den folgenden beitrag hab ich aus einem amerikanischen forum kopiert, wieso?
ich denke mir oft, wir und viele blogger hätten eine negative sicht auf die gesellschaft und auf die politische entwicklung im allgemeinen.
es bestärkt mich sehr wenn ich sehe, am anderen ende der welt gibt es auch menschen die sehen können und sich darüber ihre gedanken machen!


Indigenous cultures everywhere have been the victims of all our obsessive-compulsive 'progress'. i.e. greed. The industrial revolution began with the promise of less labor and more leisure time. So where did we end up? We've raped our Earth Mother of resources and we've turned ourselves into slaves of machinery instead. A few people got rich in the process, but most still barely make do.

I read a book by Duane Elgin about possible future scenarios not too long ago. He says there are basically three things that can happen. One is, we learn to cooperate and pull out of this quagmire. Two is, as resources grow scarcer and the mouths to feed more numerous, police and fascist states will replace democratic governments and the rule of fear becomes prevalent. I think that's what's happening now. Three, the rich isolate themselves in fake paradises on tropical islands, surround themselves with security guards, and let the poor slog it out among themselves in a free-for-all anarchy. Kind of like the Mad Max series, if you saw that movie. That seems to me to be a remote possibility, because the rich already control state power and they won't relinquish it for no reason at all. So this is the Brave New World that we all live in. Who knows where it'll all end up. Probably a mixture of all three.

I just read that Putin and Bush didn't see eye to eye on the deployment of US missiles in Eastern Europe. Looks like it's the Cold War all over again.

(Sting - All This Time Lyrics)

I looked out across
The river today
I saw a city in the fog and an old church tower
Where the seagulls play
I saw the sad shire horses walking home
In the sodium light
I saw two priests on the ferry
October geese on a cold winter's night

And all this time, the river flowed
Endlessly to the sea

Two priests came round our house tonight
One young, one old, to offer prayers for the dying
To serve the final rite
One to learn, one to teach
Which was the cold wind blows
Fussing and flapping in priestly black
Like a murder of crows

And all this time, the river flowed
Endlessly to the sea
If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river
And I'd bury the old man,
I'd bury him at sea

Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the earth
Better to be poor than a fat man in the eye of a needle
And as these words were spoken I swore I hear
The old man laughing
'What good is a used up world and how could it be
Worth having'

And all this time the river flowed
Endlessly like a silent tear
And all this time the river flowed
Father, if Jesus exists,
Then how come he never lived here

The teachers told us, the Romans built this place
They built a wall and a temple, an edge of the empire
Garrison town,
They lived and they died, they prayed to their gods
But the stone gods did not make a sound
And their empire crumbled, 'til all that was left
Were the stones the workmen found

And all this time the river flowed
In the falling light of a northern sun
If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river
Men go crazy in congregations
But they only get better
One by one
One by one...

[by Charlie Brown]