WELCOME TO JACKSON COUNTY
WHERE THE NOMADIC SOCIOPOLITICAL -PHILOSOPHICAL MADMAN, DOUG JACKSON CONTINUES HIS ARGUMENT WITH THE UNIVERSE.
Suspended Time...
It is true that we live in an extremely violent universe wherever life is, but
with the awareness of consciousness we are in control of that violence, of how
and what we create. Primates had no
choice I suppose, neither did the mollusc, but when we develop a nuclear bomb
for territorial, political or economic dominance it disgusts me. As the bully on the playground so the
politician. They are no different,
suffering from insecurities. In this
stage of evolution it is certain that we are to fail. Continuing on this cycle, what’s next and how
long until we get there? I have not
given up on the human race, not in theory but without picturing the total
devastation that we are facing, soon enough, we are unable to see the big
picture. The voice speaks loudly: “WE
HAVE BEEN HERE SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME, get it through your head Jackson,
what now Jackson?”
I have no answer for
the voice and/or voices in my head but I do have a gripe to raise with the
powers that be. To the banks, the
corporations and insurance leeches, I spit on you. With the vile distaste that sits on the edge
of our tongues, I spit on you. For the
high-cost medicine, the houses that forgo foreclosure and to the billboards
that preach Jesus, up yours. More tea sir?
Up yours. I am more than tired in
dealing with a society of irrelevance.
Religious traditions are good for the children and idle minded, but what
of the evolutionist that resists to go away, shall I stand a constant
contradiction? I suppose so, otherwise
suicide would seem efficient, unless we are all on the clock for reason. As the star is dated with a time to
eventually die, as are we. To understand
why an eleven year old girl falls victim to a hit and run from a heroin addict
driving reckless pervades me. Faulted
society perhaps, or else the girl would have spent a minute extra looking for
her jacket and fate would have been different.
Why some live to ninety-years old and others are short-lived we will
never know, but as the universe spins, all have a time to go after fulfilling
their need. Unless life, all universes
included are random acts of selfishness and pointlessness. That of course is doubtful being that we are
in an infantile stage of evolution in relation to the universe.
What fuels these
feelings of depression? Failure perhaps,
or maybe it’s the constant lack of fulfillment in a world of chaos, greed and
selfishness. It’s no wonder that I feel out
of place: I am out of place and time.
Hate, sacrilege, pride, trampled pride and a paycheck enslave us. Where is the right in anything anymore? Give it 5 billion years and the universe
might collapse in on itself, freeze over, sitting still and motionless. What than?
What of the cars and jewelry, why not spoil oneself, one might ask. Why not?
Because people are starving, poor, unhealthy, children are being raped,
people fall victim to drug addiction and lethargy in regards to humanity. So, why not?
Because there is already too much at stake before evolution decides to
lose its patience with us. The earth is
already acting in proper fashion towards a much warranted disgust from
pollution and self-inflicted destruction.
...excerpts from:
The State of America, a Journal by Doug Jackson
"Resumes of broken objectives and subtle let downs conflict my essence of life. The cardboard was wet, the link was broken, none of my words made sense anymore. Who is this person in the mirror; Quadafi, Nixon, or a mere fruit fly?
The clowns portray a facade, as do we all. The extremes of hot and cold, the opposites of hard and soft become unbearable like the cigar that is burning my middle finger and thumb. With the burning now in my throat, I ask, Who is in charge?"
Monday, December 31, 2007
“God willing and Seven Hail Mary’s, in twenty-six days I will be back in
Thursday, November 27th, 2008
Doug Jackson, now...
