The Native Iowan

Sunday 21st of the 8th month. Time sure do fly when you are having fun.

BloodSports always make a Sunday good. Means I dont have to do much. Have a great excuse to sit and be entertained. I really like Blood Sport Sundays

As I age I view the world differently. Which is only natural. From the youthful idealist to the pragmatic ol fart, in 50 years. Age is a factor.

I have recently been talking to a friend from the past, a guy I met in 5th grade. Maybe 10yrs of age, children thrust together in a classroom in a small school, in a small town, in a small world. We were both outcasts of a sort. We were both readers in a place where books were not cool. Neither of us fought to be jocks. As our peers competed for being “starters” on the scholastic teams… track and field, baseball, football, basketball, wrestling… we read, shared books, took karate, he was a musician and I a poet, we wrote songs together. And branded ourselves as outcasts. We did not fit in.

Not in that small-town, short visioned parochial world we shared.

We both left that world while still young. While our peers married their sweet hearts and got jobs at John Deere. As they all became their parents, we both moved on, moved away.

We reconnected a few years back on social media. One of those messages… “are you Mike from Independence?”… and we reconnect. Which is very good.

A sense of personal history is important. I contend that 99% of all folks are trying to be either MORE or LESS than they really are.

Knowing your past, recognising your history, being honest with one’s self lends hugely to knowing yourself.

Honesty is very important. Essential.

As I age I see more and more how people live in self made and managed fallacies. Its is often too painful, too difficult, too dangerous to be too honest with one’s self.

Our modern media filled world is full of such dishonesty.

I have discussed the need I feel to remember. To honestly remember the past, my past.

Again, honestly is very important/ essential.

We know there are society lies that we all (almost all) support. Small lies like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. Large lies like the”carbon scare”, “climate change”, the anthropomorphic nature of global warming, and the idea that we can buy our way out from disaster that is filled with “Ifs” and “Maybes”.

My favourite lie of this past week or so is the “Mar A Lago Scandal”.

It is what it is… the blatant weaponisation of the Federal System to persecute an Enemy.

Remember? Orange Man Bad? Orange Man Bad. Orange Man Bad.

I see a funny/ interesting/ disturbing trend… From the 60s, The AntiWar movement, The Peace Movement, The Summer of Love, MLK and the march on DC, “kill them with love”, Bobby Kennedy and his inspiring message of “a better world”, “…all we need is love…”, “The Age of Aquarius”… young Democrats standing up for free speech and equal rights…

Now the same 60s era protesters (of which I am one) vote for Bernie Saunders and his Communist agenda. Refuse to shake the foundations of their status quo lifestyles. Invest in more of the same. Wars, famine, pestilence, disease, infant mortality: All man made, part of the design.

My 60s era peers have now become Elites.

Those of my peer group who have remained thinkers, readers, researchers, seekers know that the entire scenario has been predicted, planned and prepared. I can no longer see any difference between the main-stay political parties… the war mongering, deepstate, men in black republicans are now, and always were chameleons. They come in both flavours, both colours.

No “team” has a monopoly on virtue. Or eviltry.

And it is “team” mentality that rules us.

And the beat goez on

More later