Let's say for a moment that the world is infiltrated by a rare form of mental health issues that cause people to misanalyse reality causing them to perceive threats where they do not exist. And then act on those threats, even verifying intel and data and events in a very uniquely and wrongly perceived way. For example, a simple tariff change between nations a set of people in one of the nations might interpret to mean hostile intentions. Let's say America adjusts its trading variables with Turkey and in so doing causes its currency to tremendously drop in value, causing an economic crisis to emerge across the ocean. Turkey has a huge issue, and other nations have to bail it out. Suddenly those nations have a dilemma, and are losing money. In comes the IMF, the EU, and all manner of politicking, and it's five years later and Turkey is barely recovering. This is not merely a possible scenario, it is perhaps why the Turkish president labeled America's recent acts as "economic war". And yet, nobody fired a weapon whatsoever. But let's go a bit deeper and say that all this happened long before and someone somewhere knows it and many other such plans. And lets say that long ago similar things happened between other nations and thus they interpreted a simple political change as the beginning steps of a war. And so instead of waiting for the monetary policy rules enforced by EU upon its members, they went into America and blew up a building or two so that their government would cease fire, so they would curb their non-violent aggression. Obviously these actors could not do these things politically for they do not operate on a governmental level. So like any average Joe, they bought a ticket, went into America, bought some supplies at a grocery store, and democratically voted for their people to leave their people alone. While America is dealing with explosions they are not focusing on tariffs are they? Or at least, those acts are delayed.
But let's say that the tiny change in economic variables long ago had nothing to do with what they believed would occur, but it was simply fueled by paranoia and fear. In fact, the current label of economic war by Erdogan may be just that - fear of admitting he is not running Turkey properly. I guess it can be sort of like me telling my wife that her new dress for our night out is not that appealing to me when in fact I am terrified that she looks so stunning that I will lose her to a better man. So in effect, I am labelling something a problem out of my own personal insecurities and paranoia. And yet, I'm not, for I have seen women stolen, sold, and laughing at smaller men. So in a way it is paranoia on my part, but also historically backed decision making. Women have left men for lesser things than size of muscle, and men have seduced wives for not even a nicer dress at a party. And women have stuck to men who were in wheelchairs despite million dollar offerings. All of these things have happened in marriages, as well as between nations, which are sort of like marriages. For you see international affairs are a nervous system event, and in so are a bit like a giant family negotiation about what vacation we all go on together. Are we as humans choosing a ten year vacation from heaven by waging global oil warfare? Or are we as a human family choosing a hundred year vacation of solar energy and cooperation? This is what we all as people are choosing. And in making those choices, it is important to know if my sister's gripe about "those rollercoasters suck, I don't want to go there, dad!" is the same gripe as Erdogan yelling "economic war" at Trump. Is she right? Is he right? Or is it just fear of a poor experience based on things they heard, things they saw, and things they were told? Is it based in reality? And how do we know, unless we are talking about the past or the present? For future can not be recorded, ever, and thus can not be analyzed. In fact every utterance of the word future is always a historical event, even now that you read it in this blog, it was written in the past. And while you can analyze how many times I wrote future, before I write the end of this blog you can not predict how many times I will formulate the letters f and u and t and u and r and some others into a word, nor could you have predicted I would not have spelled it properly in this document without making a grammatical mistake, could you?
Similar, mental health and terrorism are unpredictable events, as are wars. But global warming we all could have avoided. But not my sister yelling bitterly about that rollercoaster sucks. None of us knew she would yell and put up a tantrum about it - none of us knew, not even me, and I love coasters and I spent much time with her looking at photos all over the Internet long ago. And never did she yell that loudly. I think it has to do with all of us wanting a perfect experience, not a mediocre one. But friends, global warming is as far from a mediocre experience as we could have elected to have to endure. In my sister's world, that rollercoaster, which was a bad experience, meant long lines, even hour long lines, for a 35 second experience. She must have read that and I never did for after experiencing it and witnessing it, I can assure you I will never again wait in that line. I gave up over book chapter's worth of my life just to experiencing something wonderful for less than a minute. A proper life analogy would be my current position in life. I am forty years old, and have danced with a woman for a total of ten seconds. While it was magical, I would not have wanted to have taken even one breath of air if I knew ahead this was all the dancing I would have been privy to in Canada's anti-social culture disrespectful of us disabled men. While it's not my fault that I was born blind, it also is not the women's fault that they were raised with such bigotry in their hearts. So none of us are to blame for my ten seconds instead of ten years of dancing experiences. Similarly none of us are to blame for my sister being very miserable in that hour long line up at the rollercoaster. Sure she made the best of it by chatting, and so forth, but now if someone was choosing theme parks I would yell and not even go on any vacation that involved such line ups. Similarly, if I knew in the '80s and '90s that global warming with monsoon-style rains would be affecting Canada by 2015, and now 2018, and would ruin many wonderful summer days, making our climate like that of India, I, too, would have yelled, just not with words. And if destroying leaderships and buildings and books and cars was what it took, I think that would have been way better than tolerating rising coastlines, 60% destruction of the great barrier reef, and kilometer wide plastic islands in the middle of our oceans requiring GPS and satellites just for ships to avoid. But our leaders do not listen, and neither did my parents, and my sister made the best of things by laughing with me for an hour and a half. And now at forty, I am also making the best of y'alls decisions. I sit alone, writing music, and sometimes, when I'm really sad, I cry about all the nice experiences the rest of you deprived me of while giving each other what you all thought you were worthy of. You all partied, while I sat alone studying. My sister analyzed rollercoasters, while I did not. And similarly Erdogan knows what's best for Turkey and we do not. But Trump knows whats best for America, and we do not. And yet we all agree, global warming is terrible, but none of us did a thing against it. Not even Bill Nye. Those of us who could were prevented by those in power. Just like I could have danced in dark and moody clubs around Toronto, but as I have low vision, those of you with good eyes did not invite me, did not escort me along the dark streets, none of you made it accessible. And so I never found even one club. In fact, I don't even know and never have known even one club's name. Just like most of you that finished university do not know the names of more than one type of clouds in the sky. To most of you a cloud is a cloud. But there are over twenty words for snow in the Eskimo language, and over twenty words for each type of cloud formation. There are similarly names for winds, for trees, for grass blade shapes, for crystals and fractals, and for scales that I write music with. There are a thousand types of coding constructs yet all the browsers have even worse bugs than in the '90s when I began using them. There is a ton of options yet those in power refuse to use any of them. In fact, the new Microsoft Edge browser renders simple YouTube so poorly that I swear Netscape did it way better before it became Mozilla. For back then I didn't have to watch the webpage reassemble itself and reflow the text in real time five times in front of me as I was reading the second half of the first phrase of the blog post. All of this coupled together produced a simple fact. Most people using these tools and creating things with them seem to suffer from mental health problems.
Allow me to simplify it as this is very long already. Think in terms of blacksmiths whom forged swords for knights in medival times. If they learned from books their skill but had mental problems and did not know basic things, sure they would produce finest blades and the kings would be thrilled. But during warfare, these blades would be weak, would fall apart, and eventually those armies would fail. Nobody would know why for the blacksmith would assure all knights and kings that it was the best that was possible and their armies must have magic or some such power, other worldly source of metals unknown to their lands. For the blacksmith would have learned the art from the prior one and from scriptures, or books, and so obviously the blades would be just as strong as before, right? Wrong. But the kings since they believe blacksmith's word, would then fight wars other ways, and would use spies, and so on. Unfortunately by that time their kingdom would have been conquered, and all would be dead. You see with this example why global warming is a thing now? The people in power believed experts, too. Except if the people in power have mental illnesses, the chosen experts would also be ones with problems, as would the knights, but not the peasants. The peasants would know something's wrong with the kingdom and would learn the rules of the day and would conduct themselves as the sick masters demanded. But unlike the masters, knights, and swordsmiths, the peasants have freedom when not under the auspices of the leadership. Whereas the knights always have to obey the king's insane rules as does the blacksmith have to make what the queen even desires, the farmer must do what the land says to. And if the corn is not growing, it's not growing. One can not argue with earth. One can not argue with rain nor with pests. But how a sword is made, how the knights guard the castle, and how the queen behaves towards the king, all of that is individually decided upon and never guided by nature. Nothing on Earth dictates how a dance in a ballroom revolves around the night, but the dance does not happen if corn isn't safe during the day. So while the dancers can be mentally ill and behaving strangely, the farmer must know right from wrong at all times. Kings can be insane. Queen can be insane. Police in your cities can all be mental patients and not know it, as can psychiatrists. Political parties and even Erdogan can have analytical problems and make the worst decisions. The regimes of many nations can be run by lunatics, and even every last parliament member of Canada can be severely handicapped mentally and things would be exactly as they are. But those growing our food, if we are all still alive, would still know what and how the land works. The moment they forget or can't handle reality, is the very moment the rest of us all die. But if Justin Trudeau were to wage war with Quebec in the most violent way using Canadian Forces for a blood bath, we would all obey, march, and do as they demanded, while eating corn, of course. And then we'd say "it is what it is" while passing salt around the table. Never realizing it could have been a different table, and a different mood, and a different group even, but not a different corn nor a different salt. This is why Los Angeles burned in the '80s. This is why Vietnam war occurred. This is why 9/11 happened. And it's why unlike in the '90s we now have monsoons in Toronto. It is due to prevailing mental illness and not due to bad food. It has nothing to do with religion, orientation, genders, discrimination, favouritism, politics, and not even the slightest to do with technology. It has nothing to do with how violent my entertainment is, how violent my video games are, and absolutely nothing to do with how loud barking dogs are at night. Every bad thing in our lives is completely due to mental illnesses among our leadership, police, military, and those whom govern our lives day in and day out.
Whether you believe it or not, does not concern me. For they do not believe they are sick either. But just the other day, I was awoken at noon, by armed to the teeth Toronto cops who took me to some place, and kept me there for two weeks, and drugged me mercilessly while telling me it was for my benefit. And over there four white cops ended Rodney's life. And elsewhere police murdered American soldiers. And in some other place a type of people entered a building and were never seen, somewhere near China I think. And those people over there wiped out a city with a single tiny little piece of metal. And over there are people screaming while dogs are smashed by baseball bats. And over there is my sister yelling about roller coasters. And unlike in the '90s, now I hear people talking about "looking fresh for back to school" more times than a woman telling me I am loved. As if what I look like matters when it comes to reading books and learning about a hundred different names for rocks. Let's see, there's the ones in caves, what are they again, since you all finished schools and I failed high school, are they stalagmites? There's, umm, the entire rock cycle isn't there? You all finished universities and got Ph.D.s, this stuff should be easy for you, just like who is a terrorist, who is a patient and whom a doctor, right? You all know this stuff, right? You didn't just all pass your courses, forget everything a few months later, and simply relied on your hateful biases to judge others with your jobs, did you? Did you dear officers? You all must still remember how lava flows from grade nine the way I remember what you all did that summer, and that summer, and that...
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