Why a Blog Pt2

Recently I was asked why writing this blog was so important to me. While attempting to frame my response in a manner that would make sense, I realized it was a form of stress management.

There exists a rare beast known as the free-thinker. In any community, they make up less than a percent or two at best and in some cases, they just don't live there anymore. The reasons for this are simple.

Ridicule, rage and isolation.

The free-thinker trends towards no beliefs at all. The community exists by virtue of commonalty. Ergo, you are one of us or you ain't. Get with the program. Here is what you need to do. We expect you to ... . Why do you have to be such a hard-head.

Each member of the community believes. No argument will counter the belief system in place. The free-thinker is marginalized. Each faces their own form of hell on earth.

Homo Sapiens is a herd animal. A few million generations of breeding only the successful variants has left us with the genetic propensity to herd up for survival and protection. Separate an individual from the herd and they become stressed.

Each stressed individual has some coping skills. Most are ineffective and the few remaining tricks trend towards marginal relief of the stress at best.

The herd has been conditioned to the belief that the free-thinker is violent by nature. In some respects, it would be easy to go along with the herd's analysis. We had the K.C. bomber, the Uni-bomber and countless fictional TV and movie characters presented to you this evening by "Flatus-be-Gone," for those times it just ain't cool to cut the cheese. Stay tuned for the news.

Only the free-thinker can keep fiction and non-fiction separate. The herd has no need to think. They have been conditioned from birth to respect authority. Listen to your betters. Because I said so!

The free-thinker is NOT violent. Huh!!! The free-thinker ... Wait a minute. I'm getting tired of typing the same term over and over again. So the new and improved term shall be FT. If you can't figure out that every FT means free-thinker, go away. You are too stupid to butter a piece of bread. And by the way, use birth control.

The FT knows that violence is completely ineffective unless you eliminate every idiot. The FT knows this is impossible and really, really stupid. Every FT realizes that the economy needs worker bees. Even the over-paid and over-compensated hub-cap installer is needed to keep the economic machine operating.

The FT recognizes the right to think and respects it. They aren't foolish enough to presume that the right means actual thinking. The mastery of any subject demands practicing until it becomes part of the individuals nature. We, collectively, have failed to make thinking a need. Our social structure permits, no encourages compliance without question. For the FT, this demonstration of worker bee-ness is frustrating.

The FT walks his/her own path and respects those of others. None the less, society doesn't respect the FT. The mere idea threatens the cohesiveness of the group. The FT might provoke us to think. Thinking leads to questioning. Questioning leads to disobedience. Disobedience leads to change. We are quite happy with the way things are. Well, not so much happy, but content. Well not exacly content, but more like we are just use to it.

It is completely ironic that the masses owe their existence to the very FT trait they abhor. Every idea and invention came from free thought aka imagination. It was these ideas and inventions that made population growth, education and products possible. If you turn the TV on to a channel that has no station, all you get is static. Nothing emerges from static, nothing. Without FT, all society will ever have is static growth and eventual decline.
Bet you never saw that "imagination" thingy coming, did you?

Invention is a clever human trick. It begins with recognizing a problem. Once the problem is clear, imagination begins. Creation and implimentation can never exist without imagination. Sometimes the human brain recognizes a problem with its own error detection subroutine and does a gosub "imagination.exe". We call it "daydreaming" and do our best to stamp it out. You can teach a dumb dog to roll over, whatever would make you think we can't train an intellegent human to quit free thinking?

So why do we (the coolective) stifle imagination? The answer is awful crude, we were trained to. Thousands of generations of tribe/village life has taught us that new ideas must be studied thoroughly by a select group and then we might let some hint of it gradually emerge. We like it just the way it is. New ideas force a change, ergo stop the thinking process beyond the basic skills level. Everybody has a place and there is a place for everybody.

Oooooo ... The tribe/village is an organism. Acts in its own best interests, functions as a unit, fears the unknown, ... hmmm. Yes, of course. The FT is a free radical invading the body.

You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.

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Have you forgotten the title of this tome? It is "Why a Blog Pt.2".

It is therapy. It is a venting process. It lowers my stress levels. Perhaps it feeds a need to organize my thoughts and once in a while, break out a little humor. As this blog is for me, I laugh at my own jokes.

And most of all, it helps me refrain from choking the shit out of some people that desperately deserve it.

Fortunately, this area has a disproportionate number of free-thinkers. Maybe it is the weather. Or maybe it is as Nobel Laureate Richard Feynman stated, "Likes like like."

Or ... (sound of diabolical music please) it might be a coded message to the others. "You are not alone." (Dim lights, ... pull back and ... fade to black. Cut and that's a wrap)
(You gonna do that redhead grip at the post-production party?)
(Just what do you ...

Imagination creats new universes. Each full of possibilities. Some intersect with our own. Life is a journey. It is to be lived. Don't let it become too late to start.

If you were paying attention, I left you with the why of "Fortunately," hanging. The cacophony of two or more free thinkers laughing at some irony is soothing music that tames the savage beast. We render each other harmless. We are too busy debating to accomplish any creative mayhem. Besides, we would never agree on the type, manner and extra points for creativity mahem to engage in. So many possibilities, oh well I can dream.