Joshua Minton's Online Pulpit : What Will Happen When Poor People Can No Longer Afford to Drive and the United States Collapses Under the Weight of Its Own Militaristic Insanity?

What Will Happen When Poor People Can No Longer Afford to Drive and the United States Collapses Under the Weight of Its Own Militaristic Insanity?

There is a major detour on a main road near my home and as a result, I have had to find an alternate route. I’ve tried several but yesterday I took a road I hadn’t yet taken. It is a windy road that runs through some truly beautiful country. Columbus, Ohio has some simple and gorgeous land, central in the state buttressed between the Alleghenies to the east and the rolling prairies in the west. The people here are both complex and simple, many park their cars on the street and fill their garages with power tools and workbenches, radios blaring at 11:00 PM on worknights, drinking beer from tallboy cans and pissing in the bushes rather than going inside.

We are simple people and like anyone when we get pushed, we tend to push back. But how do you push back against a government who rolls over you and ignores you like it wasn’t the common man’s name on the tag stuck to the paper that the Declaration of Independence and the United States Constitution were wrapped in?

How do you push back against a President who refuses to listen to the people who put him in office when the majority of their voices are screaming for temperance and extrication from a lose-lose situation?

How do you push back against an energy industry which on the consumer-end is very likely conspiring to extract money from people who don’t have it to give it to those who don’t need it. When oil executives get enough in an annual bonus to buy a small island while the common man has to forgoe the summer vacation because gasoline is too expensive then its time for the hell hounds of justice to run lose upon the land.

Jim Morrison once said that when a king’s true killer is allowed to go free, a thousand magicians spring up across the land. So, excuse me while I put on my wizard’s robes. The insanity of a lifestyle based on war and resulting in needless human suffering and further war is the worldview of the infantile insane.

We may cling to the hope that enough small bubbles of compassion will periodically cling themselves to strung out moments in time to carry our pitiful species across the evolutionary divide but hope of that magnitude is still a microscopic smear on the slide of reason which says All signs point to No…

And long after the last dried up parcel of carbonated remains is sucked from the deserts and mantle of this third planet and abandoned cars become graveyards of long lost routine; this blog will have no power to run it and there may be no minds left human enough to read it with the eyes of the heart. But it is molten in me that these words hang in the ether of our collective mind like a floating net of hope that says without equivocation that there will be a day when each bullet fired on a battlefield becomes a curse against god and that poetry will be the only weapons of prayer needed to connect us with one another again.

Each moment offers us a way out and a way into the prison cell of the dark heart of man. Choice is the key and the choice can only be found in this moment. It is here.

It is here.

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