The unruly young student first claimed a place over in the corner of the room. Teacher tried to get him to sit down, then moved him around a few times, then stood next to him for proximity control.
He took over the classroom.
They called in the Principal. The Principal scolded, chastised, and made threats of expulsion. None of it worked. He just took over the school.
Barack Obama is President. Now what’s he going to do?
I have two blogs. No big surpise, and perhaps it doesn’t matter at all.
The other is kept at www.onioncap.com.
Just so you know.
In spite of the establishment’s best efforts, Obama has claimed the room. In a couple weeks we will elect him President, thank goodness. And as we all sigh a sigh of relief that we have made it through this knot hole, we will in the next moment gasp at what lies on the other side.
The global economy is about to collapse into a smoldering ruin, with masses of newly informed but desperately poor people swarming at the barricades, looking for a job, a handout, a way in. Why should we have more than them?
Obama will find himself on the global stage – in the front of the room – with but a few moments to speak before the din begins again. If he taps the chaos just right, new forms will begin to coalesce. He will succeed in this, and what once seemed like a formless morass of need will begin to transform into new forms.
The noisy kid at the back of the room had a point, and he made it so well, and with such vigor and authority, that he got more votes than the School Marm. We chose him to run the class from now on!
But now we have a class that has gone completely out of control. We need to get organized. The administration will most certainly get organized. They will claim that they are the adults and this class clown has simply taken over temporarily. Sanity will resume now, please. Vote McCain and give the adults a chance to get things back in order, they will say.
But…
Go Barak.
I am here to tell you, and it is not rocket science (although I do know a rocket scientist in case you need one), Barak will win.
We are in a new world.
This weekend I witnessed a thousand people in a room have a meeting. I was in the room, but hovered above the meeting like a ghost. Watching.
I had things to do, which I did. But mostly I talked to people in the room having the meeting. I talked with them about the meeting they were having. I knew why they were having it and had intimate knowledge of the things they discussed. I sat at a table watching. I stood in the back watching. I was asked my opinion and commented upon it, but mostly I just watched.
I will do that this summer at a meeting where ten thousand people will decide things. They’ll be in a room together, with microphones and channels of communication. And they’ll debate and discuss and talk. And I will watch.
It’s like ancient Greece. The modern day teachers still preserve the traditions of ancient Greece.
I’ve traveled once around the sun since I was here last. A year ago I lost an election, a year ago I was a teacher, a year ago I lived in antoher place. Now, a new profession, a new home, and a new life. New friends, new interests, and a new perspective.
I have to be one of the most blessed people on the planet. But then again, it turns out we are all blessed. We just don’t know we are blessed until we wake up to it.
Thank you, life.
And of course, go Barak.
As I write, the Barakmobile and the Hillarynaut are battling it out in PA. What will be the result? Everyone sighs, and the whole fracking (yes, I watch BSG) spaceship, I mean planet, sees their fate played out in the American election, where many still think global warming is a misinformation conspiracy, and that evolution is a theory created to discredit the Christian god.
Nevertheless, Eckhart Tolle tells us we are awakening, in a heavy accent that reminds me of Colonel Clink.
I agree.
Go Barak.
The NY Times reported this week that we could be sucked into a black hole. Well, they didn’t really report that, but they did report on a lawsuit to stop a particle accelerator in Geneva that is about to become operational. The plaintiffs believe that the scientists resopsible have not done their research carefully and that they may be underestimating the risk that their project will spawn a black hole that will devour the earth, and possibly the entire universe.
That money you lost in the stock market? Won’t matter. Obama versus Hillary? Not to worry. You overdue mortgage payment? Who cares. This blog? Poof.
The election plods along, mired in racial innuendo and gender grievances that no longer matter, now that it is certain that our planet is hurtling toward disaster from overuse. We simply don’t recognize, yet, that the problems we face are so much bigger than we think they are.
With a Battle Star Gallactica marathon a couple nights ago as background, it came clear to me, after listening to Barak’s speech on Race in America, that we are indeed living on a spaceship, with several billion occupants, screaming through space around a gentle and steady star, our air and water increasingly fouled by our primitive technology of waste.
And what we are worried about is oil, religion, and race. What would we do if the toasters showed up suddenly?
Go Barak.
You maybe heard it in the speech he made when Iowa chose him, but this music video pretty much gets it. Watch this, and then decide.