Are You Talking To Me?

36882343_2064023780338557_7199218812846080000_nYou should stop reading right now. This is not something that is going to leave you all warm and fuzzy inside. As a matter of fact, it’s probably going to piss you off. Frankly, I don’t care. I’m at the point in life that I don’t give a rat’s ass who I upset, when I upset them, or how I upset them. I’ll speak my mind and, maybe, deal with the consequences another day. Or, maybe not.

Are you still with me? Wow. That didn’t hurt, did it? That’s too bad. Just be aware that I warned you.

I’ve spent a lot of time in many parts of this nation. I’ve met some great people, some not so great people, some mean people, and some nice people. I’ve met those I wouldn’t mind introducing to my other friends. And I’ve run into those I prefer never to see again. That’s not what I’m writing about today. Today, I want to discuss what we’ve allowed to happen in this country, what the majority of people have allowed to happen to themselves, and the fact that so few do not care enough to do anything about it.

I guess, for the most part, I’m going to be asking rhetorical questions. You know, questions without answers. Or maybe you’re just afraid to answer. I might even make some points no one, but me, cares about.

22552300_548197435519037_1106273304171049626_n.jpgNot too many people take the time to look inside themselves and consider what it’s like to be a person among people—to be a member of a world order. They don’t consider the influence they have on those around them, the impact they have on their environment, and, most importantly, what they’re doing to their own lives.

Those of us that live in the United States usually don’t consider anyone, or anything, outside our borders. Hell, most of us don’t think about anything that is not within the walls of our own home, or confined within the fences we’ve thrown up around what we think of as ours. You know, that little piece of land you think you own. Stop paying your taxes and see who really owns that hunk of rock you’ve built your house on.

22492012_548197428852371_8028587781136201616_n.jpgI wish I had invested in self storage units about 30 years ago. I can only imagine how much I’d be worth today. Those places are everywhere. People purchase so much crap that when their garage is full they have to rent a place to store it all. You read that right. I said they purchase crap—useless junk that is just tossed aside so that more useless junk can take its place. These people buy large homes with a three car garage, and then park their cars in the driveway because the garage is filled to the rafters with the stuff they don’t have room for in the house. Then they go out and rent a storage unit to put the overflow in.

You know, the sad part is that they do the same thing with their bodies. The only difference is that they can’t rent a storage unit to put the excess in. But, they can buy larger sized clothes that do the same thing. Your house won’t fall apart because you’ve filled it with junk, but your body will. Ever think about that? Probably not. You’re too busy filling the empty spaces with stuff you don’t need.

The medical profession loves you, though. The more damage you do to your personal environment the more they get to scribble on that prescription pad they carry with them. The more they scribble, the more they bank. That’s right. They get to prescribe drugs. Legal pill pushers is what our medical profession has become. There are not too many physicians out there willing to tell you how to take care of yourself so you can stay healthy, because by the time they start scribbling on that pad you’re beyond the point of staying healthy. Health starts at home at a very early age. By the time we’ve grown into adulthood we’ve pretty much destroyed what could have been. Gotta love western medicine, though. It’s all about the narcotics. To hell with the natural approach. Fast food helps us start the kids out on the right foot.


But, Jim, what do you want me to do? It’s the American way. We’re supposed to buy stuff, eat stuff, and do stuff not necessarily good for us. I don’t want you to do anything. I want you to just keep doing what you want to do. You’re helping the economy, you know.

Think about that. The economy is robust because of all the stuff that is being shoved into storage. And, that includes the stuff being shoved down your throat. Amazon and Walmart are full of stuff that comes from outside our borders. McDonalds and Burger King dispense tasty treats, delivered quickly. In no time at all it goes from grill to gut so that we can sit in front of the boob tube laughing at a show about nothing. But, the doctors are special. They get to push junk made inside our borders. Expensive junk. So, in one respect we’re helping other countries, and in another we’re helping our own.

14956010_374453912893391_2805431565215699275_n.jpgIf you’re still reading you’re probably thinking that I’ve got to be one of the biggest asses you’ve ever come across. Probably worse than that elected official you helped put into office last election. Frankly, I don’t care what you think. Didn’t I warn you? This is not about you. This is about the way I think about the way we, as a society, are treating our home, our neighbors, and ourselves.

Try going organic sometime. It’s expensive, and who really care’s anyway? The chemical companies need to make a living, you know. Try the holistic approach to good health. You’re on your own. There’s no money for the pharmaceuticals in that. Try reducing your carbon footprint so that you can do your part in slowing down climate change. You’re on your own with that, too. One person doesn’t make a dent. Who cares anyway? We won’t be alive when earth burns.

Okay, let me jump down off this soapbox and tell you what’s really on my mind. Go back to the beginning and read again. That might give you some idea of what’s rattling around between my ears.

Good night, Mrs. Jackson, wherever you are.