The Media
We don’t have peace because the simple truth is that we consume each other in times of peace.
If it’s not an atrocity wearing down your compassion to the point of fatigue so they can launch another; it’s millionaire and billionaire indentured servants preaching freedom from their multi million dollar palaces, with contract obligations. Their puppet masters decide who’s popular, who’s relevant, who’s ‘Safe.’ Dozens of self proclaimed prophets selling a dream they killed. They paid for it on the backs of nurses, construction workers, firefighters.
They birthed the term ‘CNN effect’ on blood mixing with the sands of Africa.
The enlightened selling the sleeping their dreams, instead of gifting them a revolution. They’ll sow discourse, because you’ll click the headline.
The journalist might care, but their boss doesn’t. The movie star might too but probably just wants your attention to get the next role. The pop star might too, but probably just wants you to stroke their ego.
You ignore headlines about the successful mother of three, disregarding her miracles. The recovering addict who rebuilt the relationships with their family. Don’t look at that homeless person, they’re a reminder of the nail that sticks up from the floor, and what happens when you don’t fall in line—and why they won’t fix it…when they could.
The truth, is that judging the sins of the rich, and turning a blind eye to love feeds the cycle.
Don’t consume, let them die. Don’t listen, let them scream. Don’t accept doing nothing as an answer. They’re letting the vicious ones loose in the herd.
Rage, rise up.
Who gives a fuck what a pop singer says. 10% of 100 million still leaves 90 million.
What is enough for you would break them.
They’ll make it look good, but don’t listen, they stopped being relatable when they tucked their millions in the crawl spaces of four different mansions, in their stock portfolios, or the trunks of 12 cars…the pockets of their overlords.
It’s not altruism, it’s just a good mask.
Never forget, that everyone of them swore if they made it, they’d give all away.
That’s the point.
That’s the show. Wake up.
Your watching the left hand while the right blows up a school. While the third and the fourth employs surveillance. While the fifth and sixth steal your children in the night and ship them halfway around the world before breakfast to some island. I get it the dream feels safe. It feels peaceful-ish. They can’t fight all of us. They can’t put you back to sleep.
Just wake-up.
They can start wars, not end them. They can expose but not fix. Only love can do that.