Calmly, assertively - my occupation of 'merika continues - just as it did before the Bush- even the Reagan years.
Most importantl is that I occupy my brain - and work every day to keep the bullshit out and the truth in - I can't say I am always successful. Some times I just go berserk - but these days that just means a little dramatic presentation, not taking over the local fascist radio station (1977).
So - ok - the fascists won. I am so over that - like for ninteen years so over that. And yet I read posts and listen to folks every day who have no clue. I mean no blankety blank clue.
I live in fascist 'merika because I was born here, and am damn lucky to be alive here. I am not a threat - hell everything I know is open source, and yet most 'merikans have their faces so deep into the trough that they wouldn't know the truth - and can't until they pick their heads and take a good look around. I do not see that happening soon, do you?
Am I angry ? At times I am angry. But I know anger works in favor of fascism. Am I delusional ? At times I am - because I have long deluded my self that we shall overcome, and I keep that in my soul. Am I greedy? Yes, at times I want.
I am not the Buddha.
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Only knowing yourself gives you the keys that open the door of knowledge about the world around you. Your instinct to be a shepherd to the sheeple around you is a good one - although it will break your heart at times.
Do what you can; let others do their part. In time we'll slowly help them to evolve. What more can we do?
.........Another shepherd who often cries out in frustration....
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The world as far back as I can see is run by crooks and scoundrels. They are tough, smart and ruthless and sometimes the best thing you can do is run.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Is this delusional? I dunno. Sounds a bit like calm-assertive to me.