It’s boy versus girl, in the World Series of love. After yesterday’s anger letting (should that be one word or hyphenated?) I thought I’d best come back with another humorous look at life so here I am.
Why is it called rush hour when nothing moves? What are we doing here? I won’t answer the first question and you my dear, patient reader, should be aware of why I think we are here. I will presume that I don’t have to go into details again, note I am not making an assumption as that makes an ass out of u and me.
Humanity, spirituality and welfare of all our brothers and sisters, still seem to be riding a back seat ever since the selfish and self centred 1980’s under Thatch and Reagan. Why is that? Could it be no one cares enough about our children’s children’s children? We seem hell bent to destroy any chance of leaving anything for our children never mind future generations. Is this the Dark Ages back to haunt this generation? Answers on a stamped undressed elephant to the usual address, please.
Why do the stars still shine, with ours being the brightest in the sky? Is it because we haven’t, as yet, passed the point of no return? In business breaking even is a bad thing, in life shouldn’t we aspire to do just that? Just because we are living in a material world should we forget all instinct to preserve this small, insignificant rock for future generations? What if we all gave up? Can you imagine life without Greenpeace or Amnesty International keeping us aware of plans to “ethnically” cleanse countries or let us know of huge multinational corporations attempts to destroy the ecosystem of this rock.
If people, exactly the same as you and I, make a stand against the “big bad boys” of corporate destruction shouldn’t we stand alongside them and be counted with them? The answer has to be personal, no one can decide for anyone else the action path they should follow. ‘Nuff said, in the immortal words of Stan Lee!