[Mb-civic] What's The Point When The Big Boys Step Up To The Table......

[Cheeseburger]

What's The Point When The Big Boys Step Up To The Table......


What's the point.................?

We live on a planet of Life where everything Dies.

Where ruthless people throughout the centuries have not only taken 
advantage of this never-ending resource of fresh existences to manipulate, 
disease, torture, and destroy, but have also cleverly molded it to sit up 
and beg, roll over, and play dead upon command as well.

And everybody from A to Z in The Equation, when asked, always replies "Hey, 
I'm just doing my job.....".

Everybody.

(The truly scary part of that is that many of them still don't even know 
that such a simplistic excuse no longer cuts the radish pie.)

This does not make it very feasible for becoming a Planet Of Life which 
nourishes and sustains Life, but rather just an endless pawn in The Game Of 
Death, which these cretins have exploited forever, just as it has always been.

If you're in Advertising, I suggest you leave the room at this point for a 
few minutes.

 From PR firms, to publicists, to agents, to complete makeover companies, 
to Madison Ave (etc, hehe), to The Media, to Etc's (there's a zillion of 
them), who re-mold and redistribute The Image of these Monsters, and who 
have forever brainwashed and indoctrinated whomever has existed here on 
their behalf for a giant crapload of Money Etc, I suggest you leave the 
room for a few minutes as well right now.

So what's the point....?

We have wars, famines, diseases, plagues, weather catastrophes, police 
actions, genocides, mass environmental pollutant and chemical poisonings, 
extinctions, destructions, etc etc etc, and everyone keeps trying but the 
suffering is intolerable.

And The Leaders themselves, already caught up in The Endless Process as 
just so many more pawns in the game, wouldn't stop The Suffering if they 
could, which they could, but they too refuse to jeopardize *their* jobs either.

Is it the point that inbetween the moments of happiness and laughter that 
vast caches of suffering exist side by side and that some exploit it, some 
try to breathe Life back into it, and some just don't care, and it's an 
endless unchangeable process, therefore there is no point........??

No.   That's not it.

Yes, Earth looks like the Main Hotel Safe for Suffering and Death, but we 
know from *parts* of the last Century that The Endless Process Of 
Exploitation Suffering And Death =IS= changeable.

Before the last Century there *were* no such things as environmental laws, 
or civil rights, or votes for women, blacks, etc, or You Name It.

The current problem we deal with now, among the myriad, is that the 
ruthless people want to Permanently Break the Ability of Anyone to Change 
=The Way Things Are Supposed To Be=.  And have, once again, thrust humanity 
back into the dark ages.  Very cleverly, I might add.

Especially if they are yielding Money, Power, or Etc from its =Never Changing=.

So what's the point..............??

You have these vast amounts of dedicated exploiters on this planet who will 
do just about anything for a kiss, a promise, and a dollar, or hire someone 
to do it for them, with this vast system of corruption, suffering, and 
death within which just about Everybody (at least at The Top, hehe) is 
making SO much Money Etc that, again, it's like David trying to slay 
Goliath with a frisbee when you REALLY stand back and look at =The Entire 
Picture=.

All the while we're still just being sold another brand of toothpaste in a 
commercial.   And buying it.

It looks Tragic, doesn't it......

It looks Bleak.   It looks terribly bad.   It looks horrible.

So what's the point.......?

"There is no point......!!" I hear someone shout from the balcony.

I think.  What if he is right.  What stupid reason am I up here on the 
stage for then...?

No, I reply, there *is* a point.

"What's the point, jerkoff.....!?!" he yells back from the balcony.

The point is that, no matter what, you never stop trying.

Just don't live in a comic book while you're doing it.

There's enough Deception going on already.

Take time to smell the flowers when you can........

Other than that, no, there probably is no point.

Look for the Happiness and Laughter.

Therein you will find comfort.

Those things are better than Despair in the face of Insurmountable Odds.

I see the childrens' eyes are growing darker at an earlier age these days.

That is not a good thing.

Won't somebody get up off their ass and save the world...?

Change for the better IS possible.

You have to have people who will stand up first before they can move the 
mountains of darkness.

Teach them how to stand up...............

If you can't, find someone who can.

Surely someone holds that job and is available.


So what's the point when the big boys step up to the table...?

Well, if they're bad, kick their ass, and remove them from the table.

If you're not going to kick their ass, prepare for generations of shining 
their shoes.


*That* is a power that *currently* resides within your hands.

All of you.

Don't tell me that you are afraid to wield your own power against the madness.

Please.

There's much more than strawberry-flavored taffy at stake here, kids.

If you don't know *how* to wield such power, I suggest you find out very 
very, very quickly.

Or don't.



"Uncle Cheeseburger............!!"

"Yes, kids........"

"Nothing, Uncle Cheeseburger......."

Click.

The children pull the covers over their heads and snuggle in the darkness.

"Did you see Uncle Cheeseburger's face...?" one softly whispers to the other.

"Yes, I did...." the other whispers.

"Sometimes he scares me......."

"Me too......."

"Night............."

"Night................."


Cheeseburger softly pulls his ear away from their door and very slowly 
tiptoes down the hall....................


"Is he gone............?" one whispers.

"Yes, he's gone now.........."

"Night...................................."

"Night........................................"





Cheeseburger

- Where has the sparrow gone now that I need its song.

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