Tompkins County planners don’t counsel – they conspire.
We no longer create our communities by living in them – we just inhabit the communities our government creates.
They do all the planning. They have all the planners. They have all the power. They have all the cards.
Being alone with your Self can be an uncomfortable experience — so can thinking.
Humor is a wellspring of humanity – I refuse to be around those who are afraid to be splashed.
That’s OK; they’re not human beings. That’s OK; they’re too old anyway. That’s OK; it’s a male’s duty to sacrifice themselves. That’s OK; they’re Jews.
Historically: categorizing people as disposable; is the first step in disposing of them. And while it takes two to tango – it only takes one to dance. Or pull the plug.
A pebble in the unruffled pool of self-satisfaction. More than the arrogance with which they pronounce their doctrine of privilege and hate – it’s the smug self-satisfaction of their “one thought – one taught – one voice – one choice” enthronement that makes a perfect target. Is nothing sacred?
Folks in rural areas don’t live under the same laws as other people – or have the same worth.
But, what would you know about it. And why don’t you?
The rich and powerful make the rules; while the criminals and layabouts crack the whip – and the poor workers are “hood”winked into believing they can’t change things.
Isn’t it true that the annoyance of old-time bureaucratic form filling has been replaced by the repression of political control? Even the simplest acts are now subject to approval by authorities who nitpick trifles while the world is unraveling – the better to avoid blame.
In our current societal paradigm: survival equals importance – the more important something or someone is decided to be; the more likely the chance of surviving and thriving through government intervention. Our “science” is an example of a shamelessly self-promoting groupism – seeking an ever-increasing share of societal “importance” – translating quibbles into schisms, and meaningless discoveries into revelations. It was raining when I went outside yesterday; and it was forecast to be cloudy . . . maybe I can get a grant to study the problem.
It used to be enough to get them in line – now, they need to be present and correct – each one a conforming element; in a planned position. One Thought – One Taught – One Voice – One Choice. One array — O.K.?