Today’s Ponder Point . . . . .
Who do we turn to for answers? Zuckerberg and Musk? Such a thought can only make us vomit with laughter. They are the worst polluters in human history. Worse than any chemical plant ever. You and your children cannot breathe the air or swim in the waters of our culture without breathing in the toxic particulates and stinking effluvia that belch and pour unchecked from their companies into the currents of the human world. - Stephen Fry
The Human Hum . . . . .
“Pity the nation whose breath is money
And sleeps the sleep of the too well fed . . . Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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The Political Part . . . . .
How long, until the realization that the economic model used in most of the world for the past century no longer functions. I realize that solutions are not easy, but the real problem is that no one is even seriously looking for solutions.
When the top 1% control 99%, and that same first 1% hold all the political power, there is no actual hope for change. The consequences will be severe, and the consequences have already begun in many nations throughout the world.
Artificial Intelligence and robotics, which could offer potential solutions and propagate new models of equality and economic reformation, should not be left in the hands of this all arrogant, all powerful, greed infested 1%.
The Update on R G . . . . .
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Mantler’s Shack - a novel by R G Schmidt - is in publication and scheduled for launch in December 2025. Pre order directly from the author.
The Poetry Piece . . . . .
one of the classics of hope, from Poetic Expanse - A Compilation Vol 1 . . .
My Dark Ages
005.01
My dark-ages seem to know, that fortification time has come.
And still in iniquity things can grow,
That people may let go,
And that in a despairing time,
a seed has come to be implanted.
The gate has become slanted,
for escape.
My dark-ages, but a shadow now,
following close behind
and to remind,
That if we let life linger to long in a clouded state,
and are content to tingle in a crowd,
forget to love, or walk to proud,
We will cursorily crack and conclude.
I love more brightly now, whole and sincerely.
I live more lightly now, fresh and honestly.
I age more sightly now, free and gracefully.
I am touched, so rightly now, entirely.
My dark-ages satisfied now, cool, stern, content,
I am a judge, a pallbearer, an owl, a scent,
Uninfluenced, by my leisure
or by my displeasure.
And I am awakened daily,
knowing the power of the light,
And working blithely,
to keep those dark-ages evermore in sight.
and a bonus piece to tussle with . . . . .