Thursday, September 14, 2017

Success Amidst the Rubble

I was going to prattle on about: Why does the writer write? For whom? Where does the writer work? When does the writer writes and from what environment? And then meander on over to …

Who is the reader? What does the reader want to read? What genre does the reader prefer…

PISH POSH.

And before I join the Bag of Wind Club currently like those ensconced at the White House let’s zero in on Success: of the writer; of Humanity…

The Establishment is now sneaking in the term: Climate Adjustment, caving in finally to the reality of planetary climate change. But how 'bout we ask the Floridians experiencing 185 miles an hour one after another. Have a chat with them about "adjusting.”

Climate change in all of its brutal manifestations is here to stay and ‘for good.’

We need to change the way we design our buildings anticipating these drastic changes to these seasonable onslaughts.

Start with the writer in that setting and give him a microphone to broadcast to the widest possible readership; using every means and device at hand to deploy into this fray. The crisis is calling us out. All businesses must respond as sponsors of this movement to forward the writings of these thoughtful people. The sponsors have a critical role to play in boosting these intellectuals and their work.

These morally driven businesspeople need to take off their greed masks; rewrite the fundamentals of capitalism. Inform; broadcast, pitch and deliver their message of the extreme importance of feeding and sheltering our fellow human beings.

There is no space left for intellectual ruminating. No room left on pinheads for dancing angels. (lost count a long time ago.)

That’s why my heart is is finally beating with purpose and my quiver bleeding ink.

The modern, informed writes to protect his readership.  At a sustained 185 mile an hour windbag is a force of God.  With puffy cheeks and orange hair.     

Walt Disney and His Gang

The documentary I saw on the boob the other day took an inordinate amount of time and space cutting him down for what the writers thought was a childish and candy-assed approach to creating his own Utopia.  
It seemed obvious to me that Walt was just trying to bring more joy into our world – a world full of colour and children’s laughter; play-rides; Donald Ducks; and Goofies; Mickey Mouse and the rest of his playful gang. and such. Even while dying from lung cancer from an excess of smoking and riding along too many Malboro Men, his last words to his employees: “Keep up the good work, fellas.”  Well, Walt, that works for me. So does your optimism. And that’s what you and your vision was all about: Optimism.

Those Passengers on the Other Two Planes

And courage. Like the kind we don’t hear enough about as demonstrated by the passengers of those other two planes who managed to storm the cockpits and force those hijacked planes down (assuring their own deaths)  - one to crash into a field in Pennsylvania and the other just piercing on the outskirts of the Pentagon.

Courage and Optimism at work setting the example of successful humanity.




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