God's Rant #959 - Tiny Caskets
by God
I do like human children. Their size, energy, inquisitive minds, ability to learn, and general helpless squeakiness, make the cute little germ factories a favorite among the multiverse. Babies, toddlers, and assorted other young ones who live in galaxies far far away do not have the same adorable feeble friendliness that begs for so much attentive loving care. Have you spent any time with a young one from planet Silentium-BQ? Oy vey. They don't speak, poop, or make a sound for the first 100 years. Some of my poker buddies think that's a delight.
Life and death is something I know a little bit about. I've been meandering through the Great Space for a long time. If you have paid attention, in the blip of the moment you've been here, then you know, I know about life and death. Although, it's clear to the rest of us who enjoy dancing the String Theory Tango and who have traveled extensively through the Great Space, human attention span is shorter than the dying breaths of a small Nova. So you may be clueless. But let's assume you are an exception whose attention span at least equals the time it takes to boil a stiff egg. Then you know, I know about life, death, and the sad state of societal inequities humans have created for themselves, which too often hasten the death of those who least expect their sudden end.
I also know there are plenty of smug science skeptics and smug dogmatic autocrats, who try to affect civil social change for the better. It is as if humans try to out-smug each other. If the do-gooders only knew how difficult it is to create lasting changes when your mug is full of smug.
I was there one quiet evening, where I sat on the salty pebbled shoreline of the Yām HaMāvet, when Life asked Death, "Why does everyone love me and hate you?” Clearly, a leading question. Not everyone loves life. But most humans are at least willing to pretend their life is worthwhile. They've mastered fake smiles and gratuitous apologies, and are taught they are uniquely special. So, Death looked deep into the conflicted brown, blue, green, and red eyes of Life and replied, "Because you, Life, are a beautiful lie, and I am the ugly truth."
I should mention there are a few exceptional humans who are devoid of smuggy sanctimonious discourse; who know how to authentically and effectively communicate - who also understand that Death makes a fair point.
Throughout the life and death process, most humans claim they want to be united. They claim they want to be together. One world. One big happy family. United we stand! United States! United Arab Emirates. United Kingdom. European Union. Americans United. United Way. United Nations! Ever since that Big Bang, humans have been unconsciously wanting to reunite with their DNA, now scattered throughout the Great Space.
The reality is, humans will forever struggle with efforts to be united, and still stumble into Malthusian's Trap and other self-imposed obstacles. Aside from how to manage a severe grudge, or what humans dismiss as "mental illness", their ability to unite is extraordinarily clannish, with one notable exception. Humans know how to unite murderers. In America, many humans still hold a strong belief that the Second Amendment relies first on the uninfringed right of the people to bear arms necessary to kill, maim, and hurt other humans.
I don't usually get involved in the minutia of human affairs, so kindly indulge my short, moral declamatory rant. This is less than a "three minute egg" read. My poker buddies are waiting for my next play. I hold a pair of aces and eights. Think I'll raise.
The Americans know there can be no militia without armed people. The sequence of events that need to occur for a human government to create a militia is as follows: First, codify in writing, the right to create a militia. [For the uninformed Earthly population, please see Article 1, Section 8, Clauses 15 and 16 of the United States Constitution]; Second, ratify the Second Amendment, "A well-regulated militia . . ." yada yada yada . . .; Third, get equipped people who will join the militia; Fourth, manage the militia.
At the signing of the United States Constitution, the equipped people who were necessary for an effective militia were humans from villages, cities, and the countryside who typically brought their own weapons to the militia.
The Second Amendment is quite capable of uniting murderers, killers, indiscriminate death purveyors, and a majority of politicians who enjoy what they claim the Second Amendment provides -- easy, unimpeded access to weapons of their choice.
And, voilà! The weapons manufacturers and others who lack the courage to display genuine integrity and who apparently need guns for profits and a sense of safety, thank the Lord that their rights are "God given."
Well, I call bullshit.
Human political posturing and woeful wrangling must be put aside to end the tragic tiny casket syndrome in America. Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. understood this well when he eulogized the children lying in their tiny caskets after the bombing of the 16th Street Baptist Church in 1963. He said,
These children -- unoffending, innocent, and beautiful -- were the victims of one of the most vicious and tragic crimes ever perpetrated against humanity. And yet they died nobly. They are the martyred heroines of a holy crusade for freedom and human dignity. And so this afternoon in a real sense they have something to say to each of us in their death. They have something to say to every minister of the gospel who has remained silent behind the safe security of stained-glass windows. They have something to say to every politician who has fed his constituents with the stale bread of hatred and the spoiled meat of racism. They have something to say to a federal government that has compromised with the undemocratic practices of southern Dixiecrats and the blatant hypocrisy of right-wing northern Republicans. They have something to say to every Negro who has passively accepted the evil system of segregation and who has stood on the sidelines in a mighty struggle for justice. They say to each of us, black and white alike, that we must substitute courage for caution. They say to us that we must be concerned not merely about who murdered them, but about the system, the way of life, the philosophy which produced the murderers. Their death says to us that we must work passionately and unrelentingly for the realization of the American dream.
From their tiny caskets, children beg adults to listen, see, and act. From their tiny caskets, children know the only answer to end the epidemic of tiny caskets is through mindful human understanding and willful binding agreements. You may have been taught and still believe that "thoughts and prayers" help. That phrase serves to numb motivation and helps keep the human lawmakers unaccountable.
Meanwhile, those who mindlessly spew "thoughts and prayers" feel as if they have consoled the loved ones of those in tiny caskets. They have not. So, the mass killings of human young ones continue at an incredibly alarming rate. Killing each other for inexplicable reasons has become so pathetically prevalent that a six year old child shot his first grade teacher after he learned to mimic the unhinged adults who kill.
The most violent year in American schools was 2022. 2023 is on pace to surpass that shameful record. The unprecedented rise in child and teen firearm deaths reflects the overall increase in gun deaths in America according to your own Pew Research.
The profiteering purveyors of firearms used to kill children and others now say, "We need more guns!" "Let's arm teachers!" That is as insane as solving the drunk driver problem by adding more drunk drivers to the road.
"Hey hey ho ho, the NRA has got to go" were chants shouted by young ones who marched in the streets of Nashville after a mass shooting on March 27, 2023, including the slaughter of children, at a private American parochial school where people go to worship me. Did you know? Guns are banned at the NRA Leadership Forum.
The late Chief Justice, Warren Burger, said of the Second Amendment, "one of the greatest pieces of fraud, I repeat the word fraud, on the American public by special interest groups that I have ever seen in my lifetime.”
I am only one small insignificant god who is outraged that humans can not do better. I am disappointed in the culture that perpetuates the need for so many tiny caskets. I can assure you that planet Earth will not be accepted into the Greater Interverse Amici Amoris Mutuum Beneficium Society until you have eliminated the desire to kill each other. My dearly departed Granmama God was fond of saying, "All it takes is one bad leader to ruin it for the rest of us."
We all know, humans have some positive redeeming traits, but are widely known to be quitters, liars, and deal breakers. Ask the Native Americans. Look at how many laws there are with regard to religion despite the First Amendment declaring, "Congress shall make no law respecting the establishment of religion." Look at what American humans declared in the Declaration of Independence, "... certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness." American humans do not really mean Life is an unalienable right. The cosmos knows, and you should too, there is no life, no liberty, and no way to pursue happiness, from inside a tiny casket. Complacency kills.
There are many reasons I don't beam by planet Earth more often. But one reason at the top of the list is the narcissism of petty disagreements that make for the most repetitive, dryasdust, and deadly kind of societal group think. Do-gooders can not even agree on what is good. Humans yearn to be offended. Earth -- One small planet of indig-nations. And, your Global and Local Leaders who use fear and force as a means to their end, do not care enough to take action on things that matter. When it comes to caring -- enough is not enough. Want an investment tip from God? Tiny caskets.
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