Monday, March 23, 2009
Be the Change
Did you see Obama on 60 Minutes Sunday? I must say that I like him. I like his family. I want to see his daughters playing on their new swing set. I am waiting for the dog. I love the fact that our First Lady is planting a vegetable garden on the grounds of the White House. I love having an articulate and calm person as President. He reminds me of a young Morgan Freeman, who I have really enjoyed portraying the President in movies such as “Deep Impact.” President Obama is so refreshing in so many ways, after eight years of the despicable Bush administration, and all his reptilian associates. I find him to be a welcome relief.
Except for the delusional part. You know, the delusion that we are ever going to get back to being “normal.” The economy will recover. Banks will be lending again to build more condos and buy more automobiles and get the latest gadget at the mall. The Sex in the City gals will be showing off their $400 high heels and displaying Victoria’s latest “secret.” We’ll once again be entreated to put a dream vacation on a credit card and drink beer with lime in it on some Caribbean beach.
We can go back to pretending that those happy and industrious Chinese workers are just thrilled to be manufacturing all our widgets and processing all the world’s toxic waste in their bare feet. The Tibetan glaciers that feed the major rivers of both India and China are not really melting. We can pretend that the TRILLIONS of dollars of debt that are being loaded on the backs of the U.S. taxpayers is somehow repayable – despite the soaring interest it relentlessly accumulates. We can pretend that the government now has our best interests at heart, despite the fact that Big Pharm and Big Agri-business and Big Finance are all intractably in place, and in the interests of “our safety,” they are going after small farmers and vitamin producers.
Move along, Citizen, nothing to look at here… just the same ol’ same ol’ military industrial complex gearing up in Afghanistan and those narco-dollars propping up Wall Street sociopaths. Except that it ain’t going to work this time. Having no sense of enough being enough, the greed mongers and barons of avarice have leveraged their way to total and unavoidable systemic collapse. By summer, I would wager that even those of us who have seen it coming will find it difficult to believe.
I keep flashing on those NFL players who drifted off in the cold seas after their fishing boat capsized. Formerly so strong and fit and in charge of their lives, it must have seemed utterly surreal and devastating to be helpless and drifting off with no help on the way. Those of us in life boats will be surrounded by cries for help. Those are the sounds that I am haunted by. The blathering from Washington is seeming ever more distant. It just doesn’t matter much anymore what they say. The elites are going to do what it is that they do. We simply have no power over it.
The rest of us are on our own. So, after years of harping on resource depletion and financial nymphomania, it is quite gratifying to see that some of us, at least, are making alternative plans. I want to know the details of how Belgium’s crust turns out, how Randy’s seeds and beer making is coming along, how Rockpickers and Oldensoul’s and ras’s gardens are growing. What sense is Ely making of things from his perspective in South America, or Singapore Guy in Asia? That is what is important to me now. Mrs. P’s raised beds, Montana’s little village and swimming hole. P’s plans to move, Jaque’s coping in L.A. And all the newbies and those who have not spoken yet. You are all more interesting to me than those bleating the same old moribund message of revitalizing Wally World.
To hell with all that. From now on, I want to concentrate mostly on what works for us and how it is going. We have gardens to grow, new ways to structure our lives, places to explore, ideas to try. Eventually, new ways of being will rise from the dung heap of this culture. Let us celebrate our victories and share our defeats. To that end, I am going to attempt to put pictures up on the blogsite and include our e-mail address on the home page so that our cyber-tribe can send pictures that we will post for us all to see. Last night I went to sleep thinking of the question that Belgium asked about why a drop of water holds a piece of wax paper so securely to the countertop. I woke up still obsessing about it after dreaming of an electronic universe inspired by a book I am reading that I never would have picked up if it had not been for the influence of Rockpicker. I am grateful and amazed at the influence that we have had on one another.
I’ll quit now and see if I can figure out how to post this message with a picture or two for starters of our place.