Wednesday, September 19, 2018
The Beginning of the End of the Royals running Europe started with an upstart French officer named Napolean and a musician from the German outback named Beethoven.
The End of the Beginning of the End came when Austrian Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated in Sarajevo in 1914, the event that ignited the First Big War.
The End of the Royals running Europe came when the appointed Generals, elected Presidents and Prime Ministers of a war-crippled Europe assembled in Versailles, France, in 1919. The secular Leaders began trying to pull the pieces of Europe back together again, to reset Euro Civilization on a new Democratic/Republican game-plan.
Since that time, the Europeans have had a rough time of pulling themselves together as a political entity. To begin with, the rubble-heaps of post-WWII Europe ended up in a new polarity of two distant controlling hegemonies—the US and the USSR. These two emergent political empires were centered far outside of the fanciful entity we know as Old Europe, which existed in previous history as a continental area governed mostly from these ancient Capitols: Athens, Rome, Madrid, Paris, London, Berlin, Warsaw, Prague, Budapest, Vienna, and—a most honorable mention—Geneva.
I call Geneva honorable because it is the City on that grand network most associated with a very important concept: Peace.
The Peace of Europe had been, for 1900 years, an elusive State of Affairs, which somehow managed to survive as a glimmer of hope in the Heart and Soul of a quasi-mythical Europa.
Europe is very old, but contemporary Europeans have taken on a venerable Project to form a European Union. Exactly what that is, is a matter of political evolution, politics, compromise, and of course, Money.
This EU is a logical step forward, because the formerly long-hoped-for Peace of Europe has been flourishing since Allied victory was won at great cost of blood sweat and tears, in 1945. By the grace of God and Man, Europe has been at peace with itself since that time, 73 years.
But the next step beyond the Peace of Europe-- European Union-- is a prospect as elusive as finding the Holy Grail, or Valhalla, or Arcadia, or Elysian Fields of Camelot or Heaven itself.
But its political success is nowhere as easy as the Prospect for Unity that we Americans had back in the day. We had a vast, undeveloped continent as a frontier, which was populated originally by primitive tribes who were unorganized and unprepared to deal with our transplanted European development Mindset.
Most of us Americans had ancestors who wandered via Ships across the Atlantic to—as it turned out— find and construct a New World. Our forebears were confronted only by those undeveloped tribes who were already here, and a bunch of competing, mostly-poor immigrants like ourselves from different mostly-Euro traditions.
We certainly had some problems along the way, getting it all together as the United States of America. We even had a goddam Civil War trying to get it all worked out but we managed to get through that and keep the Union going, and expanding all the way to the Pacific shore.
Yes, we certainly had some problems getting it together, but our USA has been, relatively speaking, a light-duty Project compared to what the Europeans have been dealing with since the Collapse of the Old Roman Empire.
We New Worlders had advantages. We did not have, you see, all that 2000-year-old institutionalized sociological, economic and ethnic baggage that the Europeans have had and still have that keeps them caught up in differing National Purposes and Visions.
Presently, between the Teutonic bean-counters and the Mediterranean lay-backs, Europe just cannot get it together to decide how all the Expenses of governance and economic maintenance can be Paid-off.
Now we Americans don’t necessarily pay our Public Deficits either, but at least we are United in our rhetorical affirmation of equality and justice and Credit for All. So we just keep running up the Tab and nobody gives a dam, because we have been, for a awhile, the, you know, new kid on the block and king of the hill and all that and we can get away with it.
Whereas the Euros are presently arguing about Who is going to pay the bills—the Teutonic bean-counters or the Mediterranean lay-backs.
We Americans cast a trans-Atlantic glance at them and express our deepest concern and well-wishes for a continuing Progress toward the elusive European Union and we say wholeheartedly:
Good Luck with that!
Now here’s the good news.There is a bright lining that envelopes this present Cloud of Complex Cooperation in Europa.
French President Emmanuel Macron has now proposed a new plan whereby the burdens of EU Debt, Expense, Governance and Administration of the EU are Dealt-With according to (as my American online ignoramus self-satisfied cyber-awareness would understand it) gradations of Participation, Responsibility and WhothehellCares-Responsibility in the EntitiesUnited of Europa.
These levels of Participation will be most heavily taken Seriously and Attended-To by those State/entities that are closest to the Center of Power and Influence. The peripheral Nations/States will be garnished according to their relative positions in the outgoing Concentric Circles of Europe.
These Circles are most likely actually Parabolas. Because the actual Working Center of Europe consists not of one Point, but rather, Two Points, where the real Movers and Shakers (Bankers) of Europe run their Industrial/Financial Empires.
The Two Points are Berlin and Paris. There is a Third Centric point between them: Brussels, which is the errand by for Paris and London.
So we see that, with Monsieur Macron’s proposed plan for the widening Circles of Influence, Europe has great Hope for the Future.
It may be a plan worthy of implementation. The Europeans have achieved Success in the Development of an essential condition: Peace.
Now it’s just the Money that’s hanging them up.
This American believes that the pesky Arguing about Who pays the Bills is actually Progress, because it is qualitatively better than Bombing each other! So they must have gotten something right, beginning back in '45. They have indeed come a long way since Sarajevo in 1914.
One more thing, very important. This American notices that, in spite of all the different member nations with different languages and politics and values, their system of Trains and Metros puts ours to shame. With just a mention given to their impressive High-Speed, Efficiency and Clockwork Precision, the most endearing characteristic of the Euro rail is Ease and Comfort. Taking a Euro train trip from one city to another is a much easier and far more comfortable Prospect than doing the yankee airport runaround, with sardine-contortion seating and limited passage in the aisles when you may have to pee. Most important of all--the train seats are comfortable, roomy, easy to get in- and out-of, and less pricey than planes.
Maybe we can teach them something about Debts Pretension, while they teach us something about Running the Trains.
Saturday, September 15, 2018
Matchmaker, Matchmaker, make me a match.
That’s the opening line in a song that Barbra Streisand sang in the musical movie, Funny Girl, back in the day, 1968.
She was addressing her request to a matriarchal lady who used to perform a certain cultural role—pairing up a young woman with a young man for marriage— in the subculture of Jewish immigrants in New York City, sometime back in the early 20th-century.
I thought about that line while we were strolling through Valencia, Spain, yesterday. But my remembrance of the phrase was a little off the mark. I was singing it in my mind this way:
Patchmaker, patchmaker, make me a patch.
The reason is: everywhere I go in the world—and in life, generally— I see gaps, where there is space because something is missing, something that should be there, or that used to be there.
Here’s an example of a gap I saw yesterday:
Apparently this problem of missing stuff is nothing new. The dearth has been going on for a long time. There are gaps everywhere, and going way back in time. A few days earlier, we came across this church structure in Madrid that had, indeed, been patched.
This phenomenon of filling spaces goes much farther, I have noticed, than just plugging physical gaps in buildings.
There are many, many gaps of all kinds in this world—many pieces missing from the puzzle.
Something is missing everywhere you go!
Everywhere we go, we find blank spaces that need to be filled with something—something appropriate, something—or some message—that is thought-provoking, or profound, or at least cutesy.
Consider this profound message that was filled in by some anonymous enterprising patchmaker. I noticed it this morning on a wall in Valencia while we here having brunch at the Brunch Corner:
Pretty heavy stuff, don’t ya think? What a message!
Also notice, above the painted message, the broken-off walls in the background which certainly do need some patching or repair. I bet the owner of this broken-off building sings Funny Girl’s song:
Patchmaker, patchmaker, make me a patch!
But back to the painted message below the broken wall, next to the stacked chairs—take a look at it. Doesn’t the style of the lettering ring a bell somewhere in your mind?
Haven’t you noticed that, anywhere you go in the world, as you notice the messages posted in out-of-the-way places—places that need some kind of patch or profundity—there is always a graffiti written there, apparently written by the same person who has a very consistent, blocky style that he(she) displays on walls everywhere in the world?
You see this guy’s work everywhere! Check this out. I snapped the pic while rolling along in a Spanish train somewhere between Valencia and Barcelona. Don't be distracted by the reflection of interior train space at the top of the photo. Concentrate on the message!
Whoever this artiste is that’s doing this work, I don’t know, but I think we oughta give him(her) an award, because he(she) really gets around, and does an incredible amount of work wherever he(she) goes, because (s)he always seems to get the message posted in the most unlikely places. (S)he must be the same person that Paul Simon was singing about in his song, the Boxer, when he patched into his Boxer song this phrase:
“When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy, seeking out the poorer places where the ragged people go, looking only for the places only they would know.”
I have noticed, you see, that this patchmaker person—whoever (s)he is— really gets around. Everywhere in the world, everywhere you go—her(his) work is displayed in out-of-the-way places.
You know what I’m talking about. You’ve seen Paco’s work. (I’m pretty sure his name is Paco.) I saw a bunch of his stuff today, painted onto concrete walls that line the railway, a place where no regular people would go to, a place where only “the ragged people” would go to.
Looks like this:
Wherever this guy Paco hangs out, I think the Academy oughta do a search on (s)him and give him an artiste award for patching in all the blank space between everything else that exists in the developed world.
Gracias, Paco! for all the work you do, and have done.
And as they say on Laugh-In, Salut!
King of Soul
Friday, September 14, 2018
Two Spanish towers stand as symbolic descriptors of that country's monarchy.
It only takes a glance to catch a glimpse of the difference between the two historical ages in which these two were constructed.
One ancient tower, pictured below, was built on the Mediterranean coast, at Valencia, between 1441-1460 AD.
The new one, to be seen further below, was constructed in Madrid in 1992.
They are very different. A comparison between the two indicates, I think, a major difference between Spain's early monarchy five centuries ago, and the constitutional monarchy that functions today.
When I look at the older tower, which I snapped on photo this morning, the picture summons in my mind mythical images of a medieval kingdom ruled by kings and protected by an order of loyal knights. In this case, the kingdom was Aragon, in was in eastern Spain, 15th century. The nominal ruler at the time was King Alfonso V.
Because medieval royals moved around Europe like corporate CEO’s who jet around the world today, Alfonso wasn’t very involved in the Spanish parts of his domains; he was preoccupied with Italia and papist politics.
So Alfonso’s brother, prince John, held down the fort (literally) over in the outback Spanish hinterlands.
The task then fell to John, or some of his people, to govern and protect the good people of Aragon. In the main cuidad, the port of Valencia, they built walls around the city, and towers for monitoring the distant horizons. Here’s the tower, obviously still standing, that I snapped this morning.
Doesn’t it absolutely look like the elevated station of a classic medieval fortification wall? Could it be jutting up into the blue sky of at Aragorn instead of Aragon? We see here that Prince John literally “held down the fort” while his big brother was schmoozing with the Italian movers and shakers of their day and their papist pals.
Prince John did acquire, however, a significant role in history. He was the the father of a Ferdinand. That’s the Ferdinand of Ferdinand and Isabella, who commissioned Christopher Columbus to sail for India. Chris never did make it India; but he did bump into another place. . . America.
And the rest is history.
When King Ferdinand of Aragon married Queen Isabella of Castile--that was the beginning of the nation we know to be Spain.
Fast-forward 532 years from Prince John’s constructed wall/Tower to defend Valencia in 1460 AD. By 1992, when my second example of a tower is built, the people of Spain have done significant rearrangement of this governmental arrangement called monarchy. They have democratically kicked out one 20th-century king, Alphonso XIII, in 1931. They replaced his monarchy with a leftist Republic that lasted only until 1939. Then the military Generalissimo Franco summoned a bunch of old-fashioned Catolico, conservative, reactionary and fascist soldiers; he drove them up from Morocco, took hold of Espanya by winning the civil war of 1936-39; he chased away most of the republicans, socialists, communists and any other liberal-minded upstarts who thought they could rearrange Spain according to egalitarian ideals and modern ideas.
Franco ruled, king-like, as a Falangist dictator, from 1939 onward, and managed to hang onto power in spite of all his nazi and Italiano fascisti allies going down in death and disgrace in 1945 after the Big War.
He ruled until he croaked in 1975. But before he died, Franco twisted arms in the corridors of Spanish power to prevent his people from voting in another experiment with democracy.
They must restore the monarchy, insisted the Generalissimo. But they should not crown the royal son who would have been presumptive heir—no, not Don Juan, 3rd son of the late and last King Alphonso who they turned away in '31 Rather, Franco insisted Spain should crown Don Juan's son, Juan Carlos, whose inclinations appeared to be more authoritarian than Don Juan’s.
Nevertheless, after Franco had passed into the great beyond in ’75, the new king Juan Carlos responded with approval for the democratic reforms necessary to bring Spain into modern governance. He instituted reforms that would relegate the monarchy toward more ceremonial duties, a la Britain, the Netherlands, Sweden and several other nations. Today Alfonso’s great-grandson, Juan Carlos’ son Felipe VI, is the king of Spain.
In Madrid, 1992, Spain built a museum to display the modern art of their country. King Felipe’s mother, Sofia—herself of royal Spanish blood as well as being Juan Carlos’ wife and queen—gave her name to the completed project of the new art museum.
A sleek, transparent glass elevator shaft on the Museum’s exterior stands out as a bold work of architectural art, in and of itself. It’s name is prominently etched along the entire vertical length of the structure.
This shiny Tower, which conducts elevators, expresses the innovative thrust by which Spain has ascended into the modern world.
So we notice two incredibly different towers in Spain: one made of stone, appearing very heavy, very old, and fortress-like impenetrable. The other is constructed of glass, gleaming brightly in 2018 sunshine, appearing light and fragile. This second one also has a symbolic name--Reina Sofia, which was not only the Spanish queen's means; it also means Queen Wisdom.
What remains to be seen is the future of Spain’s monarchy-retaining democracy. Is it fortified and impenetrable, or light and fragile, like a smart phone you don't want to drop.
That question is really a manner of consideration for all democratic governments. We shall see what the world does to all our democracies during the next half-millenium. Let's hope they are still functional 500 years from now, whether kings and queens are still part of the structure, or not.
My thought is it would be wise to keep democracy intact and functional, whether or not kings and queens are still part of the arrangements.
Thursday, September 13, 2018
For five hundred Moor years
than the Iberian Catolica peninsula
could ever have estanded
to be Islamically commanded,
they endured Ummayed demands
until Aragon King Ferdinand
came conquestering and demanding
with Castile Queen Isabella, remanding,
to fortify their Catolica position
with a a goddam Inquisition,
stringing up dissidents in their Inquisition power
thereby crushing the bloom of heretical flower.
But with Isabella’s demise mad king Ferd devised
that child Queen Juana should be misused:
She therefore became abused and confused,
being married off to a Hapsburg prince
so that Empire hegemony could commence,
thrusting power over in-between freakin’ France
so Spain would achieve victory in their great Power prance.
Thereby Poor Juana had not a chance
her youthful passion to enhance,
being named an infernal loco heretic.
Therefore history defined her role as lunatic.
While Jews were being unlisted,
dissidents still resisted
although many heretics persisted
while being so unjustly inquisited.
That was then but this is now.
Spain still bleeds; that was how
it happened long ago
when Ferd took on the holy Roman Catolico
Hapsburg Empire show.
Down through history from page to page
As monarchs wage their contests age to age
Spanish blood flows through impetuous action;
it then bleeds out as Spanish soul passion,
moving los manos y voces to music and song
to celebrate what's right and lament what is wrong.
Through the ages, ask the sages
what is right, what is wrong?
Who knows? The priest, the pope?
The poet? the socialist?—who offers hope?
Remember only: life is grand
despite our ruins beneath the sand.
So offer up a sacrifice of song
in notes so potent and passion strong,
while over in the sacrificial ring
a different living sacrifice they bring.
Matador leads. Bull bleeds.
Newfound blood in ongoing sacrifice
echoes ancient cross of crucified Christ.
Priest leads. Jesus bleeds.
The Faithful chant Apostles’ creed..
Sister Maria prays with beads.
But Falanga franco used catolico creeds
while dispatching policia on steeds.
Still saints were interceding
Flamenco singers pleading
Spain is forever bleeding
even as the Savior.
In ’36 Las Artistas pled while Spain bled red.
Still the flamencos emoted, saints devoted,
peasants toted. poets wroted.
democrats noted. republicans voted.
v. Royalistass reactionary.
What else is new, not from the past?
So you might have asked .
Here’s what: Thermite bombs in 1937:
Hitler’s luftwaffe over Spanish village heaven.
Spain bleeds through Guernica saints.
Pablo reads; Picasso paints.
Dali droops. El toro drips
The crowd whoops; the leather rips.
El Guitarist heals. Flamenco dancer reels.
As the eternal note of sadness peals,
La musica heals when dancer reels.
Spain handles the pain.
It falls mainly on the plain
people in Spain.
Sunday, September 9, 2018
When it comes to European civilization, Greece is where the legacy originated about 2500 years ago.
Among the many enduring contributions by which the early Greeks set Europe into cultural motion, I find two, in particular, that have demonstrated incredible longevity:
Democracy, and Olympics.
Those early Greeks were incredibly active in their sporting competitions, and also in their zeal to launch the world’s most notable experiment in governance by “the people.”
Their idea of Democracy was later amended by the Romans as a form of governance known as Republic, which was perhaps a more practical working out of the egalitarian concept, because groups of citizens could, by vote, select representatives to do the actual decision-making.
Many centuries later, the notion of democracy ascended on a fresh new wind of modern life. Most notably in the 1700’s, certain forward-thinking individuals in America and central Europe used the ancient democratic ideal as a basis for updating and improving human governance. The working out of it has been, over the last two or three centuries, somewhat messy and unsure, but the idea of government by the people for the people is still widely considered to be the best and fairest framework for doing collectively whatever it is that we humans are trying to do to improve our situation here on earth.
A lot could be said here but I’ll just toss up an example of how the idea of democracy continues to capture Euro imagination. Here’s a photo I snapped a few days ago while walking through a public square in Barcelona.
As we can see here, democracy seems to be a readily attractive notion, worthy of public mention. However, the prospect of promoting democracy has not always been easy here in Espanya. Spain has had a rough history in which Democracy and Authoritarian governments have bloodily contested each other.
Following their rejection of a King in 1931, the Spanish people fought a civil war, 1936-39; it began in a political competition between zealous advocates of these two opposing models of governance.
But during those tumultuous years, the people of Spain were not the only nation who were grappling with such controversies. A few European borders away, the people of Germany were in a similar contest.
After the Germans suffered the defeat of World War I, they had a massive reconstruction project going on, as they were striving to re-assemble not only their physical nation and its infrastructure, but also their way of governing themselves.
During the 1920’s and ’30’s, both the Germans and the Spanish wrestled with themselves to establish a democratic Republic. Both attempts ended in failure.
When the Nazis took over Germany in 1933, they ditched the Weimar Republic and degenerated into Third Reich bellicosity. Also in the 1930’s, the people of Spain ousted their King and declared a new Republic. But in 1936, the Franco-led Falangists attacked their own people. By 1939, they had driven the Republicans out of office.
Meanwhile, back at the crunch, there was an athletic contention going on between these two violence-torn countries--Germany and Spain. This competition gets back to the other great contribution that I mentioned earlier from ancient Greece:
At the meeting of the International Olympic Committee in 1931, Spain had proposed that the 1936 Olympics take place in Barcelona. But, by a process of democratic voting among the member nations, the IOC awarded the hosting to Berlin.
That was an ill-fated turn of events. Germany was at that time being taken over by the Nazi Third Reich. Hitler and his Nazi thugs were striving to use the Olympics as a showcase of their supposed bullshit Aryan supremacy.
Down in Republican Spain, the leftist government caught wind of what the Nazis were up to. They smelled a rat in Europe. So they launched an attempt to conduct an alternate Olympics, which they thought would express more appropriately the sporting competition of classic events.
But the so-called Olimpiada Popular in Barcelona never happened. As it turned out, the Spanish people were having a war among themselves in 1936 instead of inviting the world in for some friendly sports.
Later, during and after the Second World War, the civilized world awakened to the disastrous truth of what Nazi Germany had been doing behind the scenes while they had been hosting their facade of pseudo-Olympic propaganda back in '36.
Spanish Catalunya Barcelona did, however, ultimately have its day in the Olympic sun. That came 56 years later, in 1992.
A few days ago, here and now 2018, we visited that Olympic site in Barcelona where the competitive events were conducted in '92; quite an impressive sight it still is:
My hope is that both ancient institutions—Democracy and Olympics will survive and thrive in this century we live in now—the 21st.
Wednesday, September 5, 2018
How likely is it that a Catholic-born, born-again Christian good ole boy from Carolina would ever wander into such a grotto of overgrown Catholicism as this?
It did happen, today, in Barcelona. September 5, 2018.
Who’d’ve thunk it?
The Audioguide at Sagrada Familia Basilica requested that the listening visitor enter with respect.
Respect for what?
The incredibly modern-artistic classic-fantastic ecclesiastic structure devoted to Christ and the Holy Family—Joseph and Mary—from which Jesus Yeshua HaMeschiah immaculate-conceptionally came?
Yes. As a Christian I entered respectfully, along with, presumably, all the other thousands of gawking, phone-clicking touristas and believers who darkened the door of Sagrada Familia Basilica today in Barcelona.
Respect for the Christ child who had been born to Mary back in the day of the Incarnation of the Word-made-Flesh person of Jesus Christ?
Yes, I entered respectfully.
Respect for the traditions of the the Catholic Church?
Not so much, having rejected that tradition in my born-again youth. Nevertheless, who am I, as a born-again child of God, to judge the spiritual legitimacy of this high-church, pope-revering institutional “etched in stone” architectural representation— possibly even faith-enhancing experience— of deep religious faith that I encounter and enter into here?
Gosh, guys, thanks for letting us in here. What a cool building!
Meanwhile, back at the Cross. . .
Yep. I know that part. He died for my sins. Let’s not forget.
And of course, ascended into heaven and sits at the right hand of the Father.
Yep, we can agree on that part. You gotta believe it.
That’s the real clincher anyway, don’t ya think? The real tie-breaker.
I mean, who else in the history of the human race has made that claim and gotten away with it?
Like I said, you gotta believe.
And I, like, think I’m finding some common ground here.
Belief in the Resurrected Son of God.
Pretty amazing idea, really, if you think about it. You’d have to be crazy or Catholic or Christian to believe it.
And here you have it—“etched in stone” as the Audioguide lady voice says it . . .the story of how it happened that the Son of God Son of Man was crucified and then raised from the dead.
King of Soul
Sunday, August 26, 2018
Seems like folks these days are gettin all wound up about politics and stupid stuff like that. Democrats v. Republicans. Progressives v. Conservatives. Extremists v. Moderates, blah blah blah.
And to make it worse, with the intensifying effects of cellphones and pads and pods and whatnot and so-called social media blather, what we are barreling toward is a vast dumbing-down, barbarizing of all public discourse.
What was called debate in earlier times now has degenerated to knee-jerk bluster hubris yada yada blahblah hatred the-loudest-loudmouth-wins trouble.
People take sides on every little controversy that rears its ugly little head in the public domain. Seems to me more like, as William Faulkner or William Shakespeare might have called it, sound and fury signifying nothing.
My studies of human history indicate some recurring characteristics of the tactics employed by extremist diehard yahoos: Such people want to push public discourse farther and farther toward extremist tactics so they can impose their great radical-fringe remedies on the rest of us who want only to live in peace and security with a little justice, mercy and neighborly good will toward our fellow-man thrown in.
I was born in the middle of the 20th-century, 1951. Looking back on all that happened during that century, I’ve noticed a few alarming things, such as:
The two worst 20th-century assholes who ever came along the pike and pretended to be great leaders—Hitler and Stalin—both of them manipulated evolving political institutions, and the idiot people within them— to make a grand bloody mess of their two nations and the whole damn world at large.
Both dictators, Hitler and Stalin, were idealogues. Historians call Hitler a Nazi, which is a type of Fascist. They call Stalin a Communist.
What’s more important, however, in the historical classification game is this:
Both Hitler and Stalin were mass-murderers. They did not do justice to the people they claimed to govern.
This factual identification is more important than the ideological label by which each of these two demagogues manipulated their bloody way into absolute power.
And they weren’t the only ones. In the 20th-century, there were others: Pol Pot, Idi Amin. Some would say Mao. And onn a small scale. . . Jim Jones, Charles Manson?
This scenario to which I make reference— this human behavior attribute of folks being swept up into murderous behavior by a maniacal leader driven by ideological or religious frenzy that results in mass murder—it could be right around a historical corner now.
If people do not allow the practice of mercy, decency, compassion, reason— and most of all forgiveness— to overpower imminent institutionalized manipulations of bloody power-mongers, then we’ll have another terrible round of mass murder on this planet.
Religion (old-school) and Ideology (new school) are both, when carried to extremes, cut from the same extremist cloth, and can drive people to endorse mass murder.
Don’t go there.
Ideology is a big circle. On one half of the circle is the arc of conservatism, which in its extremism leads to fascism; on the other half is the arc progressivism, which in its extremism leads to communism. They both start their movements at the top of the circle going in opposite directions. But at the bottom where they collide, we find extremism so lethal that it requires mass-murder as a so-called final solution.
You know what I’m talking about: “Somebody needs to kill them bastards!”
Religion, same thing. “Somebody needs to kill them _____” (fill in the blank)
Which is why we must harken to the greatest clarion call of all, the one spoken by the man from Galilee who stood on a mountainside and taught us:
“Whatever you would want done to you—do that for everybody else.”
This is the most important principle of all. Far greater than communism or fascism, far more effectual than Democratic or Republican power-mongering, far more spiritually effective that the Church or the Caliphate.
Peace on this planet ultimately comes down to what people are willing to do--or refuse to do-- to each other in the name of _______.
You fill in the blank.
King of Soul