My mother told me this when I was a boy. I guess we still have time to straighten out those little chores in our lives that need to be tidied up. One of them is to get with the program and continue to develop more efficient forms of power transduction to further enhance our beingness.
I've often wondered how a couple of bicycle mechanics had enough left over in their cookie jars after running a business, to help start the aerospace industry by having enough money and time to dedicate to their passion and hobby. Did they get mega bonuses from their corporation because they'd outsourced manufacturing to some developing nation? Were they bailed out by the FED because they were too big to fail because the first attempts at flight were costly failures? Were there surreptitious connections to some kind of illicit cabal of international criminals bankrolling the R & D through Swiss banks and offshore accounts? Were Wilbur and Orville practicing obtuse occult rituals, which put them in contact with some sort of superior intelligence that they channeled for the benefit of humanity?
I think it's obvious that the answer is
no to all four of these outlandish questions. The simple answer is that they lived in the America that
was the greatest nation on earth. There was no privatized central bank. There was no income tax and the US still had the largest navy in the world. The US stayed out of foreign affairs and the free market much as possible. Bank runs and dips in the economy lasted only a few years because money was actually made of gold and silver, so banks had to mind their ethical obligations to their depositors or they'd go under. The stock market was a form of wagering parlor that only the "well to do" could play in. Churches, Synagogs and Temples provided the needed welfare for the impoverished and they were not restricted in the types of information that they dispersed to their congregations due to contractual obligations as "non-profit corporations" with the federal government. The Wright brothers, and any one else who could afford it, could own a cannon,
Gatling gun, or
M1895 Colt-Browning. There were no "drug laws," per se, so whatever you wanted was available at the local apothecary or traveling medicine show. The general, universal rule in the marketplace was
caveat emptor. It was a time when merit, diligence, and creativity pushed the envelope of progress. Insurance and investing were for the rich and the rise of the "middle class" was exploding after the civil war because opportunities were unfettered and unregulated. One did not need a "license" to do something; just skills, creativity, resources, and effort. Leaders were somewhat irrelevant to the organic progress made by the public.
Maybe that's what the Mayan's were
really trying to say: stateism doesn't work. It eventually gets too expensive to support and the returns on the investment (time, energy, and faith) exponentially diminish. The one's at the top just keep needing more, and then that's not enough, so they justify tyranny and austerity until the whole thing goes back to ruins. At least the old fashioned pharonic morons left piles of gold and silver in their tombs to be redistributed later in an organic way. The modern pharonic morons will only leave behind piles of papers filled with the signatures of their fellow megalomaniacs. What if we all withdrew consent and support? I'm sure the urbanites, with no real survival skills, would be the first to cave. Kind of hard to grow your own in a concrete jungle and eventually all the cats, dogs, and pigeons would be eaten up. Maybe it's time to
ignore the narcissistic psychopaths who are never wrong and have to always be the boss. If all they are worth is PR photo ops and ribbon cutting ceremonies, why do we need them? They're all cut from the same (b)ilk of cloth and never really come up with anything creative or innovative on their own. So what are we getting for our loyal compliance? Same old schtick for a new bunch of brains, which is why we need to question
the whole idea of snivilization as we know it.
Let's do some reading from these authors who see reality in their own ways:
Suppressed Science
"Hey Wilbur! Build it and I'll fly it!"
