So many people want to be Authority Figures these days – flashing honors and credentials like patents of nobility.
Or Messengers: racing from place to place – filled with the importance of delivering the News; without the danger and drudgery of involvement.
A society of elite people holding themselves above or outside of the oppression and evil of our times — with an eye on the lifeboat.
Outreach is important. The “If they want our help; they can come to us” attitude of our institutions leaves people to rot in place – or suffer until they are willing to take that big first step. Instead of making people ask: “Can you help me?” — We should be asking; “How can we help you?”
We work harder and harder to put aside crops that we cannot eat – for the glory of those who only count warehouses.
There is no room for the Big Picture – for us; it’s all filled with Doctrine.
Like the joke about losing money on every item sold; but making it up in volume – today’s Social Justice policies have little connection to practicality – or reality.
I’m still waiting for an explanation of why it’s a good idea to give our government the power to discriminate against whoever they choose. It will probably be something like: “We lose rights for every citizen – but we make it up in . . . .”? I can’t imagine.
Crimestoppers? Case-solvers might be a better name for it – with everyone doing their part to solve the case – But stopping crime is not about process: it’s about results.
I remember being told by a coworker that when she replaced the carpet in her condo unit: the floor underneath was found to be covered with cigarette butts and unswept construction debris – the original carpet layers just rolled the carpet and pad over whatever was on the floor: just doing their part.
Maybe the problem is not a case of “falling through the cracks” but of being hidden under the Criminal Justice System carpet.
The squeaky wheel gets the disability payments.
It evades the issue; and puts you into a defensive position of having to explain yourself.
Of course they tell you to eat all you want – to fatten you up for the Feast.
“In rural NY no one can hear you scream.”
When we tried to stop the invasion of large gravel trucks and industrial tractor trailers racing through our rural backroads; by requesting a 4-ton weight limit for through-truck traffic – the County Highway Director claimed they didn’t even exist. And when we documented it with photographic proof – he suddenly put up 20-ton weight limit signs.
But that’s only the beginning of the conduct of officials and their legislative oversight: read “Tompkins County and Tammany Hall” – free eBook download on Smashwords.com and paperback on Amazon.
As they say: “You can’t make this shit up” — and in Tompkins County, NY; you don’t have to.