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If you live in the not-so-United States, there’s a lot of hub-bub about VOTING. Oh. Hey. Is that today? Yes, it may be happening right now! Wait. Read this.
It goes into all sorts of heated debates about rights which nip and peck at matters like race, gender and religion. It teases about aspirations for taxes, schools, jobs and the big ol’ dinosaur of a “snake-in-the-grass” known as insurance. It starts to sound like a chariot race at some Roman coliseum or an NFL football crowd. It’s like war without most of the bloodshed. I guess…that’s…a good thing?
And, unless you pay no attention to TV or…apparently…any screen receiving “feeds” of some “newsworthy” kind, you are sure to see and/or hear something about the push to vote. It might be worse than the push for pumpkin-spice everything, the obnoxious internet service monopoly commercials and…well, no, none of those is as annoying as the lawyer who can’t stop flashing his face and talking in his annoying voice every half hour because he decided to invest in every branch of life as he knows it, thinking that gives him a right to be a broadcast nag. On that matter, I vote NO.
Now, back to the bigger voting matter(s). Oh wait, we interrupt this blog for a commercial endorsement by some celebrity…yep, I think it’s none other than Mr. Technology Rapper, Common. Okay. Uh-huh. Got it, smooth talker.
So, as I was saying…
What? Wait 8 seconds to bypass this ad for candidate Dingleberry? *sigh* Oookayyy…
Ya see what’s happening here?
Now, if you have the patience and don’t suffer from one of those “attention-deficient disorders,” I have a few things to say. And, I might get winded. But, that’s just part of the misery of being a citizen in “the greatest country in the world.” [Nobody’s perfect here. Okay, Earthlings? If you seriously cannot read all I have to say, you may kindly skip down to the lower portion that begins with “Let me just make this short and bittersweet.”]
Americans?…and all who occupy the country even if you are not “legally settled in” the place. Voting is a citizen’s right. Yet, from all the noise going around, it sounds more like an obligation pending. And, on the sides, you have all the talk about interference and other reasons to be concerned.
This time, the red guys win. Next time, the blue guys win with the adolation of most “celebrities,” those members of some “academy” or “foreign press” association. [It all sounds like secret society talk, like some Luminati or Nazi nod or stroke of the nose. We got ya, boss. Wink.] Nothing good can really be achieved if every day is spent battling Joes and Cobras, or if one “side” paints the town red just for the other to paint it blue when they dominate “seats.” It’s just a waste of time and energy (life).
If recent years haven’t made it abundantly clear, the whole U.S. voting system is a joke and a mess. [Remember the “chad” fiasco from a previous election? That thing that made the cryp-to-spo-rid-i-um scare seem trivial.] But, like other U.S. messes, it goes around and around, and no one really makes an improvement. Is that stability or insanity? [And, if anyone in Russia is laughing at this, take a look in the mirror, once in a while. Are you really any better off? Is any country truly happy with itself? I’d like to know, and I might like to live there.]
And, when the voting is supposedly done, the winners get a mixed bag of quiet time (in which they can do whatever they want) and time in the spotlight when they either get mention for some kind of achievement or pestered for what they did wrong. The latest gladiator to enter this arena has been grilled and then grilled some more for being an all-around fool. Yet, all the noise hasn’t made him even flinch.
Does that mean he’s just that secure in himself or is all the noise just noise and an illusion of unrest? And, if it’s an illusion of unrest, what is going on here? What are “they” protecting at the risk of several minds, not to mention lives?
I begin to question the whole security and essence of my existence. Don’t you? Are we all just cattle being scared into bumping into each other, dropping money we supposedly earn to secure our “status” in this world and our futures, dropping it on the grate that filters into some system we have no control over though we are pressed to vote it into existence year after year? Are we just batteries in some grand machine, handed illusions of better lives until we are broken and replaced? Or, are we truly valued individuals who have a right to live on the same planet and, at least, not assault each other as we find balance with the environment?
I know the concept of everyone living content and having kids as they will is beyond my comprehension of population control. It’s some idyllic fantasy of a science-fiction show about some people and aliens in spandex costumes breaking apart the universe in pursuit of other worlds to occupy and systems of order to upset. [Yeah. Let’s upset some other race. Not ours. Whatever. I guess it’s all learning from experience. Right? Even if it takes an eternity for the light bulb to glow.] I can but choose not to imagine what life would be like if we were no different than deer and lions chasing around in the wilderness, risking the chance of being slain and eaten. But, such is “domesticated” life, conditioned in our minds for such a long time. Right?
And now, back to our voting program……still in progress.
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If voting is a gauntlet of fear and anger with a roaring crowd occupying some sort of stadium, arguing over which “side” will rule the land, I really don’t want any part of it. I mean, I am not sure I fit into that sort of medieval mentality, that clash of kingdoms and warlords where you paint your faces to represent a side and then unleash all kinds of confetti-infused mayhem on the land. You’d think the country would have evolved beyond the WW2 days of war bonds and collecting materials for vehicles, rations and weapons. Is this Game of Thrones or Fantasy Island?
If you are pressed to vote and looked down upon for not voting, isn’t that sort of…bullying? Isn’t that as bad as sexism and racism?
Is the “system” so desperate to keep everyone “involved” just to appear as if they care and can work together rather than actually learning to work together?
Has life on this planet become all about the “clicks” and “likes” rather than actually putting our hands together to make some good happen?
Are the “powers that be” so concerned about order crumbling into chaos that their only reassurance is to pressure everyone to partake in this mad scene called a vote?
If we all quarrel and fuss, are our voices reassuring anyone?
Is this like a game of Marco Polo in which being heard confirms we’re still alive and not up to no good?
If a tree in the forest makes a sound, does that mean it’s not plotting to end you?
And, if you must vote with only what you get from ads and debates and those colorful not-so-little flyers passed around until they litter the streets like some 1940s war-era movie disaster, isn’t your vote a bit mis-educated? Misguided? How many candidates make the same promises and then bend differently once in office? Does it really matter who gets in the offices? Does any side really win forever? Does anything good last? Is everyone ever happy?
[Now, I am sure it’s worse in other countries. I know no Americans are getting beheaded, killed for going against the flow and/or voicing opinions that don’t agree with the ruling force. Women aren’t as “repressed” in the U.S….though one could argue the conditioned mindsets of makeup and fashion are a bit like shackles. Is that comforting to know or just a different color of the same crap?]
I cannot honestly say I have any grand knowledge of or trust in any candidate. Sure, I could “research.” But, if all I get is the “resume” of aspirations, am I not still taking a gamble on a person’s character? I cannot be guaranteed one person put in a government job slot will improve anything. And, whether or not my vote does some good cannot be proven. It’s no better than me offering up a prayer unanswered or tossing a coin in a fountain and making a wish. Yet, both of those are not NEARLY as costly to “air time,” taxes and the environment.
[I have voted in previous elections. And, did it make me feel good? Not really. I get that voting, as a right, gives people a chance to decide who gets some sort of job which is supposed to improve the way everyone lives. But, there’s just as much chance my choice will get slammed for some crime he or she did not previously admit and turn out to be something I did not want, at all. I trusted a man’s calm face only to then question is motives and worry about the environment not only threatening job security but the resources that sustain life. If my vote contributes to making my life miserable or ending it sooner than it should be…what the frick am I achieving?!]
When George Washington became the first president of the “United States,” I doubt everyone who could vote voted. People were present and denied the chance and/or right to vote. Some couldn’t make it to wherever it was decided to have their say. Yet, some consensus pushed him up the red-white-and-blue pipe to the top and convinced him to lead the people as he had led some faction through war. And, somehow, this was better than the old taxing ways of the “red coats” and the even older conquering broods that stormed lands, slaying and enslaving natives. Well, it got his face stamped on a few things; that’s for sure. But, is that such a great thing, considering what other places have been stamped with and/or the names they’ve been given? [Boy, I sure enjoyed my weekend at Screw-Your-Soul Lake! I got the chance to climb Mt. Sisyphus and ride the It-Doesn’t-Matter-Horn.]
SEGWAY ALERT! [And, I don’t mean one of those semi-trendy electric scooters.]
And, let’s stop making memorials for every damn wrong humans committed! Aren’t movie remakes enough to let people know they aren’t learning from past mistakes? We’re not making new good; we’re just remodeling the old bad. A statue that represents a racist attrocity isn’t going to stop people from being racist. It’s just as likely to remind people how and/or why to commit one. [What did that guy do? Oh…now that I think of it, maybe I should do that.]
Ever heard of a killer that mimicked a past one? That’s kind of what history does. It’s a sneaky reminder of all the good and bad deeds done in the past, and that filters through our minds like panning for gold. Some will get the virtues while others collect the vices.
Just because there is a Mecca, pope or Buddha doesn’t mean everyone is going to pray to it, him or her and get the benefit. But, at least, those three are hopeful options versus big, glaring reminders of some horror that took place. I’d personally rather walk down a street to find some positive inspiration rather than a reason to feel depressed and/or unreasonable guilt, thank you very much. Yes, many, many people died here. But, you don’t see nearly as many memorials for all the natives trampled and slaughtered under the cover of Thanksgiving! No. Just plenty of casinos and “reservations.” Did we learn anything, class?
And, breathe.
Voting is not something you hand out on the street, not knowing where it has been and where it is going. You don’t smuggle foreigners into voting booths to sway your preference. You should not have to even worry about another country tampering with the ads and/or results. [I won’t name names because that’s like the old school ritual of gossip about “germs.” And, that’s…kinda like bullying. But, thanks a bunch, electronic “conveniences.” Is it so hard to print paper forms or take a vote in person? Why not just have every voter stand in front of a video (or “phone”) camera and voice their choice like the kooks who participate in those “reality TV game shows” who send someone packing every week? Wait. Can that be tampered with, too?] You don’t quibble about ID proof or pester your citizens about anything that they are or do other than being a registered citizen and their choice of candidates. You should not be fed similar mud-slinging stories from all of the candidates and then forced to make a choice with poor education.
If voting is no better than a “Catholic school” permitting some questionable–to say the least–practices or drilling old scripture into your heads that isn’t being respected, it’s as useless as making a complaint to the boss at work who brushes it off for whatever reason and works under the thumb of another guy who works under the thumb of another guy who… Can’t we come up with a better system, already? Or, just do our best to respect the decisions of some person or persons that want to make such decisions so badly so as to keep our heads and liberties, if we still have any.
Let’s not trade dictatorship for democracy or shuffle the cards and pick one of the already disfunctional systems.
And, god or gods help us, let’s not hand over the planet to the alien robots some aspire to replace our humanity, as flawed as it may be. As cool as some might think it is to meet a Transformer, do you really want to be replaced by one or be denied the chance to have real children of your own who go on to have their own children, and so on? Do you really want humankind, your kind, to end its historic tale in a blaze of disaster and failure? Do you think all monkeys want to be known for flinging poo?
I’ve personally heard enough about the origins of democracy to make me give up my fascination with ancient Greece. But, I’d really like such negative and worrisome feelings to just go away so I can wander in daydreams of the old exquisite architecture and happier toga parties…or kimono parties in the Far East, surrounded by cherry trees in full bloom.
Making televised ceremony of some “heir” taking a throne before making baby heirs to ensure the future of one family keeping the old kingdom’s balls rolling isn’t better. It’s like “reality TV” government. And, I really don’t see how probing into the lives of your leaders is allowing anyone to think clearly enough to run any nation. It may be “transparency,” but I don’t want someone watching me poop just to know I am not up to no good. Are the concepts of trust and faith so dead and gone from this world? Are we all so criminal that no one can be trusted with doing GOOD? [And, if you’re booking a flight to Mars just to get away from it all, send me a letter, telling how much better you have it there, provided you don’t repeat these mistakes we humans haven’t learned to correct, yet. Bomb-shelter scare, anyone?]
Ideally, you should have a chance to speak with the candidates and get a feel for what you really like and dislike about the people. After all, this is all “for the people, by the people.” Right? Well, how close is “by the people” if the candidates are just images on a screen and some audio clip endorsing the ad? And, how much do we really get out of debates other than who slammed the opposition best and who stood up for him or her self? Are debates just a wrestling match and test of social stability?
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Let me just make this short and bittersweet. [I just like to say that in hopes of preventing myself from foaming at the mouth and exhausting all of my resources, resources like those considered so abundant that they can be wasted on everything “WiFi,” cable-fed and campaign-related when there are people and other animals struggling to live in a world that can’t come to terms with population control and balance with nature. And, maybe, if you DO suffer from a drifting mind, you’ll float down here and get the consensus of my thoughts.]
If voting is not simply a right of United States citizens (and should be a right in other countries, as well), if, instead, it is some sort of obligation like taxes, attending certain schools and obeying certain laws, then it should be an educated decision people make as comfortably as depositing waste in their toilets. Yes, I am saying voting should be as pleasurable as pooping and peeing. And, right now, it’s not even close.
If you made voting available online–as I am sure many are considering even now–that is not the solution! A swipe right or left on some mobile device might be easier than going to a foreign building to fill out a ballot, but it’s as or even more likely to be corrupted and, thus, futile, just because you cater to lazy whims and, again, consider resources like electricity and all of these invisible rays passing through our bodies and everything else on the planet just to transmit “decisions” we should be making face-to-face, with each other, considering such resources so abundant that they can be wasted when so many go without and fall to the wayside.
Let’s really work together to find a “system” that works as well as or better than those supposed globally peaceful “federations” you hear about in some show about “space explorers” who…end up going to war with other worlds and fighting over who is right and wrong, anyway. There has to be a better way! Let’s find it! Not just Americans. Not just celebrity-sales-pitch slaves. Every human on Earth.
Oh, now don’t get any pushy ideas about me as some candidate. I have little to no concrete wisdom about running a house, much less a country or planet. Just noble aspirations and a weakening heart crumbling under so many social pressures and failures. And, I don’t have a clue who I could work with to make things actually better for everyone.
Don’t vote for me. Vote for your city, state and/or country’s security. Vote responsibly or not at all (just like using drugs, including alcohol, pills and all things weed-y). If you cannot meet with the candidates and feel confident in what they could do (because we cannot expect anyone entering a sea of mysterious operators from warring factions to be some kind of Moses parting the Red–Red? Hmm.–Sea), then your vote is dangerous and likely futile.
If no one votes…well, that’s not likely to happen anytime soon. But, if you don’t vote, does it really matter? Someone’s going to step up to make decisions, in pursuit of establishing noble order, domination of territory or just a place in history books. Some folks will follow that person while others will resist. And, if you do vote only to complain later about and/or suffer from the results, did you achieve anything good? And, isn’t that a shame?
I’m Writingbolt, a currently faceless (because I honestly fear for my life, sometimes) identity on a cash cow farm…er, blog site, and I support this statement, even if it fills enough pages to quality for a whatever Times bestseller. If nothing else, I’ve stated my opinion, for what that’s worth. I’m told it’s good to write down one’s thoughts. I hope that’s true. And, I hope I haven’t wasted any precious resources with this output.
The Masked Price of the Olympics
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This year, 2022, there is sufficient buzz about the unpleasant politics and inhumane behavior under the snowy surface of the Beijing winter Olympics. Some people are particularly agitated and claiming this will be a stain on Olympic history. They say the IOC has been corrupted and bent to the sway of profits and commercialism, as if this is something new. With so much focus on the global economy, why WOULDN’T handing the reins to China happen? That’s like asking why the USA gets to call the shots when it comes to who has use and ownership of nuclear weapons.
The USA has plenty of history in inhumane behavior; so now that porcelain China shows some rotting ivories, it’s the enemy of all humanity? It’s Nazi Germany? The IOC, however that works, took the easy road and let the biggest financial source on the east side run the show for two years out of the past twenty-two. Big deal. [Well, if China has any sort of military/financial merger in the works with presently hostile-looking Russia and Mr. Putin, it could be a big deal…for everyone. Yet, that’s just the regular cup of coffee in global news; two nations reaching an agreement that scares the rest of the world like birds on a wire.] And, what happens when the USA or Canada gets the reins, again? What if someone digs up dirt on the west side? Ooh. I’m shaking in wonder.
Certain nations refused to send political figures to Beijing as a sort of boycott, trying to make a statement. China supposedly responded by attempting to appear innocent of any crime in the public eye…and re-using a song from the previous Olympics for one of their world-unification displays. [I thought that was rather tacky.] And, regardless of what people in suits and ties fail to agree upon, the games go on with so many highly (and some poorly) trained athletes risking their lives in more ways than one to get a slice of fame, income and glory, branded with logos and sponsorships, stalked by cameras. Is it any wonder any one of them crumbles under the pressure?
Under the clouds of racial and political discontent, there are the same athletic struggles and stumbles seen year after year; athletes, sometimes, just failing from lousy weather/course conditions. If I go back and look at every Olympics season, I’m sure to see someone suffer some sort of emotional, psychological fracture. One “perfect” athlete, in particular, chose to make a spectacle of herself by driving drunk. Another turned to violence against a competitor. Others suffer some sort of shocking health crisis which I doubt any sponsor wants to advertise and/or fund; it reminds me of those ads for the “wounded warriors.” The “racehorses,” who get pumped up to the highest level of pressure for the entertainment and gambling of others, go from the spotlight to rehab and misery; and we just keep moving on from season to season, sending more “warriors” to the slaughter. Fun!
Just as I am writing this piece, I am watching the national news representative(s) repeatedly stab a particularly dazzling, beautiful, fiery blonde starlet with icy shards of doubt and discouragement for making one mistake in one race of one event in which she is eligible to compete. Who, other than myself, thinks she will have a psychological breakdown, especially after being spotlighted for coping with the grief of losing a parent? Come on, humanity! Show your shining star some compassion!
Idiots, with your stupid repetitive questions about her one lackluster performance! Shut the freak up and let her ski! I’m giving you a 98% deduction for being near-complete morons. You’re not even worthy of being complete morons; you’re still imperfect. What separates you from complete morons? No one knows. Live with that. Or, better yet, get yourselves involved in some stupid cancel-culture scandal and just go away.
Most of the time, most seasons, the real disasters faced by “star” athletes get washed out by the talk of technical errors, medal counts and the general push for tourism, advertising the host nation and other vacation venues around the world…because, it seems, whenever it’s Olympics season, it’s also vacation/travel season. Everyone is pushing everyone to get out there, explore the world and fuel the global economy, including those sponsors who are placing bids on all the young (and a few not-so-young) racehorses otherwise known as Olympic competitors. So, what’s the big deal with one host nation having poor ethics and making faulty promises in the big scheme of commercialized competition?
Personally, if I wanted to boycott an Olympics, I’d refuse to send my nation’s athletes as well as my political elite. Just skip the games, completely. Sorry, athletes, your insane amount of rehearsing, physical training, rehab, building up the hopes of sponsors and promotional efforts were in vain. You have to understand that politics got in the way of you enjoying the spirit of global peace and friendly competition. That is…if the Olympics ARE a source of global peace and friendly competition.
How friendly is competition so strongly operated by commercial sponsors? How friendly is competition in which athletes run the risk of ruining their bodies for life just to get a tenth-of-a-point edge above their competitors? And, how are athletes from every nation that can send them supposed to feel the unifying spirit of the Olympics when their every move and breath is under scrutiny and threatened by questionable leadership?
If I was a competitor in the Beijing winter games, and someone filled my head with all of the political unrest circling the host nation, not to mention the prevailing concerns over general health and the whole COVID-19 scare, I’d be sufficiently afraid to even set foot in China. One wonders what gives so many the courage to compete, considering the circumstances. Is it all concern over finances? Is an athlete’s paycheck from temporary, fleeting stardom worth the risk, better than getting a regular job? [And, if that last bit is true, what does that say about the global economy? It sucks? Jobs, in general…suck?] Is it like a $100 gift card to get a not-very-effective vaccine shot? Are fears for safety and security washed away by financial promises from gambling sponsors? And, how is the competition still fun when so much is “riding on the line” and a tiny mistake can separate stardom from “nothing?”
Once upon a time, the Olympics were a truce between warring factions of the world, a break from the usual conflict over land ownership with the hope of dissolving animosity with fair and non-lethal competition, a little amusement to break up the quarrels over who makes a better king or emperor and who gets to enslave the people of a land that looks like easy prey. They were not the deadly contests of Roman gladiators. No one was being thrown to the lions. And, no one mistreated the lions for sport or commercial gain.
If you look at recent Olympics, you might see a few casualties who are essentially lion food when they leave the host nation. Of course, there are also those rare champion, legend stories of athletes who suffer horribly one year and then pick themselves back up to win some sort of medal or prize in another Olympics. But, those are truly rare cases. And, the media like to make everyone watching think anyone who breaks their body into a million pieces or suffers the big bad “C” can recover and be the next shining star, be that next contender to wear a suit covered in the logos of financial backers who all want a piece of the glory achieved by one fragile human being.
So, you see, while some are so furiously concerned with politics and inhumane treatment THIS year, we are neglecting the racehorses who often enough suffer just as badly. Some might be kept in prisons and/or forced to work under unpleasant conditions. But, even the most prized athletes are coming out of the shadows of their training spaces to expose equally troubling secrets, sometimes years after they were shining so brightly in the spotlight. And, it wasn’t a high-ranking political figure who deserved the blame; it was someone on the training staff.
The Beijing 2022 Winter Olympics are nothing special; they certainly are not as shiny as the 2008 edition. But, I have yet to see a single Olympics in which everything went perfectly or was completely innocent and entertaining. Every year there is something that leaves me a little sour. On that note, I don’t aspire to appear in any Olympics competition…but I’d sure love to be in that stadium at the opening and closing ceremonies, befriending people from around the world who share my passions, ideally initiating friendships that I can carry with me the rest of my life.
The best of every Olympics comes in the little moments you see happen between athletes from competing nations, when two individuals, working so hard to earn the most coveted medal, share friendly words and affectionate gestures. Differences fold under the emotional weight of relief. The temporary rivals know the fight is over, and friendship is free to begin. And, that is the true medal, the real prize of every Olympics games. You can’t capture it with a drone or cellphone camera. You can’t wear it around your neck or on a nylon jacket; you wear it in your heart. No sponsor can claim credit or take any money from that. It’s the best of humanity; it’s eternal hope for our future. And, that is what I prefer to be the focus of my Olympics experience. It’s not gold, silver or bronze. It’s priceless.