GWDF2 D11b It's the Trumann Show for we Bangladeshis, Indigenous Alaskans, 200 billion kids.... We haven't a friend in the world

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GWDF2 D11b It's the Trumann Show for we Bangladeshis, Indigenous Alaskans, 200 billion kids.... We haven't a friend in the world.

Yes, exceptions include Diane Wilson, Liz Hourican, Daniel McGowan, Tim DeChristopher, WV Tree Sitters, Sea Shepherds, the 1% of Greenpeace that the rest live off of....  Oh, and Jim Hansen, boarderline, but he's in.  Hmmm.  Let's say there are another 100, none of whom I know, cuz I've just named all the ones I know, or know of.  That's about 34 people out of 7 billion.  The exception proves the existence of the rule.

Yesterday was a very important day for us; clarifying in a devastatingly important way.  There are many movies that have each of them revealed a piece of reality to us that have been spoken of here.  One that's never been spoken of, and never has been deeply thought of by us, is the Jim Carey movie where it turns out that from birth he was the captive of a television program. 

But, writ large he was a captive of the status quo.  Everyone was enormously pleasant.  Do you remember.  They were enormously pleasant to him.  They were his friends, right?  They thought they were his friends, until he began to wake up to what was going on and began to reject the status quo.  At that point all of them but one learned that they were not really his friend.  They were friend only to themselves and to their status quo.  That’s not demeaning.  You can take issue with what I said, but you should do so on the merits. 

Clearly they learned, as did he, they weren’t his friends.  They were friends to themselves and to the status quo.  This is not a slander.  It is an observation.

Well, it's only a movie.  Come on, please.  Our art, great and mediocre, is our window on ourselves.  We can't be selective about that.  Oh, we can be.  Intellectually, with intellectual honesty, we can't be selective about that.  We didn’t run howling from the theater about that, ‘Oh, what an absurdity.  This is so silly!’  No, we were glued to it because we sensed the truth of that.

But only this morning does it come into my mind – we’ve harbored the illusion, I, and Start Loving Bangladeshis Maldivians, Athabascans Indigenous Alaskans next 200 billion children.  That's my name now.  That's how I identify myself.  That's what I identify myself with.  We harbored the illusion we had friends. 

And I, this cell of my larger body here, I do have friends – Cathy, Start Caring, and members of Start Caring’s clan. 

But we, we haven’t a friend in the world.  We have lots of smiling faces.  We have a city here in DC full of people weeping crocodile tears over the horrors that will befall us, and that do things that have some remote possibility of helping us, microscopically - when it's convenient for them, and when their sponsors approve, and when it's within a risk factor, at a cost factor that they're comfortable with, oh, the wright from their comfortable offices, and they blog to the adulation of their equally impotent, if smiling friends….

But, are they our friends?  We're dying.  The world is at war on us.  War does not require forethought. War does not require malice.  The world is at war on us.  The world is destroying us.  Utterly, truly destroying us. 

It's no less deadly in the malice, or intent. It's no less deadly, it's no less cruel.  It's no less torturous.  Maybe more so because there's no justice.  And there is less hope of stopping it because it's unseen, it's normal - status quo; it is the way things are - right center and left. It’s us.

What a huge gift yesterday was.  Sweet, dear Dr. Cardile who may not have been involved in this at all - in this specific event where two city of DC psychologists come to interview me yesterday.  Nice people themselves.  Smiling, pleasant, genuine nice intentions in their heart.  But what we had been seeing is, they’re not our friends; they’re the friends of the status quo.  That doesn't say they’re mean.  It doesn't say there've of mal intent, it doesn't say the manipulative. They’re hypocrites.  That’s a diagnosis; that was Jesus number one diagnosis for us - the one that concerned him the most.  Hypocrisy is when one lies to oneself first.  And they lie to themselves first; they say to themselves they care about Loving.

Well in that Jim Carey movie - all the people around him cared about him; until the situation was such that they needed to make a choice between him and the comfort of their own deadly status quo, and it was no choice.  That’s not a friend.  That’s not a slander, to those people in the movie, or in my life; or in our life.  At some level they have a right to choose who will be their friends; who they will ally with.  And I certainly have the right and the duty, according to people like Jesus, to discern between who is truly a friend and who's not. 

And we don't have a friend in the world.  The dark skinned people in this country back in and before the 1960s, 1950s… didn’t have a friend in the world.  Oh, they had lots of people that were nice to them, some horrible, but many were nice to them, including the plantation owners, the slave masters.  But they didn't have a friend in the world.  Young Egyptians up until two years ago didn't have a friend in the world.  The women without the right to vote in this country until roughly 1918 didn't have a friend in the world. 

All of these groups had ‘potential’ friends, by the thousands, millions, billions in some cases.  But they weren’t friends of the until those who were the least of these began to be friends to themselves, and to stand up unviolently, in the most powerful cases.  Young people in Egypt beginning to stand up for themselves.  The individual dark skinned people in the 20s, 30s, 40s… beginning to stand up for themselves - simply to be what a human being should be, and being willing to pay the price for and paying the price for that.  Alice Paul and her sisters standing up for themselves, willing to pay the price for doing so.  At that time, people that had been friends in name only, some began to learn they were true friends; some began to become true friends.

The Indigenous Americans in this country have been rolling over and dying without any form of significant resistance, of hopeful resistance, for hundreds of years.  For all i know same with the Bangladeshis, same with the Maldivians. 

Same with the children of today under the age of 16 or so.  Their older brothers and sisters aren’t standing up for them against environmental Armageddon. (Uh, no.  Standing up looks like Tahrir Square, Tiennamen Square, the Freedom Riders, my father’s generation in WWII….).  Their mothers fathers aren’t standing up for them. They don't have a friend in the world.

God knows the bloggers and auth-whores in the so called environmental movement, they’re not standing up for them.  They’re living off of them.  This is not a slander.  It's not mean.  It doesn't accuse of forethought.  They don't have bloody fangs. But, they’re parasites. They’re not putting their body in the way for these people.  They’re living off of them; are making a living off of them.  If we if we extend out the trend lines 10,000 years they will have done not a lick of good for the next hundred billion children, we Maldivians, we Bangladeshis, Athabascans, Indigenous Alaskans. 

We have not a friend in the world. 

And until we start standing up and paying the price for ourselves, this not going to change.

And if we do it, it will start to change.  And onlookers, one by one, with start to become True friends

Let it begin with me.