To those of us who have been paying attention, the future does not look bright.
Our government -- well, our lack of government. The rich own the world and they got theirs, now they are slamming the door shut on the rest of us. Government? We have no government. Soon we'll see our Treasury for what it is - not real full. Hard times ahead for us.
I don't envy the rich. Not one for living behind locked doors, myself. Dullsville.
I think about ladders these days. I think about the rungs on a ladder.
And I think who is at the bottom of that ladder.
So many folks, here in the US and all around the world, on that last rung. The poor. The powerless. The forgotten.
It gives me grim humor to think that once these folks are pushed off the bottom rung, guess what? The next ones higher up are now the bottom rung. And so it will go until folks ratchet up the fighting, until the middle class becomes the lowest class, a big bunch of chaos staring us all in the face. We know its shape, but not the details. We do, we know this. Everyone who posts here knows this.
The government will not stop the War in Iraq. It will not remove criminals from the halls of power. It will not stand up for regular Americans. There are consequences to be had from these actions, the sins of commission and the sins of omission.
Ladders. As I write this diary in cyberspace, there are folks already falling off the ladder. Over a million in Iraq, hundreds of thousands in New Orleans, and across the country millions with no safety net, so it's a hard drop, yes it's a very hard drop.
On every continent this is happening, through war or hostile environment, through poverty or corrupted power. Right now folks are falling, and it's a hard drop.
Amid all this catastrophe and gloom, all the anger and frustration and terror (the real kind, not the fake kind), I am whimsical and continue to blog. What crazy delusion, to think words on a screen will matter worth a molecule!
Well, I don't think that about blogging, that it'll "matter." It's real time communication over the most amazing worldwide series of tubes -- technology I used to dream of when reading science fiction as a young girl. I meet minds from all over the world. I get to put in my two cents. It is a reward in itself.
Nor am I content to whistle while skirting the abyss. This is no path to glory for me. I'm no hero, no paragon of virtue. I'm not all that politically active, if I were to vanish tomorrow, the world would carry on quite nicely. My morals are questionable, my attitude bad, my manners almost nonexistent. No, I absolutely do not feel I have anything grand and miraculous to solve the problems of the world.
I do however, intend to bear witness, for as long as I am able. If for nothing else, just for spite. I rudely stick out my tongue at those who wish to frighten me and I witness. If for nothing else ...