The Vilified Elite…Poodle
Want to understand what tore this country apart? The fate of the poodle is your fable.
Want to understand what tore this country apart? The fate of the poodle is your fable.
Would you rather be manipulated or punched in the gut?
I do not want to live like this anymore, scripted and tight and rigid.
Malls sold us canned fantasy. It could have been so different.
To new generations, the secrecy of the past is often baffling. A secret is a woman laced so tightly into her velvet gown that she cannot breathe or speak. We show up in jeans. Carl Jung called secrets “psychic poison”: they isolate the keeper of the secret, require lies, breed distrust, and become the unwanted inheritance of a generation bewildered by the need to keep them.
Finally, I confess...and realize what I have been missing.
“What we usually call anger is only what is left of its essence when we are overwhelmed by its accompanying vulnerability."
"You listen constantly, in a kind of trance, for communications from your body; it is as if you have become a medium, and your organs a company of fretful ghosts."
Names are significant for Elon Musk. And now, for all of us.
The gut is a place of confusion. And yet, it remains our best guide....
Hey, was that a police car honking in support? Mmm. Probably not.
But why is race the dividing line?