Happy New What?

Happy New Year! Did you see Trump's tweet out to his "enemies?" Happy, Happy, just be happy, while we go on raping the earth. Lots of ravens in the sky, ravens who forgive us, who seem friendly, not swooping down to pluck our eyes out like they would if they were humans who were being slowly constricted out of existence by a pervasive animal civilization that was growing exponentially across the land destroying the nature we depended on for survival. But it's the other way around. We stopped depending on nature to support us and started warping it to our purposes, disrupting the evolution of every life form on earth, including our own. Ignorance is bliss, and bliss is the American ideal. Candy bar, candy bar, kilos of cocaine, America, America, we're completely insane. All the mental illness, heroin in our veins, all to hide the pain. The sickness all around you, the sadness that you hide from, the burning shame, I AM THE CRUEL MONSTER polluting the skies, burying nuclear armaments all over the globe, I'm here to destroy your spirit, crush your nature. We're going to make you feel so alone. Can't you hear Donald saying it. So Tremendous. Ah, there, now, go forth American, back to work, notice the lack of edible foods growing in your public environments, and go out shopping, or base jump, sky dive, pole vault, bungee jump, bike ride, ski day, walk in the court yard of the prison for an hour in the sun, let's all run, let's all run, fun fun fun. Here, in a prison of privilege, a hypocrite writes. I send love and blessings to all, and I love you. I'm an American, I live in America, I'm white, male, heterosexual, a half-Greek son raised by rich Texans in Aspen, and sometimes it seems like the only action I could rationalize as beneficial is suicide, because this system benefits me, and it's not fair, and it's not good for the planet, and I feel powerless to change it, and am the very archetype of a person with privilege to do something. But we are all in this together. The hypocrisy of saying that I'm trying to do something good, to put something into our collective consciousness with the Open Mind Project or the Father of Lies book, that can help us change the direction of this psychotic train, rushing toward of an abyss of environmental apocalypse, does not escape me. It does not rush off the tongue. I'm grateful to be alive, a living, breathing, carbon footprint, a member of a collective human organism that is driving thousands of feet of pipe into the surface of mother earth to suck out the oil to burn it as though comfortably ignorant that it was down there for a reason, that nature was doing its work with a purpose. It's Apocalypse Now. Apocalypse in Greek means something revealed, a disclosure of knowledge or revelation. In our culture it usually means the end of the world. That's what the extinction of so many millions of our living relatives in the animal kingdom is. The Apocalypse is our emerging knowledge that we are responsible. We are inventing, creating, this savage civilization that is wiping out the natural world and replacing it with, miserable, self-centered, consumerist automatons chasing pleasure and happiness as our rightful pursuits when the poorest around the world don't have clean water to drink. They have to buy it from us. I can still drink the water from my tap. Our apocalypse is this big reveal, the end of the dream that there is a god we can blame. We're just left with ourselves, we who define God and create our reality. We didn't create the conditions, we are born into conditions, but we are responsible for how we respond to the conditions. It's not some external power. It's us. We conscious creators. I can quit flying, try to rationalize and justify my existence, but I really can't, not when i'm just another consumer. The final dagger has reached the heart when rational thought has crushed consciousness into a carbon footprint and we've divided ourselves into tiny molecules all separate from each other and moving constantly, and we're so totally insane that we're shooting hominids, our own, into space, and we're looking for some place in the solar system to colonize because we still haven't escaped this insane paradigm that has driven us all mad. Let's start with Exhibit A.: Donald Trump, US President. Come on America, and hey rest of the "civilized" world, everybody that can read, isn't time for our collective admission of insanity? This shit is not working. Happy "New" Year, seems like more of the same. Global calendar reset, 00000000000000000, samepage.one. Help. Little cell in big organism, hollering in the ether, help, help, help!