COSTUMES | 2005-11-13
One of my problems is that, inside my mind, I do not possess The Proper Respect.
My problem is that, again and again and agan, I have discovered that all the things I was supposed to repsect were NOTHING.
I don't mean good. I don't mean bad.
I mean NOTHING.
Psychiatry, I discovered, did NOTHING about mental illness. Every test showed that talk therapy had no effect whatsoever on the patient.
Not good. Not a Giant Conspiracy.
NOTHING.
I discovered that the Greatest Good my teacher-parents had assure me of, Education, meant NOTHING.
You need a degree to be accepted by the establishment, but nobody in the establishment could find out whether anybody had this EDUCATION except by the records.
The "education" itself means NOTHING.
Religions always say that their payoff is after death.
You can't argue with that. In fact, I respect that more than religions like Communism that insist that they pay off in THIS world.
I was always very tiresome in pointing monomaniaclly to the fact that every Communist state had to kill people who tried to escape from it.
The folks who got paid for it kept writing about how Communism was theologically or ideologically off base. I kept pointing to the machine guns they needed to keep people in.
Communism collapsed the minute the tanks stopped rolling. But the people who said it was ideologically or theocratically incorrect are the ones who are still getting paid.
I am told that if one wears a costume that says "Police" he should have a gun.
As soon as that was tested, with gun permits, it collapsed.
People who went through the clearance procedure to have their gun permitgs did far, far better with guns than the guys in the costumes.
As always, nobody noticed.
Protestant today insist that one have a theology degree.
But despite my official identity as a Catholic, aka, Eastern Rite, convert, I remain a real, out-of-date, old-fashioned Protestant.
I try to be respectful.
But somewhere in me, when I see grown man in a costume, whether he calls it a uniform or a casuble or a Pope's tiara, I see somebody who is being silly.]
Let me now explain that I wrote this in a comatose state, when I wasn't thinking right.
Grovel, grovel.