One World Order

There is one thing I know for sure concerning American media.  Media in America has become a broad term in recent years, and perhaps we have lost focus.  Media in American history encompasses many grassroots, holistic, and therapeutic cultural habits which are entrenched in the souls of older folks.  There was a time when media in American history was part of everyday life, but in ways very different from staring at a computer screen and receiving immediate gratification from "Likes."  Media in American history was based upon human interaction in physiological form, not through cyberspace.  It was based upon the sweat and blood of Americans cranking through life everyday, overcoming obstacles, and searching for dreams.  Life in America back in the day was about us.  It was a time before wealthy, privileged, and lazy glass ceiling children controlled our lives with the swipe of a magic wand.  The "Hippie" movement was visceral, reactionary, and activist although fueled by mind altering drugs.  Then like now it was necessary to see American reality through a buffer.  Sadly our environment and planet have become so polluted we are having difficulty recovering from our bacchanals.  People all around me are dying from the long term and consequent effects of tobacco, alcohol, and drug use.  We no longer can self-medicate ourselves into a useful and functional state.  Instead we are being murdered by our own devices.  The environment, our food chain, and our psychological health are tainted with the remnants of corporate America.  We no longer consume quality products, we die at the behest of their production.  Surrounding me are the byproducts of the production of rubber, vegetable oils, polyester resin, and ammonia products for refrigeration.  Chemours regularly has been spewing harmful toxins into our air and water, which yet has been mitigated.  I am one to complain, because when I asked a local nurse why she moved to Fayetteville, she replied that where she was from it was saturated in foggy industrial waste.  I remember driving through this area of West Virginia, up on the interstate bridges that traversed the smoking stacks of manufacturing.  With that in mind the air quality of Fayetteville sublimely and covertly has become laced with carcinogens.  Just the allergens alone are enough to cause our local population grief.  Having worked on cruise ships for over a decade, I became accustomed to clean air.  Imagine that.  Clean air in the metallic confines of a floating hotel.  I never realized that the trees in the woods around me were laced with pollen, and that keeping that pollen out of your home was a necessity.  Now I have realized the importance of the cleanliness of your living space.  We have upgraded, but it is a work in progress.  HVAC technology has far lagged behind other internet-based technologies.  We are so concerned with controlling our homes with our phones, we have forgotten what is in them.  What kind of filtration systems do we have?  Is our air fresh and clean?  Is our system efficient enough to removed the harmful carbon dioxide we produce as human beings?  We are primitive and perhaps living outside in the bush is more healthy than our homes.  A friend of mine was candid enough to express that he felt the millennial generation wore no rose colored glasses.  They have come to expect crushing debt, long hours, and low wages.  Still I remember a better time in America, a time when labor unions formed and demanded it.  They created our middle class, an order which demanded a quality lifestyle in return for their hours of labor building American products.  Now our products are produced in China for a fraction of our labor costs.  The middle class has disappeared, and we have become a third world country.  I for one am tired of being shat on (using a slang term and a dangling preposition.)  We are shat on everyday by the American military as their jets fly over our homes spewing chemical trails and and I'll bet other things.  Why does that one particular jet make his approach turn directly over my house I've often wondered.  When I try to communicate with the pilot using a traditional S-O-S patterns of of light he flies right by.  Not interested.  It is amazing to me that these businesses dominate the dynamic of Fayetteville life.  CSX is their vehicle.  They and the United States Army dictate what is happening in Fayetteville at any given time.  Even if you have no interest in soldiering, hearing 50 caliber machine guns, and having your walls rattle from exploding shells, we have no choice but to acknowledge.  You can't ignore war, and you can't ignore the preparation for war.  It only is about war, and not getting your dick shot off.  That means a lifestyle that is drastically different than the non-military.  I have no interest in being a soldier, and I will not waste time thinking about ensuing battle.  I would rather create and work on things that promote a healthy Christian life.  It is amazing how much control the world has over us.