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Every tyrant needs 3 particular things in order to attain and maintain power:
1) An adoring,unquestioning audience
2) A scapegoat
3) A cadre of thugs willing to do the dirty work
It also helps if there’s a propaganda machine in place to help spread the message. In this case, our Miscreant-In-Chief can thank Facebook and Fox News.
People pop into existence with all the freshness of growing grass, and the vibrancy of the wind. A lifetime, however long or short, is an avenue to the gods only know where. That last breath, that last look… I’d like to think it is like seeing, all anew, the last dip of the sun below the horizon, inviting the stars to shine more brightly. I’d like to hold on to all of my loved ones for as long as I can. To the one who has just passed: I hope that I brought you something of value during our time together. To the ones still here: Hold on tight. Let’s not waste a single minute. Love is all that matters.
Phil Shiell is back with some new music. Tasty stuff!
The Sun hides and crystals that have piled up remain. Hidden or not, the mere presence
of his shy face sends the squirrels hurling down tree trunks and skittering
across the crusty surface of the snow. I have the window open and I hear them
scratching around in fallen leaves and scolding each other. My fingers are chilled
nearly to the bone but I leave the window open. It is a handshake between January
and me, making good on our agreement that as Time marches I roll
along with it, and together we will stump along towards Spring.
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019
He’s got a green guitar, Emerald Isle green, and his hair is snow
white now, but his voice still rings like a Tibetan bell. I don’t care
that the decades have given him
more wisdom than he had when he made us giggle and wander. He is whole
now like an oak tree. He is bent in all the right places. He has us
all waiting for a miracle. And when it comes
if it ever comes
we’ll weep and add our voices, echoing
through the coda of humanity’s tragic history, boldly declaring
the moment we are no longer
pacing this battered cage.
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019
I want to explain what “environmental justice” means to me. The EPA (Environmental Protection Agency of the United States) defines it thusly:
“Environmental Justice is the fair treatment and meaningful involvement of all people regardless of race, color, national origin, or income with respect to the development, implementation, and enforcement of environmental laws, regulations, and policies. EPA has this goal for all communities and persons across this Nation. It will be achieved when everyone enjoys the same degree of protection from environmental and health hazards and equal access to the decision-making process to have a healthy environment in which to live, learn, and work.”
In practice, it is the corporations (typically multinational conglomerates) that set the laws, exploit the regulations governing their business practices, and inflict their toxic means to an end upon the world we’re forced to share with them.
Too often the communities that suffer the greatest environmental hazards are those too poor to protest effectively, don’t have a tax base big enough for anybody to pay attention to, and are too stressed to worry about their environment. They have things like food and school supplies and heating bills to worry about. The quality of their air, ground water or food is pretty low on the list.
So far I’ve been talking like an American. The concept of Environmental Justice doesn’t stop at our shores. People in China are witnessing the polluting of their major cities at a level we couldn’t conceive of here in America because at least we have laws that protect us and our natural environment to a certain degree.
India is witnessing a complete erosion of a local, rural economic system that has been in place for centuries, while their government rushes to become an economic superpower on the same par as China and the US.
This race for global economic supremacy destroys communities, ravages the land, depletes natural resources at an astonishing rate, and annihilates any hope we have for maintaining balance on the planet.
Don’t take my word for it. Read. Learn.
Participate in solutions and movements and new visions for the future. What else have you got to do?
You wouldn’t know it from looking at the outside, but we live in a Fun House. That’s right, we do. Only the walls know what goes on when we’re not home, and they’ve managed to remain mute for nearly two decades now.
I’ll give you two examples of the fun that can be had:
First off, there isn’t a source of natural light anywhere in the house at 5am. So, when I go into the closet (always careful to close myself in so one of the cats doesn’t sneak in and hide in there the whole work day without a litter box) I carefully choose what I”m going to wear for work. Because of the light, though, I’ve frequently gotten the color scheme wrong. Let’s just say that it’s always a surprise what I’ve picked out to wear for the day, and I don’t know what that it is until I get into my office and look down. Frequently that means that what I thought was brown is actually green, and what I thought was black is actually blue, etc.
Second example: There’s always one cat out of five that has perfected talents unbeknownst to any of us. Today one of them exhibited the ability to set off a window alarm. As I plodded down the sleet covered flagstone that is my front sidewalk (with as much grace as a 99 year old), returning home from a long Monday in Hell (work), I heard a noise. “An alarm? WTF?”
Peering through the front windows, there wasn’t a cat to be seen anywhere. Normally there are at least 3 snoozing in the sun at one pair of windows, lazily gazing at me with annoyance. “Did you have to come home now and wake me up?”
Not this time. Not a fuzzball anywhere, but the window alarm was screeching merrily. Enough to drive even the cats crazy apparently. How that talented individual managed to accomplish this without the other 4 cats meowing a hairball out of him, I’m not sure. I doubt, however, that he’ll pull a stunt like that one again anytime soon.
More later. Cheers for now!