Tag Archives: life

What they Don’t Tell You

©2016 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee  

 It's a good thing you dropped into reality, Alice                                                           What they don't tell you, Alice...

 

Uninformed? What They Don't Tell You

Do you ever get the feeling you are going through life  uninformed?  Playing catch-up? Suffering from a lack of information?  The remediation for being left in the dark   and  discerning what they don't tell you (for whatever reason)—should be quite simple.  Clarify known  facts. Recognize and classify  observable anomalies and contradictions. Develop alternative models , including  an understanding of all relevant facts within reason. Question everything —as advised by Albert Einstein, then draw conclusions and re-question both the effectiveness of the deductive process and the value of the answer.  Repeat as necessary...yada yada.  Simple? No.

We wish it was simple to accurately discern and discover what they don't tell you,  but logic suggests deeper issues may be involved;  seemingly insignificant but nagging  little white lies of convenience, half-truths,  secrets,  and  fast-growing deceptions...all  of which may be selective wool drawn over your eyes, manipulation, coverups,  or attempts at avoidance meant to interfere with progress or mess with your mind.

The Path to Discovery

The path to discovery and enlightenment may be long and arduous  enough on the straight and narrow, but with adequate dilly-dallying  it seems  wide, wandering and easy  paths  more closely describe the typical status quo.  What they don't tell you  is that even  otherwise intelligent, resourceful people meander, glance this way and that, accepting,  adding and even promoting fanciful,  constructs of their own in their sketchy attempts to relay information to you, the lost.

A simpler approach  should be: Ask. Discover. Use logic.   Deduce.  Listen to honest folks only. Follow the straight path to discovery. Truth is just around the corner behind the white picket fence.   Let us try, but, alas...gaze down the rabbit-hole, Alice.

Wishes, Lies

With  a bird's-eye view  you now optimistically  dream up the right question.   Do facts line up within logic? Was the apparent response honest, or  clearly suspect?  If so, ask againCreative liars and miscreants and crooked politicians become nervous when questioned.  Complex webs of creative lies may have already been  proffered in a state of panic—a moth-eaten blanket full of holes,  further details of deception essential to hide the truth.   'What they don't tell you'  may soon become an inescapable quagmire of perpetuated  lies and distorted facts. Not simple to  remember or escape from, 'half-truths' become essential prompts.

Half-truths:  A plague

Interestingly, half-truths, political correctness and  'what they don't tell you'  are all signature fallout from the  modern  degradation of honesty.  Our  compromised,  deceptive but slick world suggests ' a plague of half-truths' and practiced political correct euphemisms are now more acceptable  than truth, as long as  feel-good 'success', status and wealth are achieved.  Half-truths are  manipulative  tools,  twisted fact, deception with  intent,  and imagined, childish  justification —the means to any devious agenda and further decay.  

Revelations of societal decay should not surprise;    traditional values are ignored; sterling values are increasingly seldom taught, are even less frequently practiced, and now, upon occasion, may no longer even be expected by anyone.

In an observable, vicious cycle, offspring  quickly learn  lessons of instantaneous gratification as opposed to being carefully required to observe, learn and understand values.  What have they not been told?    The young may not have been advised  that learning,  morals,  hard work, independent thought, charity, understanding and tolerance are essential.  Blind acquiescence to  the media, corporate power, greed,  and the dark side of human nature with  instant gratification are default lessons—at any cost.

What they don't tell you   is that  we have willfully failed to stem the flow of genuine humanity, wisdom and civility from our veins. We are complicit as we cheer and  emulate the 1% and somehow vote for  future generations of devious feel-good social manipulators, even the corrupt. In the media, we  listen spellbound to insatiable,  greedy, thoughtless, powerful, destructive,  and short-sighted ideologues posing as potential leaders.  What they don't tell you is changing everything for their benefit.

Perfection?

As we know , perfection  in humanity is not possible, nor is it simple.  We get that.   But why? What they don't tell you, Alice...may also be the ultimate answer you seek...

Is it any surprise  they don't tell you to think for yourself?

#

Is that Incoming I hear?

Posted in Civilization, Ethics, Humanity, Life, Reflections, The Human Mind, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Voter Boy

©2015 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee   [caption id="attachment_1363" align="alignnone" width="768"]The Peaceable Kingdom Edward Hicks The Peaceable Kingdom (Edward Hicks)[/caption]  

Voter Boy*

 

When I was a boy I wanted to vote;

Why, I did not know;

I went to political rallies next door;  an old schoolhouse;

It was the thing to do,

With farmers,  mechanics,   curious, mothers with babies,  families,  neighbours,

Other kids like me, watching, open-eyed,

Watched with eagle eyes by mothers and old ladies, grandmothers knitting mitts;

When I was a boy I paid attention, and listened, carefully,

Words of hope, eyes wide open, pie in sky,

And the people went mad with delight, strangely entertained by signs,

By strangers with lying lips

Clapping and cheering for sweating,  fat and slippery Soap-Box  Stumpers,

With bold offers of  Utopian life, promises ever savoury,  bright tin badges;

Grits and Tories all,  entertaining hallowed promises of prosperity, jobs and happiness.

When I was a boy, I wanted to vote, and too soon it came;

I became a voter boy,

I heard men make promises they would not keep, turned cold.

When I became a voter boy,

I heard Stumpers Red and Blue speak the same liberal language of convenience.

When I became a voter boy,  I watched lies, deception, and hearts pricked;

Bleeding trust profusely;

Pondered memories of unanswered questions from the past,

The stumping sweat of fear, shifty eyes, embarrassed silence;

Scandal, delusion, willful deception,

Echoes of clapping, entertaining fools drifting home

With egg salad on face,  furrowed brow,  darkness of heart, lies remembered;

When I became a voter boy, I discovered disillusion,  — yes,

—But also how  to think

For myself.

#

 

*Voter  boy I was, —and I still vote today--but sadly, in decades, nothing much has observably changed in  Canada-  as we participate in the 2015 Federal Election, strangely, and predictably, with high expectations. 


Is that Incoming I hear?

 
Posted in Civilization, Poetry, Politics, Reflections, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment