Life in a small town, Pen as Sword - Social Commentary, The Inner Struggle

Why Do We Choose Confrontation…

“Waiting For the Night To Fall”, Casting Crowns

A pervasive part of our modern English culture, our progressive society, is the theme of confrontation. Confrontation and conflict, compulsionexploitation and coercion .  Conflict enters when the victims of compulsion reject what is happening and attempt to turn the tables on the exploiters, usually without success.

Without success because the oppressor is usually the heavy  hand of the state or state sponsored or assisted multinational corporations in all their myriad manifestations and incarnations, the uncivil servant, the pompous bureaucrat (government or corporate) inflated with his or her own self importance and smug immunity from prosecution or accountability. As I wrote last year about: The time will inevitably come  Hmmm …

Everywhere and every when … We choose to antagonize and confront instead of thinking first “how will this impact those around us?”.  But we don’t think first, do we?  We never seem to ask “How can I make this better or easier or less stressful?”  We just cruise along dropping bombs and strafing everything that responds.  This is what produces so much of the “suffering” I was alluding to in the last post.

It is sunny and cold (+3) here again but the high winds which have been making life in Fort McMurray hell have finally abated around here. Folks here are seeding like crazy, everyone is so busy that the town is like a ghost town. But if we don’t get rain we will be in big trouble in a month or so. But, been here before – probably when we finally have our rain it will be just a month too late to save the crops and then we will get hail to wipe out everything that’s left. I wouldn’t be a farmer for anything. In Ottawa some 22,000 folks took part in the Canadian Right to Life march on Parliament hill. Is that a good number? Will it make any difference in this nation of progressives? Only God knows … literally.

Listening to this:  Thinking about life out here, sipping a strong coffee and preparing to open the store for another day of business. We have good days and bad but we soldier on and get it done. The circus with getting my B-I-L onto a program for the handicapped has finally wound down as after 18 and a half months of non-stop pushing the string we finally have him accepted into a program for mentally handicapped folks who are unemployable.

It’s really a kind of a miracle that a province like Alberta has a long established program like AISH. Who knows how long it will last under the New Democratic Peoples party.  Again I wonder just how do handicapped people without an ardent, energetic, advocate get help. The system is sure stacked against them even though it allegedly exists only to help them.

My cynical, uncharitable side thinks that our government programs exist to provide work for the unemployable parasites who form the bulk of our government employee population, a safe union crowd who always vote left and can be relied upon to faithfully implement what ever their masters command, but that can’t be right can it? Really, on closer examination it seems that the bleeding edge service folks are all doing their best to make the system work for the “clients” but one can only do so much.

If programs are crippled by the removal of key personnel without whom assessments or approval cannot move forward is that called doing one’s best for victims? If paperwork languishes in a variety of inbox’s for months because the employee for that desk is on leave of absence or limited work hours as part of a “program” for re-entering the “workforce” is the effect on the suffering victims ever considered in the compassionate world of caring for the unionized government “worker”? One dare not complain  lest one’s file fall to the bottom of the glacial pile, or worse, “gets lost”.

At what level of the food chain do budgetary considerations trump service? When a keystone position, without which person the  assessments and approval of eligibility for programs cannot move forward, is left vacant it essentially stops the entire program in it’s tracks. When the position remains vacant for months or years because the senior managers wish to save the money for that PE, and the no-longer flowing benefits, to use for other “more important” things it leads one to question the purpose of the programs.

At what point does “just doing one’s job” slide into active obstruction of an established program’s intent and spirit? Is anyone doing anything wrong? Is anyone responsible for the misery incurred by potential candidates, and their families,who cannot get a service or program to which they are entitled and for which they fully qualify?  For want of a nail, and all that. What is the intent of those who set up this situation?  I know for sure that if it was a business it would have gone tits-up early on.

How does one observe these sorts of goings on with compassion? Compassion for the poor victims, Compassion for the poor bureaucrats? And these are the folks who will be responsible for implementing our brand new, “Death with Dignity”, made in Canada, Euthanasia program. In another universe folks die because of this sort of cluster. In Canada it is an official program.

“The Banks Of Green Willow”, Vaughan-Williams: “The London Symphony Orchestra & Richard Hickox”, 2001

Bad DayA Bad Day. Crash on Deck on HMCS Fraser, Eastlant deployment, 1972. No life like it.

We almost got run down by a Dutch AOR, the HNLMS Zuiderkruis,  one dark night on that exercise. Or maybe that was in 75 … it all kinda blurs together these days. It was over 40 years ago after all.HNLMS_Zuiderkruis_A_832

We were close enough to see the welds on her hull plating. Close call that, If the OOW wasn’t a fast thinker she would have sunk us and sent all 150 of us to the bottom, and maybe herself as well in the resultant firestorm of exploding Jet-B and munitions.  I wonder if it would have even made the front page? All classified don’tcha know.

Now wouldn’t that have been fun. If the collision didn’t kill us, trying to swim home from the eastern North Atlantic probably would have. Kinda cold out there and not many cabs. I was a rescue swimmer but a thousand miles is a bit of a stretch for even the best swimmers.

I often use the above images to remind me of what a Bad Day REALLY is all about.  Not the wimpy little crisis we usually see that turn everyone into whining wingers, and wouldn’t even happen if folks were less confrontational and more charitable.  Just accept the suffering Joe, fighting against it only makes it a hundred times worse. Maybe I am getting old … old sailors never die and all that, but I do get tired of the hammerheads occasionally. More compassion Joe, more compassion, judge not and all that.

Even though I weary of the struggle at times, and sometimes get discouraged, things are really pretty good here for all of us, all things considered, even the fact that I am coming up to 64, considering my high risk lifestyle, is a blessing, or perhaps even a miracle. I think I probably owe my guardian angel a few beer when I get to heaven, if they have beer in heaven and if angels drink. (and if I get to heaven of course).




coptic-desertAlways remember, “Be charitable in your judgements, and never take yourself too seriously”