Sunday Sermon [The Blind Leading the Blind]

Hola mi gente,
The HillBillies (Clinton supporters) have been practically screaming in an orgiastic frenzy that Angela Davis has endorsed Hillary Clinton. That’sbullshit. In the context of a speech in which the majority of the time was spent outlining her vision of a new, anti-racist, anti-capitalist, anti-sexist political party, Angela Davis said that while having serious problems with the other candidate, “I am not so narcissistic to say I cannot bring myself to vote for her.”

It’s also bullshit that a vote for a third party is a vote for Trump. More on this later in the week.

Today… keep in mind that I collect stories like other people collect pets. LOL Click here to support my writing/ advocacy work.

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.
 -- Desiderius Erasmus

A famous monastery high in the mountains of the Himalayas, well-known for its highly realized monks, had recently elected new abbot as their spiritual leader. Winter was fast approaching, so the young monks asked their new teacher whether the coming winter would be a cold or mild one.

The new young abbot’s meditation hadn’t yet progressed to the point where he could predict the weather, but in order to be on the safe side and impress his new charges, he said it was going to be a cold winter and that they should collect a lot of firewood.

A few days later, concerned that his prediction was wring, he got the idea to anonymously call the local weather station and speak to a highly qualified meteorologist.

“Professor, what type of winter can we expect this year?” he asked

“Signs indicate it will be a cold winter,” said the professor.

So it was this new information in mind that the following day, the abbot ordered his monks to collect even more firewood.

A week later the abbot made another anonymous call to the weather station, “Does it still look like a cold winter?”

“The signs are looking worse, sir,” replied the meteorologist. “It looks like it will be a very cold winter.”

The next morning the abbot instructed his monks to look for even more firewood because he foresaw that it was going to be one of the coldest winters ever.

Later, thinking he may have gone too far, and that if he was wrong, it would destroy his reputation as an accomplished meditator, the abbot called the head of the local weather station again.

“Professor, are you absolutely certain that the signs are predicting a severe winter?”

“Absolutely!” exclaimed the meteorologist. “In fact the signs are getting worse by the day. This looks like it will be an extremely cold winter indeed.”

How can you be so sure?” asked the anonymous caller.

“Because,” answered the professor, “all the monks in our local monastery are collecting firewood like mad.”

And this, my friends, is how the stock market (and most of politics) works.

My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization...

The Monkey Trap

Hola Everybody,
I have an informal meeting today and several interviews scheduled for the rest of the week. Man, late capitalism ain't no joke.

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Back in the day, it was easy to capture a monkey. All a hunter would have to do is wander into the forest and find a ripe coconut and cut a hole that was approximately the size of a monkey’s fist. He could then drink the refreshing milk and some of the soft flesh (young coconuts are best!). 

After eating, he would secure the now empty coconut with a chain or strong rope to a tree. After placing a banana or some other fruit inside the coconut, the hunter would go home.

Eventually, a monkey would come by the hollow coconut with the fruit inside and try to pull it out. However, the hole was only just large enough for the monkey’s empty fist. When his fist was holding the banana, he couldn’t get it out.

By the time the hunter returned they monkey had been struggling for hours to get his fist out along with the desired prize, the banana. Seeing the hunter approaching, the monkey redoubles his effort to extract the banana. 

Now mind you, all the monkey has to do in order to escape is to let go of the banana. Then he can pull out his hand and run for safety. But does the monkey let go? No way! The reason being that monkeys always think, “This is my banana. I found it. It’s mine!”

And that’s how monkeys get caught all the time.

Interestingly enough, it’s also how humans get trapped.

My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization…