A regressive progressive society.

First thing is first, I hate blogging. I enjoy reading other people's blogs, but I don't particularily revel in writing. Whatever small input you do see is largely the intrinsic need for me to observe the appalling outlets of society/man/event or something that compells emotion - sentimental or egregious. That observation is translated into motivation to write. If continiuity were to abhold its definition, then the general tone of this blog will be just that: continuous bullshit.

A young girl, perhaps just shy of six, had her interest piqued at a valentine balloon that lay largely ignored in the corner of the shop (Radioshack in case you are wondering). I couldn't help but noticing how fixated this young girl had become at such a miniscule object; moreso because of how minute it was in scale with the numerous items that adults love to browse around. It wasn't long before she prompted to ask her mother this:

-Mom, is that how real hearts are? (points in the direction of the balloon)
-No sweety they aren't.
Clearly perturbed by this answer she tugs her mom's shirt harder.
-What is it sweety?
-Why are they like that? (referring to the "heart-shaped" balloon)
-Because they are meant to look pretty.

I don't know if it was the nonchalance of the clearly idiotic mom, or perhaps it was the bewildered, confused look of a highly intelligent girl; but I was intensely nonplussed at this. No, not exactly nonplussed - but more accurately, distressed. It brings me to deep compassion and empathy when I see children express thoughts which are so pure, so unadulterated, so simple and so pristine. There wasn't a shred of any sort of bias or inclination. It was a perception without blemish; a child's observation that a heart-shaped balloon wasn't a reflection of reality. The response of her mother; the unequivocal, absolute nature of it, obviously distressed the girl. She was perhaps in pursuit of absolution then the shallow conclusion she had to contend with.

You may wonder why such a trivial, abrupt event compelled me to right all this bullshit. It wasn't the fucking balloon, nor was it the mom. Rather it was the response of the girl to a sudden lose of clarity. Heart - not real? Why - doesn't matter, looks pretty doesn't it? Wait, what about what is factual and what is farcical? The heart pleases the external stimuli, why care?

Two things: we as a collective society have lost our clarity of thought. Second, we have been largely apathetic to grave realities due to a phenemenon I liken to systematic desenstisization.
We embrace ideals which are more appealing to our stimuli without having the courage to embrace the reality of those ideals.

The recent dilemma which is plagueing American thought (of course notice how events on a far broader scale have gone unnoticed) is the Schiavo Case. One school of thought is advocating pro-life, the other is soldiering the "Right-to-Die". Its absolutely shameful to call myself a human being and I'm using this event (mind you there are billions of other isolated events, but since this one dominates the airwaves, I have used this for simplicities sake) to illustrate how corrupted our inner thoughts have become with pre-conceived notions and ideals which can be terminated with compassionate objectivity.

The same side (GOP conservative side) which strongly supports the Death Penalty and the obstructionistic, sovereign Foreign Agenda (in which human life holds no precedent over power under banners of fear of oppression) is suddenly voicing how life is divine and sacred. These are the same lobbiest who condone the horrific military expansionism that kills numbers of innocents.

The other side (so called liberal Democrats) which vehemently voiced out the flaws of judicial and federal courts in aims of curbing the Death Penalty, are strongly supporting the right for Terry to die; citing that the counter-argument is not consistent with the judicial laws that are in place in Florida.

Hypocrisy much?

This of course is a reflection of how human beings perceive issues by in large. They are dissolved into disconnected thoughts and flawed logic. From the calamity of the Iraqi War, to the forgotten plights of the victims of the Tsunami; from the hunger afflicted by an innocent child in the middle of Africa, to the food you and I waste every night because we throw a "hissy fit".

Which brings me to my second and final point: who gives a fuck? I mean, lets for argument's sake assume that whatever is happening in the world has a remote effect on a clear-minded invididual. What is the outcome? After a few troubled nights, the apathy of progressive society dictates that we are to forget about it and move on.

Based on simple laws of Physics; every action must have an equal and opposite action. The progression of society demands a regression in fundamentals of man into a bewilderend, unintelligle flock of sheep.

What makes us so impotent? Is it lack of passion, lack of leadership, a shortened attention span?

Why do fucking Indian movies have more of an affect on people then real life adversities?