On Calendars

I get calendars.  A lot of them. All, from very worthy causes.1  I can’t contribute to them all, living on my Social Security income and meager savings as I am.  But every once in awhile, one of them gives me special pause.  Like the last one I have just received, over this past weekend.

It’s from ‘The Shriners Hospitals for Children’.  I have known about them.  For years.  And that’s what gives me special pause.

Not just for the nature of the cause.2

But for its need.  Which has been going on for years, and years, and years.

People, people, people.  A truly intelligent society would recognize immediately if something were going wrong with the pregnancies amongst them, and have taken measures to identify the cause or causes, and

DONE THE HELL SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

Not just continue to appeal for funds for research on the particular matter.  For years and years and years.

Cancer.  MS.  Heart disease.  Alzheimer’s.  Diabetes.  And on, and on, and on, the litany goes.  Of conditions WHICH ALREADY HAVE KNOWN ANSWERS TO THEM.  KNOWN CAUSES.  And therefore, KNOWN TREATMENTS.  After, and before, the fact.  

And still we play Let’s Pretend.  Let’s Pretend that we don’t know the answers to all these sorts of conditions.  

Why do we do it?

On the one hand - our hand (if we haven’t been born missing it.  Or both.  Or legs to boot) - we trust our medicos.  ‘They would know.’   And besides, that sort of care is what our health insurance is based on.  And on the other hand - theirs - what they know is that they would be out of a job, and fast, if they blew the whistle on the scam.  

What scam??

The scam of the medical-pharmaceutical complex.  Or in actuality, the medical-pharmaceutical-government complex.3  Which is a multibillion dollar scam - excuse me: industry.

Which is good for the economy.

Which is important for the economy.    

Without which, said economy would falter.

Which is precisely what needs to happen.

Because it is founded on corruption.

And thus, needs to go.

   

In this New World, aborning.

As we speak.

And not soon enough, to my liking.

And preference.

Of the kingdom of Light over the kingdom of Darkness.

Having had its day in the sun.

And now, needing to give way to the Light.

Claiming its own.

And all that is not of the Light

will be banished from this realm.

A self-imposed banishment.

For not being ‘up to snuff’. 

Not having the right ‘vibes’.

However you want to put it.

Me; I want to put it

out of here.

Now. 

So that we can get on with our better business.

Of walking further into

the Light. 

On our way

Home.

No longer having lost our way in the darkness of our own creation.

Or, that is to say, in the darkness that we have bought as a way to live.

All, for following the siren song of one note.  The note

of profit.

Of ‘making a profit’.

Boy, what a pushover we have been.  By the forces of the Dark.  

Have.  Been.

No.  More.

It’s time to move on on our path.

Because

it is

that 

Time.

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footnotes:

1 At first it was a trickle, and then it has become an tsunami.  I made a few contributions, and then, seemingly ‘all of a sudden, I have started receiving donation requests from all over.  

   A whole lotta selling of mailing lists going on out there…

2 In this case, it’s for the likes of ‘spinal cord injuries’ - think spina bifida and cerebral palsy - and  “orthopaedic conditions” - which involves such conditions as ‘congenital femoral deficiency’ and ‘arthrogryposis’ and ‘ectrodactyly’ and ‘osteogenesis imperfecta’ (brittle bone disease) and ‘congenital transverse deficiency (missing limbs) - and cleft lip and palate, and I could go on.  And on.  And on.  But I don’t really want to.

   Meaning, that I don’t really want ‘it’ to.

   But to continue.  

3 And not just that complex. But the similar complexes of other such industries.  Who slip their reps into such federal regulatory agencies as the FDA and the Dept. of Agriculture, who then dutifully apply initiatives in support of their parent bodies, and then revolve back out to their respective home bases.  Job well done.  

   Grrrrrr…………… ……………………..