Seeing tapestries sewing togetherness threaded with graceful intention.

Now is our time, we are the people we have been waiting for.

I will clumsily follow along singing my wavered song, seeking harmony.

You as my guiding light, shedding fright, seeking harmony.

We as we move towards that common glow of all faceted eternity, fractal unity.

I see you, Namaste

The thing about sodium fluoridated corporate media hagglers and other true believers of the establishment narrative is that the banter fits into two maybe three clearly recognizable ideological speech patterns.

Some of us on the outside looking in call it the echo chamber.

Many citizens in these echo chambers don't even use corporate media, often identity groups have all the training needed to accomplish this bliss.

Once freed from the confines of taboo and cliché it is much easier to diagnose. Refer to the bandwagon fallacy for more on this.

Creative thought, speech and art in general can help, though we all have our tribalism quirks, even those of us that try to avoid it. Avoidance of such things as a habit of course is another form of the same, tribalism is human nature after all.

My recommendation is creative thought, speech and art mixed with the ability to listen to and comprehend other ideological tribes for any who may suspect possession of boxed tribalism disorder (BTD).

https://yourlogicalfallacyis.com/bandwagon

Dangerous lack of speculation

Said no fact checker ever, why would they

The scouts of humanity, the limb walkers of science

Visionaries, crazy as a loon, shooting the moon

Who needs them, dangerous speculation, who funds this deception

Pioneers of paths, unsettling accepted theory, the gall

Cancel these heretics of science, who needs them

We already have the path, the plan, the theories we need

Dissidents, how dare they, with their vision and curiosity

Can't be canceled, credentials long revoked, yet tenacious

Silence them then, this dangerous speculation, hide it

What drives them, maybe remove the motivation

Curiosity, that must be the problem, can we cancel that

Anyone with a lick of sense knows that walking on limbs is dangerous

Once we find the cure to this curiosity disorder we will be safe

photo by C. Frank Starmer

If you can't see that we are ruled by criminals.

If you have no ability to discern between good and lesser evil.

If you follow these leaders.

If you apologize for theft.

If you apologize for lies.

If you apologize for death.

You may be a follower of criminals, complicit.

Whatever the popular target group of the day is, whatever the subject.

My mockery is always there.

For the bulk blamer that frivolously tosses derision about.

Indulgence in derision is a hobby of mine you see.

Once deceit has ensued sufficiently, it is imminent.

It is focused, stage set and sharp while dull, like an old Dylan song.

My mockery is always there, for the bulk blamer, broad stroke naysayers.

It is not the jest, nor the target of blame that I mock.

It is not visceral, the aroma or the taste.

What I mock is lack of precision and focus, the clumsiness of it all.

Who has earned your mockery, your derision, such angst and will.

Internalized as fuel to spill all over to the thrill.

This thrill of received emoticon praise, emoji cheers or meme defeats.

Have we queried the source of the fuel, the food of our mockery.

Have we queried a reasonable deceit.

Who is the other, why is the other, what do they think, am I salmon.

We are all pink on the inside.



Photo by Eric Heupel, Flickr Creative Commons