Monday, November 9, 2009

Breaking up Logjams

Like most of us, I'm guessing, I'm pretty sick and tired of certainties. It just seems that folks are embedded in their thinking, whatever kind they indulge, and that nothing short of systemic meltdown will get them out of it.

There are those of us who decry corporatism, and just simply don't understand that people on the other side don't get it. But the people on the other side have their own horror stories about government which we don't get.

And the believers in Jesus have their certainties about what their faith has done in their lives, but they just don't get either how the rest of us have such a hard time with what so clearly is a fabricated tale of the supernatural and fantastic.

But you know, it's hard to deny the staying power of that Jesus story, and so what if people think they have to pound you with idiotic certainties to get out their own story about what Jesus in your life could do for you, if only you would believe.

But what if, as I really do suppose to be the case, government and really really big business just simply have a symbiotic relationship. Well, OK, that's so obvious as to be just patently true. But then isn't all our yelling at one another simply feeding the beast? More patent obviousness?

But really, the statistics for corporate welfare make the kind we allow to impoverished people seem like so much spitting in an ocean. And still I can understand why folks on the other side get angry when someone keeps hanging on to their free ride.

If we really wanted people to be able to climb out of poverty, wouldn't we offer genuine education, and jobs which pay a living wage? Maybe they serve a purpose by just acting and being poor and dumb, to validate the system which feeds so happily off the rest of us.

Most of us are too scared to question the system which employs us. We're too proud of the credentials granted us by the government franchised free and public education system. We hold on too closely to our private accomplishments if we're already in the non-public elite, as though we somehow chose our parenting and privilege.

There was a time, not too very long ago, when middling folks would call in someone of their acquaintance to fix their roof or even mend their socks. Pretty much like fast food, our habits all are changed now, and can you even imagine someone darning socks? I guess we hire people to work on our roofs, since they're so scary and high, but we don't trust them to use our toilets and just hope we won't be implicated when the border control police round them up.

The rest of the time, we're all about doing it ourselves to save a buck. Or getting rich enough to hire the ones you can trust to use your bathroom, which means pretty much that you have to work for one of the big box entities and swallow all your prideful independence.

I would love to have my government back, just as I would love to whistle while going to work on my neighbors' houses. But it ain't going to happen any day soon. Meanwhile, we should work on ways to stop yelling at one another.

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