Breathe Easy, Folks

What's new on the local scene you ask? This city is 

growing, it's getting a little crowded. The budget for 

social services is seriously groaning. The police budget 

is growing spurring agitation from communities 

claiming racial harassment raising banners to defund 

the police. Shootings and deaths on a steady rise. The 

latest two 16-year-olds; score one dead one struggling 

to live. Local residents need not fear the police chief says.

This was a targeted hit. You know, criminal disputes.

Street gangs, moving drugs and illicit weapons. So

nothing to worry about. The residents living in their

crowded assisted housing can breathe a sigh of relief.

They're not targets, just those who live among them

like the two 16-year-olds. The dead boy an aspiring

rap artist, beloved by all. Such a nice kid, friendly

to everyone, kind and gentle. Someone wasn't thinking

kind and gentle when he was targeted. Not a word

from the Black Lives Matter folks. Makes sense;

black lives matter when the instrument of death is

white; when it's black, it's just people in disagreement

working out their frustrations. Don't get in the way.

 

 

Contest ... Contrast

In nation-to-nation relations there are the

diabolically venomous minds that view

others in the stark outline of the enemy

no room for filling in the broader picture

of shared humanity. Those are the minds

using their inheritance of cerebral function

to devise ever more complex and deadly

architecture of violent upheaval aimed

directly toward achieving a goal of mass

extermination to remove the subjects

identified as inimical to the larger goal

of world conquest. The lethal game plays

out with the targets employing intelligence

of a more subtle nature, diabolical in its

clever feints and surgical strikes quietly

orchestrated to destroy not venomous minds 

but the weapons conceived and meant

to be deployed to annihilate those with the

will and intention of survival in the pursuit

of inherent wit over witless self-defeat.

 

 

Existence recognizes no obligation to explain itself. 

The formula is nature's alone. Frail humanity searching 

for elusive meaning in life found its answers in Theism 

and there the culture of exclusion, fiery emotion and 

hatred resides. Beloved of believers holding sacred all 

screeds writ by humanity at the behest of the unseen

creator, the faithful find comfort in the belief that their 

devout subscription guarantees their future in death 

when the worthy's soul is released to wander at leisure. 

It is no easy matter to qualify in single-minded veneration 

in the ecstasy of the sacrament of the Divine whose 

scriptures admonish the need to worship none but He 

for all others are mere pretenders whose sacrilegious 

attendance on false deities destines them to a violent death

absent the salvation of rebirth. In the presence of rank 

blasphemers the faithful are enjoined to express their fury 

by mob violence shedding blood as a testament to their 

absolute faith. The triumph of a godly virtue seen in 

accusations and threats, savage violations of humanity 

in the wild culmination of a swarm of zealots joyfully

spilling blood as proof positive of their limitless faith.

Abandoning The Blueprint

Curiosity, wonder and imagination has been 

the companion to evolutionary design from the 

perspective of the human mind to the development 

of the complex brain that drives humanity to look 

beyond and above -- within and without to find 

its place in the universe. The implacable drive to 

know and to discover leads the human animal in its

endless exploration of self and beyond. That drive 

arises from early development of the species 

alongside the passage of a lifetime from wondering 

child to established maturity. The most commonplace 

curiosity is that teasing a girlchild to the mysteries 

of being a boychild, imagining the future from male 

to female, from female to male. Imaginary as these 

 whimsical transitions were in most part in the past

they have devolved to stir society to collective guilt

of a child's passing fancy. Where in the present the 

die is cast with the child's murmur of dissent and 

parental assent setting off a cultural social firestorm

 of transitional gender reversals and strangely enough

accelerated episodes of suicide. Sacrificing children on 

the altar of submission to normalize the abnormal.

Have You Heard?

Of the two acronyms take your choice: DIE: 

(diversity, inclusion, equitable) or mayhap

JEDI (justice, equity, diversity, inclusion) 

for you see human evolution is still evolving

and the practise of science and medicine is now

interwoven inextricably with those indices of

human philosophy whereby the world becomes

a far better place. Life can be so complicated in

retrospect when once feeling ill a doctor's visit

was indicated so your symptoms could be analyzed

interpreted and your ailment theoretically diagnosed.

But that was before the halls of academia woke to 

its responsibilities beyond natural science layering 

wisdom with social justice. Think of DIE not quite

as expiring, but a roll of the DIE where you begin

to question whether a visit to the doctor is worth

hearing him expound on the source of your illness

being the poverty of deprivation owing to the colour

of your skin, so absorbed in his exposition he may

forget the diagnosis and you return home while

the symptoms jog on until you end in hospital where

pastors indulging their pastoral duty infuse you with

their gentle words of salvation on the way to death.

What Could Go Wrong?

Be fruitful, multiply, nature exhorts her creatures

careful to incentivize her more creatively complex 

progeny, the simpler forms left to their own begetting 

processes. And since nature enjoys challenges she 

devised multiple methods of replication to amplify 

the process and delight her sense of mischief. Her 

living organisms owe much to her explosive sparks 

of creativity for which she blueprinted single cells 

and complex gatherings of cells in the production 

of life. From progenitors to their generational 

offspring she studied what her living laboratory 

produced discovering that the most complex and 

intelligent of her creatures could face eradication by

a single-celled animal with a passion for replication

finding its nursery within the inner core of a warm 

and moist abode. Nothing daunts her passion for 

invention as in procreation by fission, budding

fragmentation, spores, propagation, parthenogenesis

sex or hermaphrodition. Until scientists hungry for

discovery stumbled upon stem cell xenobots whose

microscropic mastery at self replication in movement

for which much is foreseen to benefit science and 

humanity. Unless of course, nature has different ideas 

as she mutters the nerve! Trust science, not scientists. 

The Delirium of Power

The intoxicating delirium of power

and unitary control rumbles through the 

dreams of tyrants and the nightmares of all 

for whom dictatorial power crumples before

the lens of cerebral reasoning and moral direction. 

There is never at any given time in history a 

shortage of aspirers to power just as the

cautionary fear of the emergence of despotic 

oppressors is not lacking among those whose 

history has been rife with absolutist inquisitors 

who set rules none may disobey on pain of 

punishing deterrence. The misruled resort to 

the subterfuge of obedience while covertly 

gathering restive cliques of rebellion seldom 

achieving their goal for the very arms of the 

oppressor geared to suppress disharmony among 

diverse disentitled derive their strength from 

force of violence meted out generously to fully

extinguish disaffection by the well-known

pacifiers of torture and premature death.