"...NEVER underestimate your power"

This is a powerful piece indeed. Reading it feels like sweet relief after what happened to me today. I was accosted by several men in suits as I went about town to run errands. Twice, it was a group of two or three men in suits, nearly knocking me off my feet, and not even offering so much as quick word of apology. On the second occasion, I had my grocery bags in hand, and two executive men steamrolled me, basically. 'Just a poor woman with her groceries', they must have thought. I am a human being. You suits are no better than me, though many would agree you are a great deal worse, with your horrid, entitled attitudes. Your aggression and your money will not buy you any more years on this earth than myself or anyone else, for that matter. You may end up being buried in a fancier box than I, but still, dust will be dust. You are dying now. And so am I. The only difference is that you do not feel humbled in the face of the Great Leveler. Or perhaps you do, and your insecure and obnoxious behavior is proof of your feeble state of mind. To death then! I am not afraid, for I know my place. And that place is not in the miserable human pyramid scheme of things. It is only for the universal mind to know. And for that I am grateful. It's a lucky thing that humans are only in charge of their wretched lot on earth, or I truly would fear for all creation. To the author's comments in this article, I would add 'Never underestimate Chaos.' Along with death, it is the only assurance we have that all works out equal in the end.

Read it here. It is absolutely worth your time.

Staying to fight the good fight?

This has been such an exhaustingly long fight for me - the longest and most painful of my life. I'm sure it is for countless others as well. After all, how much steam can you really gather to fight that proverbial 'good fight' while you are living from paycheck to paycheck or worse, not quite sure where the next meal will come from? I know the simple answer, that we have to push on, because our surrender to despair is what the 1% are really counting on. And I still am carrying on in my usual, feisty manner, but that doesn't change the fact that it's a pretty huge strain on every part of my being.

I sometimes have more humorous thoughts, like imagining aliens coming down and abducting the so-called 99%, to leave the elite to battle it out and the CEOs, banksters and politicians to rape each other to death. I certainly like thinking of a certain ex manager in that situation, who hadn't even the courage to look me in the eye when he fired me. As he was indeed such a wuss, I never harbored any thoughts of threatening or torturing him myself. Who gets a thrill out of beating up a complete wimp? It would be a lot more fun watching his own kind do him in, in the same way a true, radical feminist would rather sit back and eat popcorn while being treated to the spectacle of a couple of alpha males shredding each other into so much fleshy spaghetti. And yes, I am also guilty of imagining the same alien abduction scenario for the beleaguered females of this sad, sad little planet. It's likely a very popular, secret fantasy of most oppressed persons, now I think of it.

But alas, no extraterrestrials are coming to the rescue. So the average person still must struggle on, fighting to be heard, with every fiber of his or her being. Thankfully, those at the top are also human (believe it or not) and even they cannot hope to be saved by their mega millions should a serious health issue crop up, for example. You can probably guess, from my current state of mind what my reaction is when one (or several) of them finally falls. Hey, I'm human too... If not for Schadenfreude, at least in this economy, despair truly would get the upper hand.