For years I’ve subscribed to The Washington Post and The Guardian.
Since the pseudo-impeachment proceedings, I find I can no longer stomach reading about the daily erosional attacks on women’s rights, voting rights, civil rights, the elderly, Medicare, Social Security, the EPA, the Arctic Refuge, National Parks, the Endangered Species Act, Planned Parenthood, National Public Radio, immigration, education, the arts …
Everything is imploding into such a vast cesspool of corruption, ineptitude and shortsightedness, why bother knowing about any of it?
It’s more than I can bear. Especially because I don’t see any relief in sight.
AND YET … this has to happen.
I remember my days working as a framing carpenter doing house renovations. (Yes, I once worked as a carpenter to help fill the economic hole switching from TV to journalism.) I was astonished at the level of DE-struction that CON-struction required. Shocked, in fact, by the casual brutality of it all. The devastation. The mess.
The same dynamic applies to life.
The only reason to deconstruct something is because it’s broken. Because it is seen and acknowledged as being dysfunctional, ugly and beyond repair in its current form.
Our capitalistic system with its focus upon materialism, competition and endless unsustainable profit for the few at the expense of the many is ugly and broken and beyond redemption let alone repair. It no longer works as a benefit to mankind and has become a toxic burden for the entire planet.
Fortunately, it is falling apart. And it is doing so of its own accord. The sheer weight of the interior rot of our society is tearing things apart.
The old is making way for the new.
So, do not weep or fear. You live in a demolition zone. Sometimes it helps to remember that.