posted on Dec, 15 2012 @ 12:29 PM
Heffcide, you boundless source of calm and reason here on ATS, if you want a quiet little corner of ATS to have your prayers and meditation posted
uninterrupted then you shall have it. … And here we are!
I have to admit I was jumping into the fray with both feet when the “Breaking News…” thread was first posted on ATS. I’d composed my flame on
about page 7 when the moderators shut it down to try and instill some civility to the thread which had become an orgy of vitriol and angst so the post
didn’t make it onto the thread. It’s just as well. I checked back about an hour later to find the orgy had continued out to some 40 pages as it
does now. Not only that but the thread has multiplied and takes up most of the ATS front page. Whatever it is in our collective monkey-minds that
cherishes the innocence of the young is expressing itself in torrents right now.
I have to say, without trepidation, that I hugged my little, just-turned-three, absolutely gorgeous granddaughter that lives with us a lot harder last
night thinking about the kids in Connecticut and their families. Mere thoughts of what it would be like to lose her or her mother, my daughter, in
some senseless, “random act” of violence doesn’t even begin to approach actually experiencing such an event. The mind just won’t go there.
Our daughter has just finished hammering out the details for the new rules for visitation for her daughter and the father. The thought of not having
her in our home for the “over night” visitations has wrenched our hearts knowing where she’ll be going can only be described as a “hovel”
for that period of time. Her safety is paramount in all of our minds. But “the law is the law”.
We live directly across from the small Elementary school of our very small town here in Texas. In the afternoons I watch the little kids go
hand-in-hand down the street only a few hundred yards to the Baptist church where they wait for their parents to pick them up every week day. The
sounds of the playground have not changed since it was first cleared and occupied back in “ougt seven” of the last century. Our granddaughter’s
voice, we assume, will join theirs in a few years and we’ll be able to pick it out from all the rest without trying. Family is funny that way.
I can’t say I intentionally settled in our little town back when such a decision was being made. All I can remember is deciding NOT to live in a
big city, having lived in Albuquerque, El Paso, Denver, Tulsa and Dallas growing up. Masses of “hoo-manity” have made me unsettled for as long as
I can remember. I honestly feel sorry for those of you who have no other choice but to live in urban environments. I enjoy The Arts, libraries,
museums and all the other things cities have to offer but they are an artificial environment! They are a cocoon one never escapes from. Once you
have accepted your place in one you have accepted limitations. If you move to another city you find a similar location with similar limitations and
the insane part is we fool ourselves into believing these limitations define our freedom. Unfortunately you are as free as one of our head of
livestock at the ranch moved from one pen to another only to be sorted, cut, marked poked, prodded, vaccinated, drenched and either sold or turned out
for further production. No, it’s obvious the goats and cattle don’t like it but they still come running when we shake that feed sack and corral
them once again.
(If you’ve held with me to this point, congratulations!)
What I’m getting at is that we have a “herd” mentality that has crept in throughout our society since WW2. We wanted “nice things” and an
easier, more peaceful way of life after blowing up the other half of the world. (In truth, we DID help them rebuild it too!) But “herds” of
people have been told for generations that making our own decisions is often too complicated. We MUST turn these decisions over to those “properly
equipped” to make those decisions FOR us – like accepting depreciating pieces of paper for our life savings and turning our kids over to public
school systems for proper indoctrination. Life is so much more … predictable in the cities – until it’s not. And then we are left scratching
our heads wondering what the Hell happened and what is this hole in our hearts doing there? After all, we’ve had an IMPLIED promise for all of our
lives that things are SAFE. We can breathe easy, work, celebrate life, no worries mate!