Humanity Flawed.

Humanity is flawed…

…That’s a given.

 

As much as we’d like to believe, that our understanding of this statement is absolute; many times the understanding of our understanding may, in fact, not reflect as much.

Strangely enough, when thinking in terms of humanity in general, this is true almost always; yet at times we(depending on who you are exactly) sometimes stray from this understanding.  Essentially, we tend to come to much different conclusions on the possible outcome of any given situation(for better, or worse), when it involves us within those included amongst the involved parties.  This is perhaps, simply one more, out of our countless human flaws, which may be added to the already mountainous pile, of those well-known to man for ages.

We tend to believe quite strongly in the honest truth of our naturally flawed, shared nature, at least when observing or discussing the presence of various imperfections displayed amongst human beings in the general sense.  Now, if it is me involved in a situation, the whole equation changes.

The vaccine needle breaks inside of us.

The shrooms you ate were somehow tainted.

This disease might be wayyy worse than it really is.

I’d kill the damn terrorist if I was there…

Either we see ourselves playing a much more positive role in the picture, or; we allow the outcome of something, in many cases of a quite casual nature, to spiral into a very negative image indeed.

Either way, we are inevitably prone to such a polarized worldview.

That said, the case we find ourselves in is quite a decent one to cope with.

Simply put, I propose a systematic reversal of any negative imaginary situations, in exchange for only the positiveglorified daydreams in

which we score the winning goal, we save the school from an armed group of international terrorists, where we save the damsel and get the girl.

I mean why not?

First of all, a positive mentality has recently been proven to project out into the physical prosperity in the real world by scientists across the spectrum.

Second of all, if the above seems to be the truth, a replacement of negative daydreams with those of a more positive nature, should, in fact, lead us to slightly, in the very least, more prosperous and fulfilling lives.

Right?

In any case, that’s my understanding on the matter…

-B.M. StrIX.

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Just Another Insomniac

There are, as most of you can relate to, a good many things to keep a man(or woman for that matter) awake at night…

GOOD MANY indeed.

If you take your average American for example; bills, debts, addiction, the President, the economy, ISIS, Healthcare, death, relationships, former-relationships, rent, stray bullets, climate change, kids, family, etc, etc….and etc, are just a sliver of various issues individuals in this sleepless category may be internally processing in the dead of night.

Most silently, and in utter-seclusion from the rest of the world.

I for one, sincerely wish that I was not a member of this club…

…Unfortunately, I happen to have a platinum membership.  But; t’fuck can one do….

(…beer comes to mind.)

In any case, here I am, I am here.  So… fuck it.

Or not.

Perhaps a broad analysis of an unaddressed, widespread epidemic, of baseless insomnia is in order?

I have, within recent years exposed an underlying current of general discontent among a very wide spectrum of Americans, men, and woman, from of all walks of life.  Many times for no apparent reason at all.  This infectious sense of silent, yet powerful dissatisfaction, is by no means evident, on the face, within standard conversation, or through social behaviors; at least, if not first hoisted up from the depths of the individual’s soul.

In order to expose any given person’s dark insecurities, not for the purpose of proliferation, yet instead to attempt some form of open-forum for the soul, one must NEVER forceful interject an actual proposal to do so.  Any push into another’s deepest torment, may not be perpetrated for nefarious reasons, only as means for the well-being of a fellow human being.

For starters, human beings are like onions.  If you’ve ever watched the first Shrek movie, you probaly understand this concept already.  If you have not; do so.  NOW…

Trump & the World: What’s Going On Here?

So; it is now April 2017, and Donald J. Trump has been Commander and Chief for almost three months now…

Now, although many in his own camp, as well as his democrat adversaries, believe he has either made distasteful policy decisions, or, as many further right leaning conservative Republicans might well tell you, he hasn’t gone nearly far enough.

It’s quite a critical period for the Trump presidency, as the administration settles into it’s, seemingly still developing position, feeling out the wide spectrum of Washington’s political landscape, and going about setting up it’s players on the field; all, while under constant fire from an unrelenting liberal resistance…

…Not to mention the, at times equally crippling(if not even more so), opposition coming from the likes of his own team, most notably, the Hard-Core Conservatives. 

      The troubling extent of this internal squabbling, became quite clear, with the failure, of a now Republican dominated Congress, in passing Healthcare reform, or, as many conservatives had initially hoped, repealing Obamacare completely.  The reality, in regards to internal Republican co-operation, seems to be a hell-of-a-lot more difficult than reality TV‘s greatest “deal-maker” had expected, prior to actually taking office in January.

There is undeniably enough blame to go around for the GOP‘s lack of success in their Healthcare endeavor, and that means a little more than just yanking on, ‘prep-school hall monitor turned Speaker of the House’, Paul Ryan’s balls.

       In fact, although their struggle against the dreaded ‘evils‘ of Obamacare, as well as a variety of basic, shared Republican ideological views, may have united the party throughout the Obama years, and equally so, in the hard-fought 2016 election campaign; the GOP currently appears to be splintering on repealing, or ushering in, the very legislation which they had relentlessly battled the then-ruling democrats on for years.

There is a wide rift amongst the elephant herd we see today, ideologically, as well as politically, and even in terms of their desired policy legislation.

 The ‘herd’, is, surprisingly enough, actually quite diverse; with moderate, more socially progressive(for lack of a better word) Republicans on one side, and the hardliners, old-school type true conservatives on the other, the ranks of which host the now infamous Freedom Caucus.   In the middle, you’ve got your hybrids, Rand Pauls & such, including guys from pretty much all over the political spectrum.

The GOP’s Paul Ryan engineered Healthcare bill, was significant, not only in regards to it being viewed by most, elephant, rhino, and jackass alike, as an EPIC failure for the party, but also in terms of demonstrating just how different these various Republican factions are.  It was in that fateful blunder, which it became apparent that there were some tough nuts to crack, specifically when on the subject of the hardcore conservative block mentioned briefly above, known as the Freedom Caucus.  This small thirty man brick-squad refused to become accomplices to simply reforming Obamacare, and instead, opted to put a wrench in the gears of Paul Ryan’s congressional machine, and refused to vote in favor of passing the bill.  This montly crew, became a big ol’ thorn in Trump’s asshole, and pushed for an ultimate goal of completely repealing Obamacare; in which case an alternative source of medical insurance, would essentially be non-existent.

Now seeee, although that sort of, simply inconsiderate agenda, might work relatively smoothly for some of these Freedom COCKLESS fat-cat districts, but for many of the more moderate Republican congressmen, a good chunk of which come from purple swing districts, where voters tend to lean alot further left then any true conservatives; a move like that would essentially mean pitchforks and torches, and that could honestly have more than just a figurative meaning.  The fairly large number of Republicans which recently managed to win these swing races in 2016, are inevitably tied to the folks living within these districts.  In many ways, the (Republican)moderates in Congress, understand the underlying reason for these their victories, and the reason is middle-lower class votes.  The majority of low-income, white, working-class voters are not stupid, and being swing voters, they do not have to allow their elected officials in Washington to screw them out of the only medical care they can get.  Their voices were heard loud and clear, by the moderates, which would likely loose their seats in future elections, if the hardliners were allowed to have it their way.  For them, Obamacare is far from great, in fact it sucks more&more with each raise of the premiums, making it almost unaffordable for many, which then become forced into paying a fine for not being able to pay…In itself a vicious bureaucratic cycle of horseshit when you think about it.  Anyway, their vote, was a vote seeking a conservative economic approach to solving the currenttly escalating Healthcare Crisis, among many other things of course; like immigration, the rising deficit, national security, etc.

The point here is, that with the moderates at the mercy of their equally, or even more moderate constituents, and the Freedom Cockers unwillingness to co-operate, with anything short of a total&complete termination of Obamacare, as well as, what seems by all indications which they’ve shown up til now, Universal Healthcare of any kind; the Trump administration has had quite a rocky start in Washington, and looks to me, like they’re in for a bumpy ride.

One thing is for-DAMN-sure, Paul Ryan doesn’t seem to have sufficient leverage over his House at this point, not that that boy scout ever was all too intimidating, and when the time came for the deal-maker himself to lock the Freedom Cocks in line, well, clearly the art of the deal is a more complicated process than I assumed.

The Republican Party, is no longer the opposition party in Washington, meaning, the time of fuckin’around & talking mad shit without actually having any realistic way of ushering in their own policies, is OVER.  They ain’t on the bench no more, and this seasons starters seem to be playing against each other for some reason.  Whatever that may be, I guess that how well these boys played back in practice for the last eight years, just isn’t showing out on the field come game time.  Practice is over, and they’re still in their sweats right now.

WTF,

——————-}B.M. Strix

“That war they keep talking about…”

There is a war raging, somewhere which is not near you; as well as likely quite far from anyone, that you actually even know.

It is a conflict between neighbors, even brothers in some cases.

One which is currently in its fifth year. Five years it’s been, since the ancient land plunged into turmoil, and it’s ancient scars, were gruesomely torn, wide-open once more.

I have watched it, for those five years.  In that span of time, I have seen many things, some cruel, some almost demonic…evil things, for lack of any better definition.

We all watched in fact…

…from afar, and although at times, it may have peeked our interest a bit, in reality, at least if we’re being honest; we tuned in, largely due to curiosity, rather than any sort of legitimate humanitarian concern.

Yet there it is; still.

By now, I’m quite sure to stand correct, when acknowledging the fact that, most, if not all of us; had believed that it would have ended by now…

Yet here we are; it didn’t…

Years ago, this civil war began, in a time of violent popular uprisings, across the entire region.  The protests here, in the country of discussion, were, initially at least, peaceful; for the most part.

Soon, the images on western media coverage of the events, where getting more&more unsettling to watch.

Syria’s opposition movement, which had formed through a coalition of various groups from across the social, as well as ideological spectrum; had, as many other, formerly non-violent anti-government revolts across the region, been battered by a series of overly harsh, and in many cases deadly, crackdowns.

Marches were met with murder, as the most recent member of the long established Assad political dynasty, which had ruled the country for nearly forty years, using the brutal suppression of it’s dissidents, to solidify a hold on power, on various occasions prior to Syria’s current rebellion; Bashar Al-Assad, had only the precedents set by his father’s own struggle with armed revolt to guide him.

A doctor, educated in London, as well as a resident of the undeniably fully Western oriented city; Bashar was catapulted into the seat of power after his brother, which had been chosen and groomed, essentially as his father’s successor to the throne, was killed in a deadly car accident.  The doctor from London, we might reasonably speculate, must have been quite shocked in his initial entrance into power, and understandably so…

One which, all things considered, he, had never actually asked for, nor honestly expected.

Yet, there it was; power.

The current spearhead in Syria’s established government, seems, in many ways, not exactly the strongman type; meek, soft-spoken, and harboring the kind of demeanor, typical of a studious intellectual, not a hated dictator.

A visage in direct contrast, to that portrayed in his father’s character before him.

In truth, not all is black and white; especially in the middle-east.

Bashar al-Assad, was, believe it or not, viewed by the West, as a progressive, after first taking the reigns of power, and hailed as the man to implement a new wave of reforms, which would usher in a modern, more democratic Syria.

In fact, he nearly did…

Whether it was loosening the harsh restrictions on the internet, or incorporating Syria’s economy into the global market; for a time, Bashar al-Assad, it seemed at least, was on the right track.

Yet there it was; a growing opposition

[TO BE CONTINUED…]

B.M.Strix


The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.”
Albert Einstein

Many things fascinate the human mind; algorithms, equations, drugs or sex.  ‘Good’, or ‘evil’…

In fact, a great deal of variation is evident, in terms of individual mental stimuli .  That, is quite clear; as, is indeed the undeniable center of fascination for all humans, even since the very birth of our species.

Our minds are, at least in almost all cases, quite fond of inquisitive ‘things’, and, at least in many cases; these ‘things’, are questions, usually derived, or influenced by the world around us, yet ultimately of our own design.

One such question, stands undoubtedly supreme. That, which questions, the very nature of our existence here on earth; generally, or individually…

Why are we here exactly?

I, personally, have yet to find any sort of fucking clue…

…as, indeed do you.

True story.

The End…

Sorry.

 

 

An Honest Attempt, at Understanding Our World, through the Things which Shape it: [Entry#1.]

Much, if not most, of the information, which,you are fed systematically, day by day, tweet by tweet,  on Facebook, Youtube, and on your campus, your street-corner, in the media, and even from within the confines of knowledge, provided to you via any given choice of daily news outlet; is either highly opinionated, or, simply pure opinion.  That, is the truth, whether you like it, or admit this to be the reality, is in fact utterly irrelevant in the matter…

That said; the validity of the following passages, is for you to judge through your own self-justifiable convictions, being the child of my own personal observations, and consequent arrival at the various conclusions, relating to the subject at hand.  The concepts involved, belong to a quite broad spectrum of topics, ranging in their importance, at least in regards to your own minuscule place in this vast world of ours.

These are subjects analyzed through my own understanding, which in my personal opinion, at least honestly attempts to remain as ‘unbiased’ as humanly possible.  Unfortunately, as is the case, in, well, each and every single one of us, there is undeniably an element of unintentional, as well as uncontrollable, bias, stemming from the churning undercurrents of the dark sea beneath our conscious mind.  Perhaps, dear reader, you can let me know if you encounter anything of the sort, and, perhaps I may actually give a fuck about your observations;

or not.

…who knows.

In any case; I guess we may proceed at this point.

…Finally.

Well then, I mean, where exactly might one thrust the blade first, whilst given such a grand bounty of diverse cultural, geo-political, socio-economic, or even militarily based, topics and issues, influencing the planet which we inhabit today.

Then again we can’t simply just strike at the jugular first; what’d be the fun, or point in that now?

Especially, given the fact that, realistically I don’t honestly even really know, where it is exactly, that this ‘jugular’ topic lies.

Well…

…You’ll just have to find out in my next Entry, as that last beer, now sitting in empty submission at the edge of my screen, has swayed me against any further use of my conflicted, tired mind, at long last.  In addition to which, it’s lovely neighbor, a cheeky little joint, rolled not too long ago with care, by my own hand; has been begging for a chance to ‘spark-up’ a conversation with me.

Until next time then dear open-minded reader, and in the mean time, think beyond the boundaries which have been placed before you, think out loud if that’s what it takes to break them down like a wall in Berlin, contemplate EVERYTHING, and never, NEVER, surrender your deepest convictions to the restrictive, oppressive fools fighting to gain control of your very soul, every day.  I will be with you, now, and in those times I have mentioned in the preceding sentence, so remember my words, let them echo within the corridors of your mind, when the time comes, in your own voice, through the force of your own will.  I trust it’s stronger than you believe.

For ‘doubt’, dear friends; is only as strong as you let it be, and only exists, if you believe in it…

 

 

Thoughts on February 2017…

I’m sitting here, in a dinky little suburban coffee shop, sipping a latte, and doing something instrumental, in regards to my own understanding of ‘life’ itself; something which I have not been all to great at undertaking as of late…

…contemplating the living shit, out of everything in the world around me.

Why do I do it? I sheepishly ask myself, before a ghastly, annoying little voice inside of my aching brain responds with a simplistic…’because you’re fuckin’ nuts man.’; after which, yet another side of me bellows out from the depths of my soul, ‘Stop contemplating why you contemplate so much…life is beautiful, incredible, and undeniably infinitely intriguing, at least when one knows where to look’.  I then come to the realization, that first, one must actually ‘want’ to look.

  My mind flails to&fro, zigzagging through endless corridors, lined with flashing images, discarded thoughts, left scattered amongst the wreckage of my struggle to better comprehend our world, and barricaded rooms, blocked off for various reasons; some known to me, others lost to the dark caverns of my inner psyche.  I cringe, in a routine ritual attempt, at shaking the unwavering onslaught of cumulative concepts, flickering like strobe lights, in a bourgeois dance club through my consciousness; simultaneously, my earthly existence trickles back in through the back of my head, and out, into the fore-front.  ‘I’m back’, I sigh; ‘Kind-of…’.

Well, it’s February, cold but not freezing, warmer, yet not warm.

It’s almost like a seasonal purgatory in a sense; somewhere in the middle.  I stare outside the widow at the street outside.  The sun is setting, and, for a moment, the world on the other side of the foggy glass almost looks pleasant, warm even…yet the Chicago sun can be deceptive.  This land has yet to be liberated from the icy grasp of a Northern winter; yet, that makes little difference in my growing desire to step outside, and away from these wretched laptop keys, away from you all.  It’s not because I don’t wish to carry on my relentless assault on your perception of me being anything, ‘but’, a normal person, whatever the fuck that means.  No, in fact, I happen to be quite fond of my pervasive addiction to little cylindrical sticks of cancer…and they’re calling my name.

So…in retrospect, I have very little apathy for clinging to a single, overly-simplistic, and, at least in my own humble opinion, based upon my quite basic ‘I really don’t fucking care’ approach to going about ‘things’; the month of February, in Chicago that is, kind of sucks, but then again I guess that it really doesn’t suck all too much…Oh,

and I need to have a damn cigarette already.

Happy Trails Fuckers.

M.B.Strix