Above: a project of mine that is almost finished. It may just come in handy…
Ever want to just get away from it all? Things just south of where I live seem to be getting a little dodgy. I’m not following it closely – bad for my health – but I get the impression that we (the entire Planet) are in for a frightening amusement park ride, kind of like being on a rickety contraption that has needed maintenance – no, out-and-out modification – for waaayyy too long. Circumstances beyond our control, such as locked iron bars across our laps, forbid escape, yet we might have avoided the crisis by deciding to take a hike somewhere in a remote place, instead of hanging around the bright lights of the “city.”
Somewhere maybe like this…
Another, more sensible, pro-active move might have been to contact those in authority and let them know how concerned we might be about the outdated, treacherous state of the ride. We might have placed pressure on the management for some critical improvements.
If the authorities were unresponsive, perhaps we might have got a group together and gone down to the “mayor’s office” and made some noise. Bang some pots and pans, maybe. Sing a few songs, perhaps.
But not enough of us did. Those things seem to have gone out of fashion.
So now, here we are on this now visibly scary ride. Because of the hate-filled, unpredictable, unfit-to-lead, loud-mouthed guy about to be handed the buttons and levers, we look down and wish we were wearing Depends.
And we desperately hope we can save ourselves by bringing back the mild-mannered fellow who used to operate it. But the real problem is bigger than that. The thing has no “fine tuning.” The machine needs to be redesigned and replaced.
We need more controls than one button with an elephant and another with a donkey.
It doesn’t matter who stands in the control booth. The owners, apparently worth billions, like it very simple – the way it is. It is they who need to be changed. And they are so desperate to stay in charge that they create fables to point away from their crude dichotomy as the fundamental problem and toward convenient “enemies.”
At this particular moment I don’t want to be even standing next to this ride – hence the above project. I do not want, nor do I want my family, to become collateral damage if and when the entertainment turns to real horror.
So I’m building, with renewable resources, a canoe big enough for my extended family. If I can, I’ll hire a genius like Nainoa Thompson to navigate for us.
Wish us luck and fair winds. Maybe we will meet somewhere on the high seas or on a remote island. When those pesky gamma rays hit, I want to be well tanned.
Until then, aloha.