My dream on this earth is to help as many people as I possibly can make it into the ultimate life boat. In a virtuous world the captain goes down with his ship because virtuous captains put the lives of their passengers and crew before their own. But our world has become anything and everything but virtuous, mostly because diabolical narcissists have replaced virtuous captains at almost every level of society.
My friend Jim who runs one of the most popular open mikes in our area said to me last night, we are doomed. He’s 100% correct. The question is, what are we going to do about it? These people who come for the music and comradery; to leave the world outside…to sing and be sung to… Most all of them are worth saving. For Paul who just lost his wife of 22 years, music is his medicine. For 16-year-old Lily, music is her dream. On the surface, it’s a great space to pass the time in. But something crucially important is missing…
When I think of the musical dreamers of the sixties, I realize they had more truth on their palette and in their set list because (and this will floor you) we were, with all of our many problems, living in a far more virtuous world. There were more virtuous captains on more virtuous ships sailing more virtuous seas. Good was good. Bad was bad. Boys became men and girls became women then. But times have changed…or have been changed. The visionary Dylan became the self-absorbed Bieber, and here we are…kind of a metaphorical Poseidon Adventure. Everything that’s anything has been turned upside down.
So I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is that there is room for us all in the ultimate life boat. The bad news is…the price of the ticket is truth at all cost. And for those of you unfamiliar with the Garfield addendum; the truth will set us free, but first it will make us miserable. Narcissists don’t do miserable especially well, but the rest of us can and will if we are able to comprehend the value proposition behind it…the ultimate and eternal source of true and ever-lasting happiness.
Unfortunately, it pains me to say, most of my generation has dropped the ball. We’ve lost our most basic instincts, dropped our guards and packed away our principles and values in the shoeboxes stuffed in our attics alongside the cartons containing our vinyl record albums and other forgotten relics. In so doing, we have for the most part anesthetized ourselves in preparation for the coming storm. I really can’t explain why I have forced myself to stay awake while so many have drifted off around me. I feel like Leon Russell’s Stranger in a Strange Land. Even the shepherds have fallen in among the herd…and they are truly the last canary after the fall of the “Forth Estate”. RIP Morley…you may as well have taken the rest with you.
The Final Act –
She musters a smile for his nostalgic tale Never comin’ near what he wanted to say Only to realize It never really was… ~ What a Fool Believes, The Doobie Brothers
So here’s the deal; the bottom line as we used to call it in the real world. When you’ve packed away your senses…your most common and essential senses, you believe what they tell you to believe. So prepare yourselves my huckleberry friends for the ultimate punchline.
While they are busy mutilating and enslaving young women, torturing and murdering small helpless children, selling-out to our enemies, brainwashing our kids and bowing at the feet of the new slave owners, they are preparing one gigantic/enormous/humungous HAPPY FACE to cover it all up! Tom Deweese connects the dots tying the most evil pack of diabolical schemers our world has ever known to a bright shiny new Gross National Happiness (GNH) Index designed to replace the old Gross National Product (GNP) Index. Instead of relying on the same social data points regarding political and economic conditions that man has relied on for thousands of years, they will become our sun, moon and stars…they will tell us how happy they are making us!
But then again, there are those among us who haven’t relinquished our senses, packed away our principles, or lost our own moral compasses. They call us “radicals” and “extremists”. Only a devout socialist or communist would actually refer to a person irrevocably attached to their liberty and freedom as a radical or extremist, but there you are…welcome to the New World Order. B.J Soper has another take on it: “We’re the guys that see the wolves for what they are,” Soper said as watched her bounce away. “And we want to protect the sheep.” Please read his story and then you decide. www.oathkeepers.org Sooner rather than later we will all have to choose…