August 9, 2014
This morning, I did something I rarely do on blog post day. After reading some of the morning news, I went out into the garden. While it was still in shade from the walnut tree, while the grass and straw were still wet from the showers we had this week, while it was still cool and damp and “newer” than the garden I’d walked in yesterday morning, I made the conscious decision not to break down and cry over the increasing insanity of the wider world in which the garden and I both exist.
Then, I picked the handful of ripe cherry tomatoes and checked the status of the larger Arkansas Travelers and Rutgers. Despite the similarity to that watched pot that never boils, they are slowly ripening. And I found two, perhaps three, tiny new squash budding out from previously unnoticed squash blossoms. I noted that the potato plants are beginning, one stem at a time, to wilt and turn brown, that the pepper plant and the okra plant have not yet given up on themselves and wondered how long I would have to get the little barrier (the parts of which I now have ready to staple together) put up around the broccoli and cabbage I just planted.
As the sun rose above the walnut tree and the shade crept back toward its roots, I decided I’d better go back to my desk and get busy pulling together the disparate parts of today’s post and checking out the rest of the news.
That news, of course, is pretty uniformly bad news – at least for most of us mere mortals here and around the world, though I’m sure the elite think they have everything under control.
Russia still refuses to bow the knee to its Imperial betters and their vassal states in the EU (would you prefer the term, “client” states?) despite being battered with both increased propaganda and sanctions over the MAL 17 incident – for which we have supplied not one shred of real evidence that the Russians had anything to do with it. Now, Russia is apparently ready to begin some sanctions of its own. I assume their Imperial betters and said vassal states will not take this well and the race to bigger and better measures will begin.
Israel and Hamas have declined to take advantage of extending the cease fire and trying to work something out that would actually benefit both sides and have returned to their lopsided war. Although Israel may fool itself that it is otherwise, it is, in fact, one of the vassal states of this declining Empire, too. Not a promising long-term position to be in, I fear.
The Ebola outbreak has spread to another African country and, if news reports are correct, to Saudi Arabia, now reporting one case of its own. And the Empire, in its infinite wisdom (or perhaps, its infinite hubris) has brought two of its American victims, working among the Ebola patients in Africa, home to its humanitarian bosom. The CDC assures us they can handle it. No problem. Of course, this is the same CDC that left vials of small pox forgotten in a closet for fifty years. And there are those “humanitarian” cases – the military and the big pharmaceutical companies – who could both make a killing (literally, in the case of the military) off of weaponized Ebola or vaccines from blood samples undoubtedly drawn from the two cases before they received the experimental serum treatments.
And along with the 800 military “advisors” we’ve sent to gather intel and protect our embassies in Iraq, we are back to running bombing raids there – for humanitarian purposes only. Absolutely no combat troops, EVER, we’re assured, (while the neo-cons in Congress clamor for more “robust” action). Haven’t we seen this movie before?
I do wish I could trust the Imperial government, its military, it “free market” corporations, its military-industrial complex, its concern for all its “client” states. But. I. Do. Not.
In my 70+ years, I’ve heard it all before – the propaganda, the obfuscations, the lies. The realities underlying them do not end well. Our economy is like the sputtering old car engine that will surely turn over and take off with the next turn of the ignition key. Our muscle-bound military hasn’t had a clear-cut win in nearly seven decades. Big oil is in debt up to its eyeballs; big corporations, dependent on buy-outs and buy-ups, are fleeing the declining Empire like rats fleeing a sinking ship. Our infrastructure is in disrepair and many of our cities are simply treading water until they drown in their own debt.
We have stripped the earth of its resources, polluted our air and water, altered our weather patterns and the overall climate of the globe in our lust for global hegemony – political, financial and military.
As maintaining it becomes ever more expensive, the declining Empire is in retreat. The world knows it; our vassal states know it (even if they dare not admit it.) We would know it, too, if we listened past the obfuscations and asked the difficult questions that are outside our comfort zones.
I spend a lot of time working in the garden, finding ways to cut back on energy, learning new ways to make do. Whether any of this will help me survive the coming realities, I don’t know. All I do know is that, in those early morning hours, before the sun fully rises and the shade retreats, it beats the heck out of breaking down and crying.