But it’s just too damn smoky and too damn murky.
The masses will follow the path of least resistance. You see the path, it always flows downhill. If the flow builds up to much speed it will crash at the bottom.
And then, only then, will the world come to a more common conclusion.
