Too many worlds have collapsed beneath its feet. Its fist always the decider, and always the final silencer. Each new day brings fresh blood, spilled upon mountains of decayed flesh and bones that have collected over the centuries. Yet, this was not its choice. This was not its decision. This was the doing and the plight of the smallest minded sentient creatures it has even known. Humanity sickens it sometimes, even as it intrigues it so. So, again and again, it has settled and repeated on the worlds whim, looking for new reasons to spare them.
Some call it god, some call it devil, but it is neither. It is alone, unseen and unheard in the eyes and ears of humanity. It is neither male or female nor son or daughter; it claims no identity as trivial as this. It knows what the truth is, the truth that these humans refuse to accept. The world is without reason. The world is random, and without cause. Even it cannot control the world, but only to occupy the cleansing alone. Yet, the humans place blame and praise on it without fail, and sadly, without the knowledge that they even do so. It now just wants to rest. It wants to let go of the chains tying it to this duty. It goes to slumber thinking this, and in dreams wishes it were true.
We all know of, or have, stories of college and high school clicks, those small societies in which we all fell into or were excluded from, and in many ways helped to build the stereotypical beliefs of those unlike ourselves. When I think about the general populace, I always keep a general rule at the back of my mind, and that is this, in many cases we tend to judge and assume things about others rather than take the intellectual path and try to understand that outward perception is, quite often, inaccurate. The majority of the human race falls into this outlook based in logical fallacy, one that only deals with minimal information, and an inaccurate belief that first impressions are everything. Sadly, even the most intelligent of our race fall victim to these seeming logical, but ultimately irrational, assumptions, and this is why I consider this to be one of the hardest intellectual breakdowns to overcome, especially since it is continually perpetuated by leaders within the government, academia, the business world and even our personal lives.
This intellectual breakdown is used very well as a divisive tool of control within the political field, with issues ranging from gay marriage and abortion to capitalism and socialism. Pundits and politically motivated persons will constantly skew the perceptions of the ill-informed voter with false perceptions and stereotypes. Take some time studying Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump while on the campaign trail and this will be pretty obvious. Moving on to education, we can see that the educators of our children are not immune from this irrational thought process. A perfect example showing this is that of the young high school student, Ahmed Mohamed. In this instance, the stereotype fostered by our countries leaders and the ethnocentric views fueling them caused this high school student to be treated like a criminal for attempting to show his teacher his accomplishment of building a clock. This could have been avoided had these educators not been a victim to their own battle with ethnocentrism and a certain stereotypical thought process.
Every single person in this world has, at one point, fallen victim to basing how they feel about someone on this ethnocentric view or some other stereotypical view, and the more closed they are to change it, the more apt they are to buckle down and rely on these views in all their interactions with those who are perceived as different. Take a second to think about this, how many of you, faithful readers, can recall in the conversations you have had where someone said something along the lines of “Aww man, you get it, you and me are the same. They are different than us.” For me, this is when I usually create a very awkward pause, and silently shake my head while changing the subject, but for the one making the statement it’s a logical assumption. No matter how illogical these assumptions can be, they will never seem illogical to the one stating them until they are forced from their bubble of comfort and open their thought process to change. It is a lofty goal, I know, but one we will eventually reach. It may not be in our life time but this cumulative understanding must occur or we are destined to destroy ourselves.
Someone will always point out that you need to “lead by example”, but sometimes it is hard for us to do so. If our leaders continue to perpetuate these views, so will we, and if we allow it so will our children. Yet, we can make these changes through a conscious and concentrated effort of continued self-education, diversity education, and working on changing the way the citizens of our society interact with each other. We can change. We can become better, we as the human race, we as one. Change in the heart, much like change in the law, takes time and is hard to notice at first, but it is up to each one of us to be better than those who came before us. It is time to fight against the intellectual falsities and vapid self-righteousness of our ids, and accept that there is always more to the story of the man or women standing in front of us than what our vision and thought limitations tell us.
Having kids comes with a plethora of mixed feelings. As parents we can go from “I love you so much, I want to squeeze your head until it pops” to “Oh, my god, I want to squeeze my head until it pops”; but hey that’s what we signed up for, right? Kids are kids, and you ride the waves with them. What gets me more fired up, is the idiotic people that we depend on in the system that surrounds us (I say this with the understanding that not all people in the system suck, there are a good many, but not all.) You may have heard the expression “it takes a village” when it comes to raising kids. Well, what if that ‘village’ is full of spastic ass-hats without any semblance of intellectual integrity, let alone common decency. What to do then?
Recently, I had the great pleasure of being treated as an insignificant piss-ant by the monopoly service company, First Student. I point out that they are a monopoly because our tax dollars go to pay them. This monopolized situation, leaves zero competition that would facilitate any form of repercussions for not providing any proper form of customer service, much like the Government itself, and the result we get is what my family and I have experienced, but I digress. We have had issues with a Bus driver, one who has been rude to my wife, myself and my child. This driver has went as far as stating, to my seven-year old child, that my wife and I are dumb and unfit parents. While, I will admit there has been some difficulties throughout the year, that in no way gives license to berate a child, nor does it give license to retaliate by being late every single day more than fifteen minutes or so.
I am actually considered writing the CEO, Mr. Douglas A. Carty, but after speaking with the manager at the bus garage, I can not be so sure anyone in the company would have any idea of how to speak to or handle a customer complaint issue. You see, I called to talk with someone about my concerns, and rather than listen to my issue, I was first given reasons why I was being rude and how “so many parents are like me”. I was upset and I kept trying to explain myself, but she kept speaking over me to explain why I was wrong and needed to listen. All I wanted to do was explain how I saw the situation, and how after reading a write-up from the bus driver, that I felt we were being unfairly treated. The manager proceeded to, in a very condescending tone, tell me to enjoy my day and that she didn’t have to hear my point of view, disconnecting the call. So, my next step was to contact the board of education.
At this point, we still have been unable to contact the person we were told to speak to there, it has been over two weeks. The frustration is maddening, but rather than lash out I am writing this. I am venting to you, oh reader, to maybe find solace in a mutual pain. It is my hope that at some point Mr. Carty, or his underlings, hear of this and adjust their procedures accordingly, or better yet have the government stop filling their pockets with our tax dollars, if the exchange of services is going to be so deeply dysfunctional.