Now swirling around in my brain, whether or not it is in the left or right hemisphere are numerous and diverse verbal images that should not have to permeate on a daily basis, my very existence.
Though I go onto Facebook now and again and read the posts that my diligent friends seem enamored with, I do not participate in making some erroneous remarks. The reason, besides being a social media stairway to buffoonery, most of my comments would be, at least on Facebook, counter productive, since a lot of those posts boast no new knowledge or create real thinking moments.
I am happy that on Veteran's Day, that my family, at least on the East Coast, being engulfed with members that have served in the military, deem it necessary, like so many others into reveling and being thankful, for one reason or another for every member who has served. Though as I sit here and type, I do wonder why there is a constant outcry to go to war, when there are Wars to be fought at home, and it is not those wars that involve weapons but rather community involvement.
If that same support were given to each community from those so inclined to support the military, into figuring out how to solve the lack of mental health, employing people in decent and fairly paying jobs and honing in on education, taking care of the elderly and teaching a growing population of parents how to raise and discipline their kids into being socially aware, respectful of others and not spend so much time, as I write this serendipitously, on the monitor exploring whatever it is that they indulge themselves in.
As far as replicas of automatic weapons, and kids in neighborhoods carrying them around, there are so many factors that create situations that don't need to exist. One, manufacturers that make them should maybe reconsider their relationships on the profit motives. Two, parents who allow their kids to acquire these replicas should be aware of the area that they live in, demographically speaking, when their kids are parading them in public for whatever reasons, and to make sure their kids are not going to end up putting themselves in harms way to achieve some type of fantasy of war games or confrontational situations.
Though culturally children or teens playing violent video games in the United States often are more violent than those in other countries that involve themselves in the same entertainment. It seems that social interaction declines with more and more time spent in these forms of entertainment, creating a false sense of reality and when it is carried into the outside real world, tends to activate public concern and discourse. Though to this date of writing it doesn't seem to have activated social or public change, since it seems as these type of dysfunctional displays continue to occur.
It is true in these calamities it is going to take a village to make the changes that are necessary to put a dent into these debacles. The parents, the law enforcement, the school system, societal norms cannot keep pointing the finger at one another, rather they all must come together to form a commitment to solutions to each and every installment of these fervent events trying to bring attention to either income inequality, mental health issues, equality of gender issues, bullying or trying to stop people from voting by making new laws that make it harder for certain demographical segments of the populations from doing just that.
Though I live in my own little world, trying hard to not to participate in these community diatribes, because they do occur in my immediate surroundings, I am guilty as anyone else of not wanting to become involved. I do my best not to let whatever it is I am concerned with to get out of hand, so I will not become one of those diatribes that become the talk of the town. I do tend to take the time to write diatribes, since it seems these posts are not being shared with the public, or on numerous occasions I send positive vibes, in different colors and musical adaptations to help people think out their own mindful thoughts to help save the community when it is necessary.
Now, the reason that this menagerie of thought patterns has occurred is because I wanted some rain to come into my immediate vicinity. I feel as if spiritual change comes about when we gather inside listening to the rain pitter patter on the roof, and sit around a warm fire, contemplating the peacefulness of existence.
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