Showing posts with label human spirit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label human spirit. Show all posts

Sunday, January 5, 2025

MORALIC ACID - TRUTH AND SATIRE IN THIS POLITICAL SEASON


WHO AM I?
  I am someone who believes that there is way too much “Moralic Acid” being thrown around today and what we need is to be inspired to add “Moralic Catalyst.”

  The term ‘Moralic Acid” was coined by Frederiche Nietzsche (1844-1900) to describe a process of getting free of oppressive moral influences the type of which guided many moralistic social movements of the 19th century.

  According to H.L. Mencken, Nietzsche said that these organizations “thought morally” and judged people as either “good or bad.” And, they had a “moral way of acting” economically, politically and socially as well through such movements as: “Temperance”, “Social Purity“(birth control), “Eugenics” and Anti-Suffrage.

  Nietzsche was all about individual freedom. He said that these groups were a “moralic acid” because they dissolved individual freedom through their actions.

WHY AM I HERE?

  “Moralic Acid” is again at play by groups who insist on applying their “morality” to everyone. “Moral behavior” to them is whatever they wish to do based on their religious beliefs. This applies to individuals, small groups, political parties, states, countries; all of whom are “morally justified” to take action against anyone else who is not within the sect, church, or philosophical “stream.”  

  Their morality fuels behavior through which they seek to get obedience of those “others” to their particular creed. Today “Moralic Acid” groups are working economically into public politics in states like Indiana so that discriminatory actions may be legally permitted because of “freedom” to have your own “religious morality”, and is politically armed as in the case of Sunni vs. Shiite Muslims. This positional thinking justified by morality” is at work around the world.

  Now that “Moralic Acid” has surfaced again, it is time for us to call it what it is – Morality used as a toxic weapon as justification for abuse unto death of others.

  In life, acid causes living micro-organisms to pull back from it in the physical situation. In community life, “Moralic Acid” does the same. It causes people to flee the social situation or get burned.

WHAT DO I WANT?

  I would like us to apply a “Moralic Catalyst” to combat the over abundance of “Moralic Acid”. A catalyst is a substance which when added to a chemical composition, causes a profound change to the mixture without itself becoming part of the mixture. Many times it causes a separation of ingredients.

  Nietzsche’s solution was to push toward individual freedom, power and perfection. If one became a “Superman”, one would be above “Moralic Acid”. The mixture of power and individuality in the hands of “moral” extremists did not work out so well in Nazi Germany.

  Perhaps we need less power to individuals whose morality takes away freedom and we need a catalytic element of community-based morality. 

  A “Moralic Catalyst” containing community moral ideas such as mutuality, forgiveness, tolerance, and respect will balance and neutralize out the "Moralic Acid." These are catalytic elements which may change the dynamic in the current Moralic turmoil in any community. Add them to debates and confrontations. They are the substance of Love.

  We need to add the Substance of Love – and soon.

© Copyright 2015, Jean W. Yeager

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I AM THE TONGUE OF THE LIAR - An Excerpt From "MORALIC ACID: Satire and Truth" - Ebook now $0.99

Originally published in 2014 - but seems relevant these days.

WHO AM I?
     I am the tongue of the Liar and I am the best in the business. Some say our lineage goes back to the snake that lied about the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. If I were to say “that’s a lie!” then you could count on it. God looks to our lineage to deliver and since then we have lied for and against just about everything. Every clan, tribe, country, religion and corporation needs an experienced tongue now and then. Who do you think was in FDR’s mouth and uttered those memorable words, “We have nothing to fear but fear itself.” Great delivery if I do say so myself. How about this one: “Weapons of Mass Destruction.” At the U.N.!  Or, “too big to fail”. You see, it’s not the lie, it’s the tongue of the Liar.  It’s how it rolls off the tongue that makes the difference. Everybody knew Churchill, W and the Fed were lying – there was no doubt. What saved the day was the tongue that told those MONSTROUS, the IMPOSSIBLE lies. Not every tongue can rise to the level of the impossible when needed. It’s a gift.

WHY AM I HERE?
     It’s a great era to be the tongue of a liar! A Golden Age. An age of massive lies. Do we doubt Genocide and Global Warming?  Every day I make the rounds of the news “outlets”, like a mall, right?. Some carry one kind of story. Another set of “outlets” carry the opposite. My guy surrounds himself with small minds so they can’t deliver the big messages. That’s MY job - to bring the BIG DEAL. My guy starts an interview and he smiles and pauses, he’s on the launch pad with one easy softball question, like he’s actually thinking (as if), and suddenly I’m running down this narrow mental alley-way between “what is” and “what is not” and he’s caring nothing for his reputation or the international repercussions. Then I realize we have to totally change the game – tell the GRAND LIE, a GENERATIONAL lie! A lie so large and so all encompassing that it takes in the last 50 years of history about a specific topic and flips it on it’s head. The lie is so outrageous they don’t respond they just report. Said often enough and with sincerity, the GRAND LIE is not a negative.

WHAT DO I WANT?
     Besides the BIG lies that move countries and generations, I like the intimate lie. The lovers lie, the leader’s lie. Sweet lies about glory – your glory. Those earnest looks and whispered promises. The touching, the hand shake held for a few moments longer than necessary – to show intention. The shoulder touch. I tell you that he knows what you want. He’s listened to you.  You’re not alone.  He’s here for you, protecting you.  The direct one-on-one eye-contact. The motivating word from his mouth – a great looking mouth. I tell you this will be dangerous – very dangerous. We won’t let this fail – but it will take YOUR effort. You’re so close you watch his mouth, watch the words roll off of me and his determined chin. He’s a person of flesh and blood and I tell you he’s relying on you – we’re ALL relying on you. He smells good and your nose wouldn’t lie about a thing like that. His heart beats good and pure – like your heart. You believe him. You will do as he asks – even though it is very, VERY dangerous “...and you may lose your life. But the cause is worth it.” says the tongue of the Liar quoting my ancestor, the snake.

© Copyright 2014, Jean W. Yeager
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MORALIC ACID Satire & Truth MORALIC CATALYST: 2015-2016 Political bLog Posts

A collection of biting political satire in small doses like moralic acid, and truth like a moralic catalyst for change. These drew thousands of hits as blog posts. "I Am The Tongue Of The Liar", "Dick Cheney's Brain Wants To Run For President," "Trump-O-Rico - The U.S.'s 'Mini Me'", "Lighting Alt Farts", " "Jam Tomorrow Says The White Queen", "Authoritarian Eyes", "Niccolo Machiavelli and Resurrection Forces", "B'rer Sanders and The Tar (Sands) Baby", and more!

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Thursday, April 18, 2024

KATABASIS CONSCIOUS OF OUR FALL

WHO AM I?

Deserts are dead lies where only those creatures who have adapted to living in lies amid the dead and dying, can exist. And the deserts are growing. Just go to California. Florida. Nevada. Mexico. Iraq. Saudi Arabia. Dubai. Afghanistan. Sand Land.

Wherever the sand is flowing the lies are blowing and attacking everything that lives beyond the Sand Land. Lies like dust, billow around the Earth. The Sand Land know this and have coped with clouds of dust and blowing sand forever. Deserts are made up of lifeless lies that are blown into waving furrows and then blown again and rearranged forever into patterns that mesmerize and move across the Earth.

Send more troops, many more troops! Bomb them and bomb the rubble. The smoke and ash of burning villages and trucks and bodies swirls with the dust and whips the aroma of burning gasoline, the smell of TNT and burnt flesh up, up into a plume that whirls around us.

A road of ash undulates like a snake, black soot shading tan sand on the top edge of furrows and is moved by the hot breath of an evil wind which sometimes whispers and sometimes moans and sometimes groans.

 

WHY AM I HERE?

We are on the Ash Road of our Century. We are driving each other down an Ash Road because of Truths and the ash of dead Truths are lies of Power, Greed and Fear. Living Truths cannot be killed, and do not die, and cannot die. The lies billow across the world leave dust in our mouths, an acrid taste and bitterness.

People of our time, young men and women walk the Ash Road through the deserts of our Century in order to experience this flattened space in the life of the world. They return to their lives the experience of the worldwide wind which no one controls; the shattering concussions of blasts from combatants; and the sights and smells of death and destruction which will cloud their dream-visions like the fine dust which coats the windows making it forever impossible to look through their eyes without looking through the memory.

 

WHAT DO I WANT?

 We must be conscious of our fall. Our lowering. The Katabasis.

Houses built on shifting sand cannot stand. Politics built on gerrymandered allegiances have no Democracy. We say a lot about killer terrorists and refugees but say nothing about Afghani heroin. Which kills more?

When our way of life falls because we are following Ash roads to Sand Lands and economically tethered to blind Euro-Kings who put their eyes out so that they don’t have to see the Truth. Will the Greek Chorus will run from the wings shouting “Kata basis!”?

Our companies are encouraged, even rewarded, to drive down an Ash Road deep into the Sand Land of Mexico. Where is Pancho Villa to rebel against Yankee domination?  Will a Narco Welcome Wagon bring brown Mexican heroin comes up the East Coast? Will the white dust made down south wind up in our gringo mouths?

The Western drought eases for an instant but the insatiable thirst of cities is on the growing, unsustainable edge of sand.  Sand is flowing and lies are blowing.

     When the only jobs left behind are low-paying or toxic will we FINALLY become Job? After we fall all the way down, we must now suffer. We must sit quietly in the sand and in the ashes and scrape off our sores and wait for the Living Truth. It will come.      

     It always does.

 

© Copyright 2016, Jean W. Yeager

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Saturday, September 18, 2021

TIME IS A FUNNY PLACE

JANUARY

HEART STRINGS AND GUILT – DYNAMIC HARMONY
Between relationship and isolation, heart strings and guilt, we live. This is paradox. This is love – loose and tight.
http://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/01/heart-strings-and-guilt-dynamic-harmony.html


TAMIR, HUCK FINN AND THE SENSE OF ADVENTURE
What part of the human spirit sends the Tamirs of this world to the most dangerous place near where they live, a small city park, so they can be alone and play and dream and imagine with a toy gun beneath a hard, bare, concrete picnic canopy littered with heroin needles? What sends the Tamirs or the Huck Finns into such a place where adults would not go alone? The sense of adventure.
http://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/01/tamir-huck-and-sense-of-adventure.html

PAST PRESENT AND FUTURE – THINGS ARE TENSE
Time is a funny place. There is time when you look back – memory. But, when you look forward, what do you see? A non-specific potential. An expectation of something that might happen.  Plans. Hopes. Wishes.  Have you ever traveled into the soul realm of Wishes?  It’s somewhere near the Neighborhood of Fear.

KISS YOUR UNBORN GRANDBABIES
I want to kiss my yet unborn grand-babies. So, I want the tools to harness the cosmic and the tectonic, to be able to predict the weather, understand the currents, manage the doldrums, to know when volcanoes will erupt and how to surf the crest of the tidal waves. Easy stuff. The stuff everybody does, right?
http://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/01/kiss-your-yet-unborn-grand-babies.html

GIRLS-GIRLS-GIRLS
So, to all my friend girls, I don’t care how old you have become, I will always be looking to relate to the girl in you who you are beneath that mature exterior. That girl inside is the one who has always been you. So, if Jean with the girls name, calling you girl angers you a little, I have a suggestion which I ran across at a group of girls – “The Sisters On The Fly”...
http://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/01/girls-sisters-of-static.html 

WHAT LOCKS THE MIGHTY DREAM OF YOU AWAY?
What do you use to wall-off your past? Alcohol. Oxy. Rejection. Ambition. Material wealth. Isolation. Sex. Gambling. The question still remains, what locks the mighty dream of you away?
http://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/01/12-pack.html

KATABASIS – CONSCIOUS OF OUR FALL
When our way of life falls because we are following Ash Roads to Sand Lands and economically tethered to blind Euro-Kings who put their eyes out so that they don’t have to see the Truth. Will the Greek Chorus will run from the wings shouting “Kata basis!”?
http://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/01/katabasis-conscious-of-our-fall.html

I’M NOT SURE ABOUT INDECISION                           
I’m not sure if I should write about indecision. Some people feel that indecision is something which ought to be done away with – that seeing both sides of a question is some sort of weakness because it prevents decisive action.
http://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/01/im-not-sure-about-indecision.html

NEW YEAR FIRE
As I sit in front of the fire I see that we burn our pasts. We release those seeds of the future by telling our past stories. And those are the fuel for the New Year’s fire.

WHY DO WE TOLERATE THE PUBLIC LIE?
Who understands the source of their beliefs? Do the people who are supporting the different candidates know the source of their own beliefs? If so, are they willing to say that the candidates who utter the Public Lie are saying things they themselves stand for. If not, then why do we tolerate the Public Lie?
http://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2015/12/why-do-we-tolerate-public-lie.html

FEBRUARY

 “PICK AND ROLL” - RAGE AND COMPASSION
I volunteer and teach a self-development program Stone Valley Correctional Facility.  I like the name “Stone Valley” because usually when someone feels they are “between a rock and a hard place” they may take on the difficult work of changing their self, or their selves. Yes, selves.
https://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/02/pick-and-roll-rage-and-compassion.html

ARTHRITIS PIRATES
Now I have been captured. My freedom to ramble was taken away from me by a War Lord. Like the War Lords of the 1600s who came ashore in New England to “impress” or imprison landlubbers through force, and compel them to work on sailing ships, Lord Arthritis captured me, took away my freedom, and bid me do his service.
https://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/02/arthritis-pirates.html

MARCH

LIVING ON LONGING
LIVING ON LONGING - A first visit to this blog lasts 15-seconds, enough to read a Tweet-length of words. If visitors don’t see what they’re longing for, they go! About now, 140 characters.
https://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/03/living-on-longing.html



APRIL

S1 CAN'T HELP IT, IT'S TE WAY I AM
We have in-built, automatic “selves” that are attracted or repulsed by in-built ways of being. S1 is biased by, attitudes, experiences. As the popular song goes, “S1 can’t help it, that’s the way I am!”
https://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/04/s1-cant-help-it-its-way-i-am.html

FIVE WORDS FOR FREE
How are you with humor? I never was a comic. I wrote funny but am not a wit. Not witless, just not quick. Many of you are probably spontaneously funny. I have a 20-second delay between the moment in which a witticism is called for and the moment if finally dawns on me what to wisecrack. I’m a “wise-gap” guy filling moments with awkward silence, watching opportunities for quips and puns sail away.
https://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/04/five-words-for-free.html

WANT FRIES WITH THAT DAY?
ORDER HERE: Maybe you don’t think about it quite like this, but when you wake-up in the morning, and you open your eyes; it’s like you’re at the “Order Here” window of the drive-through of your life. Your Higher Self is waiting to see how your Lower Self is going to order the day.
https://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/04/want-fries-with-that-day.html

FRAGMENTS - GOT DEM OL' COSMIC BLUES
Sometimes you just gotta clear out a few of those things that hang onto your heart. Make room for new things. 'Nuff said.
https://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/04/fragments-got-dem-ol-cosmic-blues.html

MAY

DICKINS’ SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT AND RUTLAND (VT) REFUGEES
In spite of heavy anti-refugee sentiments, Rutland Vermont's mayor Chris Louras hopes 25 to 30 Syrian refugee families will resettle in Rutland by Christmas 2016. What option does anyone really have who has lost everything to intolerance, war, or famine besides to flee and throw themselves at the mercy of a community? Hopefully one with a big enough, generous Spirit. Otherwise, it’s Scrooge’s option which remains when time runs out in this next, frigid, bleak Vermont winter. What was Scrooge's option?
https://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/05/dickins-spirit-of-christmas-present-and.html

THE FLYING FICKLE FINGER OF FATE
The “Flying Fickle Finger of Fate” Award was also called the “Rigid Digit”, the “Winged Weenie”, the “Friendly Phalange”, the “Nifty Knuckle” or the “Wonderful Wiggler.” The reality is that we believe that fate is a quality of being a part of our lives. Fate is something else which cannot be explained by the physicality of life. There is more to our lives then meets our eyes. That’s what humans believe, don’t let any smart phone tell you different. It is more fun and rich to live a life which has the random and unexplained in it.
https://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-flying-fickle-finger-of-fate.html

 JUNE

 I WROTE THIS POST IN DAHLIAS The real "story" here will write itself over the next few months.  This is just an introduction to the characters. These Dahlias grow to be different sizes. If you see a cage around them now, when you come back another time, they will be larger. Eventually huge.

https://threesimplequestions.blogspot.com/2016/06/i-wrote-this-blog-post-in-dahlias.html

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

WHY IS BEING HUMAN NEVER ENOUGH?

WHO AM I?
    A slippery double bass riff. A whining blues-harp. A backbeat, fair and lovely with its own kind of truthful spine upon which the heart of a woman could recline. Her head nods slowly in time. In time. In time with her heart and the feelings in the music. The 7th chords open the captured heart, the obligations, duties, anger at bosses, slave masters, kings, and shift leaders. The rhythm moves her fingers. What is unlocked in the heart of a woman, or a man, and makes the flesh respond? Something intimate. Something human. When I brush her neck and down her arm, she chills and turns with a shiver and a “don’t do that” smile. Sometimes the human touch is too much. The music, for a moment, replaces the reality in which the human spirit lives.
Once alive, kings, queens, tribal leaders, slave masters, bosses, parents, family bullies were humans with hearts and hands and heads. They “ruled” people personally. “Their” people. They had power in their hands. They angrily raged against enemies who opposed them. They struck fear in our hearts, brutalized and, betrayed. They were alive. They were the mortal face of power. Evil, strong, good or bad they were not anonymous power. They were not distant, indiscriminate. They commanded and we obeyed. You knew whose face looked out of power eyes, who wore the crown, earned or privileged.
Your labor was due to them, you worked for them day, night, round the clock, work until you dropped, no time off unless the Lord or Master took a break. Compensation? What is the compensation for obedience under threat? They gave you enough, or let you keep enough, to stay alive. Slave wages, indentured, indebted, tied, work was not freely given. Freedom did not belong to the worker. Had justice been invented. You’d never know it. Justice and rights were for the ruling class.
But, power shifted. The rights of man arose. Despots died at the hands of the common folk in uncommonly brutal ways as their despotism demanded. The king is dead. Their Power was released. Was it shared?

WHY AM I HERE?
Kingless times and the “rights of man”. Which men? The “rule of law” made by the privileged put the privileged on the thrones. Gave the privileged rights. Kingdoms were transformed and the once human despots operated behind corporate veils. Then science gave them economics that showed how profits were to be made. Profits, is what were the power was renamed? Power measured by profits still measured by blood.  What is the cost of slave labor? Corporations joined their power with politics and freed the workers. Then workers had freedom without power. They paid the old slave wages, never enough to live on, take it or leave it. The same old nickel and dime now costs more.
Power now: dehumanized, industrialized, and corporatized. Computers, robo-calls, answering machines, media are all human-less agents of power. The same power. No specific person does me ill, but I am harmed by chains of corporate actions. Bound by chains. And, the human being has not changed. Still breathe, still bleed.
Deed are visited upon us all, and what is there to do? How can I swear vengeance for an uninspiring corporate heart? How can I make a defective product, or a chain store pay in blood? The chains have bound more, captured villages, hold communities back. Pay no taxes. Move the money to their castles. Hire few. Rob many. There once were kings who ruled our lands who could be hanged. But how in the world can vengeance be had when corporate amorality unfurls? Corporate faux-kings plot against us, inhuman faces over international lands, evil, strong, good and bad. No corporate face, no human eyes. Anonymous power in thrall o’re the world.
Corporate strategies are not about virtues, only what can be measured in quarterly profits. Outsource every expense. Damn the quality, cut the costs. Offload all responsibility, to whom? People? Let the people pay for toxic waste. Let individual residents, citizens – the humans in a place - pay to clean up what corporations leave behind. That’s just the cost of having corporate jobs! Corporate adultery? Of course, undulating behind the corporate veil with legislatures. Corporate sentimentality? None. Love? Compassion? Musicality? Not possible. Not human! What reigns in the heart of a corporation? Fear of being found out for the crime. But, even then, the individual corporate leaders are protected by the law. Let me go bankrupt and someone else pays. Golden parachutes.  Hidden.

WHAT DO I WANT?
    The slippery double-bass riff, the whining blues-harp. The backbeat, fair and lovely, a truthful spine upon which the heart can recline is the product of a human group not motivated by economic opportunism. Our community can be that band blowing sweet. A band, restauranteur, gardener, shopkeeper, barber, bookkeeper, carpenter, handy man, the self-employed, the healer, the farmers markets; independently outside the secret hand of Adam Smith, not buying into corporate greed, seeking only to meet our local need. Not hidden by corporate veils. Not anonymous. You know them. Creators of the family’s 7th chords which open, open so much, open the corporate-minimum wage doors, unlock the corporate chains and chain stores that otherwise bind our hearts, hands and brains. Makes life livable for the human spirit here, and competes against the anonymous corporate slaver selling cheap because he’s stolen from another over there.
Hubris, power, anonymity, and greed are what the corporate Board must feed. But the human-sized, the locally based mom’n’pops operate on things called virtues, human values, remember those?  That’s what binds us to us and us to them. Do unto others. Golden Rules. Corporations suck capital from our local lands and feed giant banks in banking centers where conglomerates amass riches to fund bigger projects, create bigger profits, bigger waste, bigger collapses. Too big to fail. What a threat? As if we don’t already have hard times. Hard scrabble. Hard luck.  Really? The bigs needs the bigs and the bigs crush the littles and ignore the locals.
We have collisions of the moral and the amoral. Friction of self-interest. How can a company have morals without a conscience or a soul? In the confluence of the grocery store we see the battle waging. The bankers, the morbid profiteers, the bigs versus the locals. Let’s choose human-sized. Let’s choose the local. Let’s choose the eyes into which we can look. Those who leave their capital locally, in local banks, to pay local workers, fairly, not minimum, another motive – not only about profit.

© Copyright 2015, Jean W. Yeager
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