There are a lot of hopes and dreams tied up with opening a web site. When it falls over, for whatever reason, you cannot help but reflect on its passing, the loss of its life, its soul flowing unknown and unloved into the binary sea.
Then the reverie begins, the silky siren call of the set square juxtaposed to the tenon saw's tantalising teeth, the luscious lump hammer loaded with speed and moment, the wile and guile of whitewash sensuously stroked upon sullied walls, the supplicant's very consciousness overcome by thoughts of rigorous renovation relieved by seductive sensuous sanding and a perfectly smooth paint job, the task is completed. With the fruit of his labour resplendent and in full public view, friends and family gather to utter acknowledgment, appreciation, admiration and adoration for mans mastery over his subject and domestic domain, entirely deserved. A vision sublime.
In some cases self-deluded souls act out their folly with stubbornly consistent consequences. Sixty seconds after tools and equipment are lovingly laid upon the workbench this idyll of perfect preparation and expectation clears to reveal the somber reality, the horror, and a clear path to God.
The world has rotated 240 times on its axis since I wrote "Stirring From An Old Life" after an unsettling visit from a friend. Early spring has become Winter here in the southern hemisphere, looking back on it now I realise I managed to capture in words perhaps for the first time in my life the moments when discontent entered my very cosy existence in the foothills of the Canterbury high country.
I was watching, listening and beaming at a discreet distance; my idle and fascinated curiosity piqued as a small child navigated a well chewed, or possibly gummed, piece of chocolate to its mouth from a remote location on its face. How the chocolate got to its starting point was a mystery but its progress was remarkable. The trail of gelatinous brown slobber was now describing an arc between chin, ear and eye. The intensity and determination of this child's valiant mission was revealed by many similar trails of gooey blobbery from previous attempts upon its face.
Perched on a rocky outcrop high above the valley below, looking out on a mountainous scrub landscape bathed in the ebbing warmth of a late autumn sun, I gave thanks to my understanding of God for this day and the wonders within it.
The author of an article called "Why Is It So Hard To Hold Wall Street Accountable?" is perplexed by the damage Wall St has done to society and the difficulty the US system of justice has in identifying wrongdoing and holding perpetrators to account:
"There's a clear solution to this problem: establish a new Consumer Financial Protection Agency that only cares about keeping consumers safe from predators, with the power to both write and enforce regulations on any lender. Sadly, if the FCIC can't demonstrate the OCC's outrages to the public, it's much harder to build momentum for that reform." - Zach Carter
It is not by chance, the system has been rigged, special interests and the agents of foreign powers have riddled the American political system with their people.
Do you fix supply or do you fix demand? The question comes from an answer to another question. "When Will There Be a Clean Energy Revolution in America?".
It's important listen up!
America has vast global oil corporations and huge internal coal producers whos turnover is greater than many countries. Their domestic domain is a mature US market with billions invested in conventional methods of energy production and billions of dollars in the ground.
It looks like the only bit of turf they might cede to new renewable sources is the import of foreign oil.
Now this might sound a bit radical but yesterday I decided to try an experiment; Is it possible to go the whole day without watching a single act of gratuitous violence or brutal murder on TV?
I should explain.
