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Edited on Sun Dec-24-06 02:59 AM by Jeffersons Ghost
Some recent threads suggest posting media hype anywhere on a site that bears a name like Democratic Underground is equally “UNREAL” but not this one.
This thread is not another endeavor celebrating or berating clods that perch upon the summits of fame and stardom. Perhaps less-famous clods can also make valid observations and contribute to DU, in some small way.
Certainly, well-meaning reminders that present the importance of political sites focusing on life and death issues or lofty ideals, like freedom, shimmer in validity. Still, who can claim command over validity in such a sea of ideas, without capsizing their credibility?
Just as a migrating nose on brother Michael, triggers some people to talk, a subtle slip of his sister’s tit tempts other tongues to wag. Like any media, DU entices readers and writers with tantalizing tidbits of fame, competition or sexuality. Each thread here intertwines with others to spin primal pieces of patch-work into a vast on-line quilt of humanity. Over-analyzing a post or pointing out minor human failings, might offer momentary feelings of power but sinking to such depths sails the psyche into a stormy state.
Without weaving Freudian fabric too deeply into DU, succumbing to innate focus on the slightly-sexual allure of competition or momentary fame can create conflict as other members try to rise above basic cloddish impulses.
Perhaps the mammary mystique once surrounding Ms. Jackson fails to flash a psyche as hotly as the lasting consequences of occupying Iraq but light events and sensational headlines sooth the soul with sweet diversions that sing softer than waves rolling ashore.
Surely, some can rightly claim reports of a bare bosom bends public focus away from bringing back the bounty of freedom that our Founders put forth for future generations to suckle, while growing prosperous, without feeling the fangs of war tearing their families apart. Hopefully, others will still feel free to express shock, lust or disgust over rampant mistrust of posts that offer media diversions.
Unlike Ms. Jackson, baring my breast will not enhance fame and fortune but perhaps it will reveal what’s left of a heart.
After all, what difference will one bare breast make to future generations?
While launching a lengthy lecture on lactation, lacks legitimacy, let nothing in this post lead to a lie: Milk is a matter of life and death for billions of new-born babies.
In human terms, “billion” becomes a basic unit to describe all the other clods that tie interwoven populations of our species together into a Pangaea-like continent.
By comparison, nearly 3,000 deaths might pale before billions of clods begging to live but no clod is an island. Each of those deaths diminishes other clods, who will feel the loss, until they too wash into the sea of oblivion.
Tonight one clod cries because daddy can’t came home from Iraq for Christmas, while a tinnier clod dies alone in Africa, without ever tasting mother’s-milk. Perhaps some clods seem more important than others. Perhaps they are. Perhaps as some insignificant clod cries during birth, it brings joy to distant hearts that hope for only sustenance, peace and a chance for their tiny addition to share a wonderful gift with the Pangaea of Humanity.
From one distant clod to another, all I can offer is a deep desire that someone, maybe you, will hear a distant cry of renewal each day. Perhaps a tiny clod among billions will make JOY TO THE WORLD more than just a song, if we can find the time to dig through the breast-work of lies that isolates us on this remote, barren island.
Just as no one is an island and each tiny loss diminishes the Continent of Humanity, no sea is too deep to cross, as each wondrous birth regenerates us all. Admittedly it is the humblest gift any clod can offer but please know that it comes from the heart when I say, JOY TO THE WORLD my friends!
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