Too Many Minds v One Mind

  The title for this writing was ‘borrowed’ from a scene the Tom Cruse movie The Last Samurai; a highly recommended movie.  This article is going to be a series of questions and answers.

   Misinformation and disinformation: who decides?  The term ‘politically correct’ was invented and maintained during the reign of the USSR, and was then imported to the Western World via Germany and France.  This term basically means that while a fact is actually a fact it is also politically inconvenient to those in charge and so it had to be denied.  How is what happened back then over their any different from what is happening now over here when the State pays for the source of information to the masses: it must be asked once again: who decides?

  Some social media creators have caused problems for those who have decided what misinformation is and what disinformation is, as those creators are showing what is outside of the narrative for those seeking political power and personal gain; though now this seems to be a distinction without a difference between the narrative and the ‘truth’.

  What is a woman?  This question is going to be an easy one seeing as so many people don’t seem to understand the first law of definition writing, or the primary law of writing a dictionary – don’t include the word you are trying to define within the definition being used to define that word.  Consider the simple question of ‘what is a woman’ and of the regular answers provided is ‘A woman is anyone who identifies as a woman’.  Towards making the point, let’s play the definition rule game…

 A woman is anyone who identifies as a (A woman is anyone who identifies as a [A woman is anyone who identifies as a {A woman is anyone who identifies as a ‘A woman is anyone who identifies as a “A woman is anyone who identifies as a woman”’}]).  This author believes that showing and explaining a Mobius Loop to a child would be easier.

  What’s up with all this migration?  This section is going to be broad and long, mostly due to the impact across the Western World; mostly because there isn’t much migration to any other significant country.  It has been said that said that when America sneezes the rest of the World catches a cold, and so we are going to start there.  

 Within those United States of America their census discounts citizenship when it comes to the counting the population, and yet the population count that sets the number of Congressional seats; hence why the practice of Gerrymandering is a problem.  Thus allowing for a more highly populated area to have a greater influence, all the while disregarding the political impact to the individual citizen, a neighborhood, or a city.  This can be noted when one looks to the crime statistics in typically Blue Cities and States.  

  Within Canada, there has also been quite a bit of illegal migration, though mostly via overstayed visa recipients, coupled with people avoiding legal points of entry, which has created situations of higher crime rates and more misery for Canadian citizens.  The previously mentioned misery comes in the form of lower wages and higher land prices; part of this situation can be explained by, if one moves from a home where you shared a home with twenty people and when that get reduced to ten, welcome to a new Nirvana.

  Lampedusa Italia, a small island south of Sicily has been overrun for years until recently, due to people leaving what was once called the Barbary Coast; which is now basically the area that reaches from Egypt to the Atlantic Ocean along the north cost of Africa; Spain has also been suffering the same fate, as has Greece, along with much of the rest of Europe as has Vienna; yet this has happened before.  For in the years around 1300, 1301 according to some, the Ottoman Empire, an empire built around the Sunni sect of Islam invaded the countries of Spain, Italy, Greece, Turkey, Romania, Croatia, Austria, along with other places; it must be remembered that Constantinople did become Istanbul.

  For anyone less versed than this author in history, please be aware that WWI was chiefly a rebellion against the Ottoman Empire which fell in 1922.  For this author, WWII was simply WWI.II, in that seeing as nature abhors a vacuum; especially when ever it comes to political power; some people then did what comes naturally; so they tried to fill in the spaces lacking organized political power.  It then took about one hundred years for the re-invasion, though this time without any kinetic force at the frontend; though the force was delayed until after the mostly fighting age men had already entered the targeted countries as “refugees” from countries considered safe. Additionally, “refugees” are supposed to stop in the first ‘safe’ country which they entered and yet they didn’t.

  Won’t someone please think of the women?  As with many things when it comes to something coming across as a collective, don’t let the exception become the rule.  That being said, a certain something has to be noted – most women are empathetic and they do have mood swings based on their 28 day cycle; this broad biological fact makes stable situations hard to achieve for anyone in proximity.

  Won’t someone please think of the men?  As with many things when it comes to something coming across as a collective, don’t let the exception become the rule.  That being said, a certain something has to be noted – most men typically are more pragmatic and just want to resolve whatever problems are put right in front of them, let them do it and they will cause less troubles.

  Won’t someone please think of the children?  As with many things when it comes to something coming across as a collective, don’t let the exception become the rule.  That being said, a certain something has to be noted – children, female or male, need a mixture of womanhood and manhood in their lives preferably via their mother and father; when the mother or father are no-longer available due to death by illness or accident then some-one in the family should step up and if that is not available then a neighbour should step up; or perhaps a few of neighbours will share the load as that is how a society is going be better and it is well known that mankind is tribal: which raises the question; how is it that multiculturalism was ever expected to work?

  Staying on the topic of the children let us look into the future as best as we can; for it is the children who will eventually be the future, given enough time.  In this the world that has been built, children are mentally and physically being made fungible in Western societies; or should they simply be called ‘wage-slaves’ which is now a common talking point for some. 

  Education used to be the anvil where the tools of society were forged.  Please consider that a firearm is a tool as it provides for force equalization for actual woman when they are attacked by an actual man and a firearm can be used for hunting.  A horseshoe can also be used to smash a skull as can the hammer that was used to shape it.  Within the present situation it seems that the education systems of today, at any level, are seemingly more like a Petri dish rather than the forge & anvil as originally intended. 

  Won’t someone please think of the youth?  Moving beyond the children the young men and women, mostly the men, have lost hope in their future because the price of post high school education is about the same as the down payment on a house, if not higher.  This equation flips between Canada and the US as education is cheaper in Canada while the house prices are lower in the US for a basic home; though please remember that lavish is palatial no matter where you go and so prices may vary by region.

  Moving on, manufacturing was shipped over seas years ago and the west was moved in-to the information/cubical age; now even that is being taken away through poor education and Artificial Intelligence (AI) thus leaving nothing for the youth to live by; for lack of a better term all their jobs have been stolen: leaving the question, who is going to pay for all of the migrants that are currently arriving? 

  It is now time to wrap things up.  The future is always scary and things are not going to get better any time soon, it is just the challenges that shift from century to century and even from generation to generation.  Throughout history there has always been problems somewhere and some when on this globe; the common thread of this history is mankind and hence why there will always be problems.

  People, both writ large and at large are different, which requires that they have different goals, different concerns, and a different picture for moving forward for themselves and their tribe.  All of the differences mentioned just above will cause consternation between tribes within nations as well as between nations as tribes vary in size.

  The post WWI.II dream was that everyone globally would just get along, so that WWIII would be avoided; and yet about 110 years later there is once again talk of that another world war coming.  Any idea, when talked about often enough, will become reality as all of those involved expect it to happen; and as such it will be made manifest for everyone ‘knows’ it is going to happen. 

  What most people want is hope for future stability, this was previously managed in the West by the Church and the Law; both of which have been stripped away and it seems that both the people and the countries have been left morally rudderless, this has happened before, though this time things are more complicated due to so many more morale codes in play; hence too ‘many minds’.

A Living Eulogy of Sorts OR How to say Thank You

 

 To my Mother: a heartfelt thanks to you, because you never stopped loving or caring for my father and your sons amongst with a handful of others; though it took awhile for me to realize just how big your hands could be.  Since I can remember it was with those same hands that you hugged me, it was with those hands that you fed me, and it was with those hands that a garden was grown year after year after year.

  As skilled as your hands are, they paled by comparison to your heart; this declaration is made simply because your heart was the driving power behind your hands; and what a power source it has been.  The love that flowed from your heart was undeniable.  Like many a wonder, the sum of what makes up my mother is more then just the sum of her parts.

  Your hands were mentioned first as that is what I probably first noticed, then as I was able to notice more, her heart came into play, and then after that while it took me a few years for it to come to light just how brilliant my Mother is.  Lucky for me my Mother is a rose and while my father got the full blooming flower; I got a whiff and waif of the scent, and the government got the thorns – and here I quote my Mother: ‘tax evasion is illegal, though tax avoidance is a hobby’, and my Mother really likes her hobbies.  Mother to you I say kiitos. (Thank You in the language of Suomi)

  To my Father: a heartfelt thanks to you, because you never stopped loving or caring for my Mother and two your sons along with a handful of others; though early on it took some time for me to realize just how big your heart could be.  Out of honesty, this author must admit that he was not the most co-operative child in the family when he was at a much lower height; yet Father never stopped loving and what happened was simply his idea of course correction where Father did do was his best to provide the skills for navigating the rapids and rocks of the river of life and seeing as this author from the start was unruly, Father suffered some disappointments.  Though, it is with hope in his heart that frustration was like a cloud of squid ink in the ocean of parental care and love.

   As for his hands, Father has the hands of an artist; his ability to shape and weld metal surely could have landed him a job at Ferrari, though he was handed a path not of his making as he was a child born into war after all.  Additionally, Father and his hands were quite able to work with fine wood as he built a cabinet, restored a piano and used lumber when he expanded the house for his family.  Also, it has to be recognized that not only did Father build he designed, and at that too he excelled; often by using simply graph paper.  The only two things that didn’t come with historical precedence are my brother and I; Father was a craftsman; and yes occasionally the few times it happened, he used his skilled hands on us.  Towards those readers who might claim that a spanking is child abuse: what will you call the school shootings that have been on the rise every since a halt was called to spankings. 

  Though not entirely of his choosing at least in the beginning, he began picking the means to navigated the river of life for himself along with his wife at his side, and eventually his two sons who showed up after their marriage and their ‘luna di miele’.  

  Father, always seemed to hold to the principle of Keep It Simple Son (KISS).  Though due to the rules of nature v. nurture, the world always seemed different for me and yet my Father has always been willing to talk; as his loving and caring has always remained.  It must be mentioned that upon occasion, even to this day the spankings continue, though now it is in the form of verbal chastisement or simply the hanging up of the phone; yet within 24 to 72 hours Father would will with an open mind put that same phone back to his ear to give me another chance as the same love and caring is always present.  Father, to you I say ‘Grazie’ (Thank You in the language of Italia)

 A Note:  In the writings above I used the first person for my Mother and a more remote third person position for my Father.  As a young child, I spent most of my time with Mother, while Father was often off doing stuff though I did not know what that stuff was until I could shift from only my needs towards my thinking for myself, at which point I became more disgruntled, and then I began to understand better and things got healed with the relationship with Father; this was around when I turned 24 years of age

  Well paired:  From my perspective a better couple, marriage, or parents have never existed; certainly there is some bias on my part.  Of course there have been other good parents though those are unknown to me, though some must have come close.  The basic experience as I recall is that Mother was the carrot and Father was this stick, and both played their roles judiciously, that being said I was never allowed to be the donkey; as the saying goes.  I was held to a higher standard than that and rather than being given what I wanted I was given what I needed.

  Due to the limits of the human body and scheduling considerations these words are a targeted approach towards saying ‘Thank You’ to the two people who took on the task of making me the man I am.  I’m not perfect, though I feel I’m good enough; while I didn’t get what I wanted I do have I need.

 

So, hello Mother, hello Father – I thank you both for not spoiling me and teaching me that expectation is the easiest way to disappointment and misery.