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Can We Survive the Monitization of "Truth"?

 

As I scroll through the emails waiting quietly on my mail, I wonder if they are worth the time?

First of all most of them have not been invited. Some are easily deleted and some are welcomed. But then I wonder who should I believe? Is it worth the wondering?

You Will Never Amount to Anything

 

they said.

It might have been a common response to any female child who had opinions.

Or any person who was an immigrant but not rich.

Or anyone they did not agree with or like.

This is what I heard from Aunts, Teachers and any adult who I annoyed.

So I attempted to be something.

My mother's family came from France in the second World war.

Expressing my opinion was easy for me. I was the kind of child who started singing when I thought my kin were asleep. It showed me up for being conceited and uncaring about others. This was when I was afraid of my father.

I didn't have academic ability and would drift off during class. I was driven by my own opinions, thoughts and needs.

When arriving in Canada at 16 I believed I would be special because I came from England. I entered the Miss Canada Pageant, eager to make friends. Becoming famous was the goal although I didn't attach any skills. However a man at the office where I worked said I have nice apples and so I was noticed.

I believed as long as I feel safe all was well. At that time the beauty contests were reasonably clean and they protected the contestants from scheming men when they could. I mentioned to them I was getting scared because the man who drove me had planned to take me to a place he was to visit after the pageant and that conversation in the car was about sexuality - sort of like grooming. When I told the pageant staff they arranged for me to get a plane from Toronto back to Montreal. It was a lucky day for this new Canadian.

I wanted to be famous so I clearly had a high opinion of myself. Although I didn't have fame or money.

But what did it mean that I would never amount to anything. What kind of fame was I after. I was ignorant and vain but that didn't show up on my inner opinion of myself. It was my ego who was determined not my real self, my cloak of self deception. Oh and the modern advertising to get people to care only about how they look to the outside world. I swallowed it all.

Eventually I found love, got married and had three children. Then I had to think seriously about them. 

Would the mother who would never amount to anything be a source of wisdom and kindness? Allowing them to find fame and wealth? 

My naïveté was not dangerous in the sixties. My opinions and the readiness to share them. Helped although there was the time a man who had a high position wanted to see me. The hierarchy was tight and women, young women, would try to please any man who has power. I was taken to his office where he fondled my breasts. Sighed and let me go. Then I was demoted although I never told anyone about it. I thought a different person tried to protect me. 

Naomi Klein is a hero

"To be clear, calm is not a replacement "

 "To be clear, calm is not a replacement for righteous rage or fury at injustice, both of which are powerful drivers for necessary change. But calm is the precondition for focus, for the capacity to prioritize and act strategically. Which may well be the reason so many powerful people seem determined to deprive us of our ability to find that focused state – whether it’s Donald Trump bombarding us with a non-stop barrage of shocks, outrages and baseless conspiracies, or Sam Altman telling us that “intelligence” is a “utility” we will soon be purchasing like electricity or water. In other words: Don’t bother making sense of reality yourself – outsource all that bothersome cognitive labour to the algorithm, and it’ll do it for you" Naomi Klein

two problems with the future of humanity

 1. That a group of people have been taught that power over others makes them superior.

2. That people who have power don't want to know how those without are treated.

3. If power is the only thing we value, it's easy to let those who suffer continue believing you are only guilty if you hurt others.

4. You are not guilty of knowing injustice is done to others.

5. Innocent or guilty is not the issue. The issue is being engaged in the politics of your people, is also your responsibility too.

6. How humanity deals with injustice is how our children survive or perish.

What is stupid is controlling minds of humanity

 https://alisav.substack.com/p/are-americans-just-stupid

We have lived through scary movies which say we are destined to die in terrible pain. We are warned that money is something we must have. People will not look after you when you're poor. 

I believe we can prioritize life over things.

Also we must love ourselves enough to not harm others unless it comes to survival. If someone uses a gun they are afraid.

Humanity has been filled with fears coming from capitalism, religion, war and traditions that diminish life beneath power.

tonys celebration of life

He left last night 

not knowing (I like to think) 

It was not his choice 

it was decided for him I tell myself. 

He stopped breathing 

and the machine was taken from him. 

It's not that he looked comfortable

or happy or proud 

in fact the machinery with all its attachments 

with all its needles 

he was not happy 

he struggled to breathe to move 

in fact he couldnt move. 

I lost him before then in the diagnosis

his eyes looking up 

as if he made his way to heaven. 

How I love the sentiments we invent 

the creation of a heaven 

waiting to welcome the ones we depend on for love. 

No way around it 

we don't want you to leave 

even if it makes you comfortable. 

You were never a sentimentalist 

creating a heaven in your mind 

where you could look down on all who loved you as I did. 

It was not my choice to share you with others 

but now you have moved 

from being the warm arms 

I fell into 

the advice to comfort 

the face to kiss 

the knowledge 

rules and connection 

like light returning 

every morning

 

the breakfast in bed 

supper in the evening 

and television shows 

now I understand 

how much you meant to everyone 

you cared for 

after supper

poem

"love is not love which alteration finds

or bends with the remover to remove

oh no

it is an ever fixed mark" Shakespeare

I Wear Your Sweaters

Old, stained, well worn bring comfort
when I’m inside

their out of style frumpish gape around my body

say my looks
don’t matter
but the way I wear you

covers my skin intervenes between me and the outside world

an undeniable belonging attachment to a common algorythm

as I shrink into
obscurity beyond economy radical attention knowing

I am loved by you
and wild birds who lend me their wings temporarily

moving across my window in sunlight.