The Piece of Mindful blog is in a state of transition … this format has been sent off to some local WordPress guys for a workover, and is in beta stage. In the end, if all goes according to plan, a trip here will offer one of several choices … the four authors who currently write here, or the various menus on the side. There will be some glitches … all photos used in the past will revert to a standard size, but with minimal effort we can fix that.
The object is to get away from the one-headline-per-day format. I write more often than the others, and so this blog seems to be me me me. I don’t like that. Tyrone, Steve and Maarten each have their own outlooks and voices. They each have their own set of … I don’t like this word but will use it anyway … followers. Our readers tend towards being a herd of cats more than anything.
But you get the idea … people who like Tyrone and his acerbic wit and keen insight will be able to click on his corner and find all he has posted here … this seems to be a hitch right now with the WordPress guys, but it will be fixed. It will be a format in which new writers will not be drowned out, and will each have their own platform. I will just sit back and enjoy the work that flows through here, chipping in now and then but taking time to work on larger projects, which is what I most enjoy.
I await the “Marketing Type Guys”, the name chosen by the computer affeciandos who are situated right here in our little mountain community.
That aside, and unrelated, I just returned from a trip to the northwest to visit relatives, and before I venture into what might appear negative, I want to mention how pleased I am with my children and their spouses. They are solid people with good parenting skills. Each of them married a worthy spouse, and they are all thriving. It is so comforting to watch them patiently spend time with their kids, foregoing the pleasures of youth and buckling down for the important stuff, raising kids. They are serious people, and I take not so much pride as comfort in watching them get on with the business of adulthood. The grandkids are in good hands.
The only negative is not about them. They are like almost everyone in this regard. They seem to be caught up in the flow of tragic events. I could not help but notice a negative backdrop, as if they presume to be the last generation before cataclysm. The planet is going to hell. It is a universal sentiment, and wrong. The planet is in flux, a constant state, and will continue to change, but will not self-immolate. Humans will adapt and survive far into the foreseeable future and beyond.
As I like to say, sit back and relax and get ready to enjoy Canadian wine.
Further, the “me too” psyop that followed the Harvey Weinstein hoax appears to have hit its mark … universal victimhood. Women are victims of men rather than active participants in life. Sure there is some grabbing and groping, often inappropriate but not devastating to the human psyche. Women know that men watch them, want them, and they like it that way. Their job appears to be allurement and enticement, allowing them to pick and choose which advances they will entertain and which not. They don’t actively seek male attention. Like men, they like fantasy but then step back before fingers get burned.
They don’t have to seek attention. They only need to manage it. It might be a game of dare, but it is one that almost everyone plays, even in the retirement homes. It makes life so much more enjoyable.
The pedophilia and rape regimes that have been the focus of news are fake … but I emphasize again that pedophiles and rapists are real. Murder is real, and happens every day, but for purposes of agitprop is blown out of proportion into fake mass shooting events, and prior to that fake serial killers. The same applies to pedophilia and rape … these things are real, so always watch your back. But for agitation purposes they are waaaay overblown.
The object appears to be that constant state of tension we feel all about us. Pessimism about the future and fear about the present … this seems the norm. It is no way to live. It is what the overlords want, as it keeps us distracted and prevents us from engaging our brains. I am not the first to notice that these hoax mass shootings easily fall apart on close examination. I also notice that very few people seem capable of exercising the critical judgment necessary to do that examination.
So the message here is optimism. Life is as good as we want to make it. It offers a thousand ways to be happy, and an equal number if paths towards pessimism, anger, and agitation. It is a choice. It is within our power to be happy, or not.