We have no piece on their piechart

Sylvia Shawcross

There is a lusty bird that sings at dusk outside my window high in the cedar tree. I’ve never seen him but he warbles wildly and poignantly as if to say for the night, “come live with me and be my love.” He is a lonely child of the wilderness spreading his heart to the dying wind knowing the sun is going down and he will be alone watching the predators on the ground, waiting for daybreak.

On the nights I do not hear his mournful cry I am happy thinking of him with another cuddled in branches somewhere chirping poetry. He is here tonight however. And it will be a long night. As it will be for the world for many nights. Long long nights.

We people of the world watch our leaders with trepidation. It is as if they have gone mad collectively.

But perhaps it is not madness after all. Perhaps it is as mundane as being in debt and held to ransom by the mad. The really mad. The horrific monsters playing with us in ruthless pursuit of ultimate wealth and control. We often say they live above the fray but they “are” the fray—aggressive and competitive and deeply duplicitous with their own for the most part. It is a dance of egos whirling without joy. And those who dance, when left alone, can be found sadly drawing pictures of their future utopias on the walls of the caves. Protected there in the cave, but still in a cave… shut off from the world.

Underground where the bats collect at daybreak. Above them in the daylight the children of the earth play. They, in their caves do not know these children. They never did.

However that is beside the point, the real point is we, the mooing herds (who are, through our very existence, guilty of inefficient land usage), have no piece on their piecharts. In fact, all these piecharts, graphs and future projections and all those mountainous piles of words and studies are written for themselves. All these meetings and seminars and presentations are shows put on for their own entertainment. All of it has very little to do with the real world. They are living in a simulation of their own imagination.

In truth the only part the mooing herds play in their visions is where we are expected, cajoled, herded, manipulated, or even threatened to conform to their plans. While they pontificate and draw piecharts on their walls, the mooing herds have maintained the planes and trains and taxis that got them there, made and prepared the food that they will eat, built the rooms, the machines and the furniture they are using, made the beds, ploughed the roads, delivered the goods, photocopied the papers, served the coffee, guarded their asses and showed them where the washrooms were. Because the vast majority of people do not live in a simulation. We know this if only because when we stub our toes it hurts. But they never stub their toes. Apparently.

These kinds of things could not be written if they didn’t make it so damn easy. Really. WHAT world are they living in? It’s not the one we’re living in. Here in Canada, our leader is attacking his opposition by accusing him of supporting a group called Diagalon which according to investigations by the RCMP and others is a harmless “not” terrorist “not” right-wing-extremist group. He is also accusing the opposition leader of not speaking out against Alex Jones, the American “conspiracy theorist.”

In what world does our government live in? It is a case of them picking these odd little things and creating a mountain where moles live. It is perhaps a reason they find for themselves to explain their unpopularity. This unpopularity knows neither economic nor political boundaries. It is pretty much the majority. Nevertheless, it is an odd thing to realize that it is the government itself that is giving credence to conspiracy theory. It is our government itself that believes the conspiracies. It is the ultimate confession by projection and it does not bode well. We have a government afraid of its own makings.

Our leader, in his efforts to reclaim popularity has accused those who do not want to support the “globalist” agenda as being foolishly wishing for the old days and out of touch with the future—Old-fashioned and uneducated one can suppose from the rhetoric.

Why the mooing herds have to explain to our leaders the obvious is quite ridiculous: People are not longing for the old days so much as longing for the days when they had jobs, lower taxation, groceries they could afford, affordable housing, gas prices that were reasonable for such a large country and an optimistic future for their children. They are longing for the reputation of a tolerant and multi-cultural country that did not have huge protests on the streets about one thing or another. They want the peace and good fellowship they have spent generations building. They want what they worked for.

And they do not much like what is planned for the future. At all. Who would? Except those who will find themselves happily living as exceptions to the rules being laid out. The madness of utopian elitism is becoming clearer.

It is in so many ways a tragedy to watch our government. Yes, Canadians do want dental care and childcare and care for the planet and all those things but they are entitled to these things without having to give up freedom, dignity, privacy, and peace. It is simply being presented as a choice that does not have to be a choice. It is mostly how the money is allocated. How are those wars going? Who and what do all these globalist agendas serve? If not the people? A government is a representation of the people and when the majority of people are not included in decisions, it is no longer a government. What is it then?

Peace. Here. Now.

Here’s an earworm for you. We’ve been at this for a long long time.