A National Disaster

On Tuesday night, I had a dream. 

I was playing with my son in front of our house when we heard a noise in the sky. We looked up to see an airplane spiraling out of the sky like a coekscrew, crashing with a loud, fiery bang somewhere over the horizon. 

As we have family traveling to see us, you can imagine my distress at this dream. Thank God for the Internet. 

A quick search revealed this interesting interpretation: 

Watching a plane crash: A sense of emergency; feeling you are aware of an important social or national event.

I woke up to the news that Alton Stirling had been shot by the police in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. 

The next day, Philando Castile was shot by the police in Falcon Heights, Minnesota. 

The day after that, seven police officers were injured and five killed during a protest against police violence in Dallas. 

Yeah, I was freaked out. 

Cops shooting blacks. Blacks shooting cops. Everybody at each other’s throats while the powers-that-be, who seem to be stoking things, offer no solutions. 

What can we do about our poor country?

I don’t know “The Answer.” But I do know a few things:

It sounds simplistic to say that we need to keep our heads and realize that most people don’t hate each other, but that’s the truth. 

If you really want to be a rebel, don’t get angry and hateful in the wake of all the anger and hatred swirling around you.

This is a good country filled with good people. Most of the people you meet, no matter their color, are good and decent. Don’t forget this. 

At the risk of sounding kooky, there are powerful forces with a vested interest in getting you upset and making you despair. They want us divided and distracted so they can grab power while we’re not looking. 

Don’t let them. 

I’m not black. I know I have no idea what the black American experience is like. But that doesn’t mean I can’t sympathize with what they’re going through and try to work towards solutions to their problems. Because their problems are our problems. Black Americans are Americans, and more than that, they are  my fellow human beings. Of course I care, even if some of them hate me anyway. 


I don’t know what it’s like to be a cop either, but in my experience most of them are good men and women doing s really tough job the best they can. 

Maybe everybody’s wrong here. 

Pray, meditate, read, sit and think, spend time with family and friends, do whatever it takes not to become bitter and angry. 

Keep living your life the way YOU want to live it. 

Stay informed, but don’t let the news, which is propaganda, control your thoughts and your emotions. 

Ask yourself: “Who benefits from me being angry and afraid?”

If you’re going to get mad, get mad at the people who actually pulled the trigger. 

If you’re going to get mad, get mad at the people doing this to us, the people who seem to be promoting this violence, or at the very least doing nothing to stop it. 

Words don’t have the magic power to change reality, but they can inspire people to do horrible things.

But please, don’t buy into the ideas of collective guilt and punishment. Those forces have done more harm over the course of human history than perhaps any other. 

Remember: The elites fear a united America. Let’s make them afraid for a change. 

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2 thoughts on “A National Disaster

  1. One of the tricks, that which makes unity so difficult, is our acceptance that love, peace, and this or that cause or slogan will be the difference maker. Unity requires a cox and a rowing team committed to the cause of winning. Unfortunately, we cannot agree at any one given time or at at least for long, who should be in the boat, how to effectively row, and who indeed is the cox. Well the cox is actually our maker and beyond all that is required is an effort to listen and try.

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    1. The Daytime Renegade says:

      Well-said Bonsai. We tend to listen to the voices of division down here instead of the one that can truly help. The anger and division feels so good…that’s the problem. But it’s a drug that will kill you in the end.

      I predict dark times for this country. There is a powerful strain of evil that affects people of all color and background. Dangerous times are here.


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