Children are the Future
[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
This is about children. That’s right: children. Think: your own children. Then your children’s children. Generations of children. Good? Bad? Indifferent? I’m willing to bet it’s all good. Children, wow, a totally sacred concept. How we love children. Children, after all, are the future.
Commonly said, commonly believed, and just as commonly misunderstood: “children are the future.” Can anything more ignorant, more stupid, have ever been thought up? Children are the future?
Children are not the future, they are the helpless inheritors of our legacy of a tortured world. In straight talk: *we are our children’s future* What we do now is what determines our children’s future. We pollute the planet, it’s our children who will have to deal with it and die on it. We demonstrate truly bad examples of stewardship; of racism; of war-mongering; of class distinction; of gender inequality; of abuse; of love of violence and it’s the children who will be ground up into that pattern; who will suffer and die because of it. Not us, them. Our thoughts, ideas, words and acts totally determine their future.
Let’s repeat it again: *we are the children’s future.*
Everyday we deliberately contribute to the murder *yes, murder, pure and simple* of tens of thousands of children because their deaths equal monetary profits, political power and sexual pleasure to our elites which in turn provide us with the little tidbits of luxuries we so enjoy: fast foods, overpriced sports events, 3-D movies, parties, make-overs, trips, gambling, cars, fashionable clothes, hobbies. We know how sick and morally depraved these thieving elites are and we possess the collective power to end their rule but we choose not to, mostly out of apathy but also because it would be rather inconvenient. So they keep murdering children in our name and we say, well, it’s sad but necessary. It’s not our fault they are born in the “wrong” part of the world, is it?
Certainly for those innocent murdered children, we are all their future could have been because after giving them a promise of life we stole it from them to offer their little bodies on the luxury altars of the gods of money, political power and religious expediency. We are definitely the future because we, not the children, determine in which direction it is going to go, and what it is going to do to the planet and it’s life on the way there. Since we don’t allow children to have decision-making power then that leaves us as the responsible party for the state of civilization and guilty of mass murder on a daily basis.
So, let’s stop parroting Matrix mission statements to hide our social, political, economic and religious crimes. Let’s stop saying “children are the future” while doing everything in our power to use, abuse and kill them off… or apathetically brushing off their cries for some sort of life; some sort of “future.”
I am tired of man’s bullshit. I’ve spent most of this life of seventy years watching. Sometimes even engaging man’s ways if only to assure myself that none of them are actually worth a damn. While I’ve been watching, I’ve been learning. Figuring out ways to beat man’s house of cards. I have been very politically incorrect: I have dared criticize, not only the management of the house but the habits of those who play in it. Consequently I haven’t made many friends in the house and I prefer it that way.
I learned this: as a collective, people are gamblers. They don’t try to avoid the house, or better, to bring it down; they try to find a game in the house that pays higher dividends, either in this life or in the one to come. They choose a church to worship in; a corporation to invest in; a bank to hold the pay for five minutes; a charge card company to be an accountant for endless bills; a town to live in that has a hockey or football team; a boat to fish from; a truck to drive up and down the street in and make as much noise as possible; a trophy somebody to snag in a marriage of convenience or necessity.
Then the gamblers fully expect those choices to work out despite billions having already made similar choices that at best earned a break-even point, at worst saw them on the street or dead. And who knows about eternal life? That’s just another con, another crap shoot. Where’s the upside?
When we play by the rules of the Matrix, the house always wins. Of course. If the house lost, there wouldn’t be any house, would there, because unlike us, the house is incapable of producing anything worth anything. Everything the house is, is what it steals from us when we play, and the game is rigged so we must play and on the long run, lose. The corollary is obvious: if the house always wins, we must always lose. Simple math. Of course we can choose not to play by the rules, in which case we’ll be in jail or bankrupt, sooner or later. But the house doesn’t go to jail and never goes bankrupt because the house makes the rules and the house can always take more from the players: it owns the players.
That’s how it actually works. That’s man’s “present” to his children’s future. Imagine how grateful the children and grand children will be when they discover the kind of future they’ve been given; when they stand starving and crying on the shores of a dead ocean among the dead bodies of gannets, dolphins and their own siblings and the sand sifting through their emaciated fingers leaves burn marks.
I wouldn’t expect them to erect statues to their parentage.