Whenever one reaches a point where the present or near future offers little solace, and the pulls of doing are outweighed by the tugs of remembrance, there, at that moment, lay the pang of longing for what was. One knows this feeling (and thinking) a great deal more than is healthy, or helpful, as of late
“....watched horseracing with Ed Connaughton at 4:40pm on Channel 26 out of Chicago”
WOW, that’s a blast from the past. A buddy and I used to watch that growing up. The off beat UHF channels. We would keep “score” in our spiral notebook ledger with our accounts. All imaginary winnings and losses. We soon realized we were not going to be making easy money playing the ponies. But I did try my hand in person later at Sportsman’s and Hawthorn and being struck by the cast of characters at the track. Everything now seems to be so sanitized and fake. A sort of artificial reality seems to permeate everything everywhere. Kind of disappointing how it has all turned out. I won’t even fly my American flag from my house nowadays. I used to be proud to be an American, I’m even a vet, but not today. I truly do feel disoriented being out and about amongst the inhabitants of this strange land called America today. I guess a government doesn’t make a country, that a people do. But damn if we are not some sort of screwed up motley collection of misfits ruining the joint.
The hardest thing for the psyche to confront is the admission that it has been fooled. Far more comfort is derived from surrendering to falsehoods than in dealing with the discord that comes with chaotic epiphany. But those that can break through become committed warriors (think Leo 2.0).
Thankfully (and ironically) we have an increasingly reckless ruling class that is helping more and more ostriches see the light. Now it is a race against time to turn the tide before it's too late.
“....watched horseracing with Ed Connaughton at 4:40pm on Channel 26 out of Chicago”
WOW, that’s a blast from the past. A buddy and I used to watch that growing up. The off beat UHF channels. We would keep “score” in our spiral notebook ledger with our accounts. All imaginary winnings and losses. We soon realized we were not going to be making easy money playing the ponies. But I did try my hand in person later at Sportsman’s and Hawthorn and being struck by the cast of characters at the track. Everything now seems to be so sanitized and fake. A sort of artificial reality seems to permeate everything everywhere. Kind of disappointing how it has all turned out. I won’t even fly my American flag from my house nowadays. I used to be proud to be an American, I’m even a vet, but not today. I truly do feel disoriented being out and about amongst the inhabitants of this strange land called America today. I guess a government doesn’t make a country, that a people do. But damn if we are not some sort of screwed up motley collection of misfits ruining the joint.
The hardest thing for the psyche to confront is the admission that it has been fooled. Far more comfort is derived from surrendering to falsehoods than in dealing with the discord that comes with chaotic epiphany. But those that can break through become committed warriors (think Leo 2.0).
Thankfully (and ironically) we have an increasingly reckless ruling class that is helping more and more ostriches see the light. Now it is a race against time to turn the tide before it's too late.