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Protests are Useless

3/4/2014

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Everyone protests nowadays when they're unhappy with something. Marches, parades, strikes...in some way or another, folks gather together to draw a line in the sand with a pointed finger. They want to be heard. Some last for days, weeks, months even. The problem is, these protests usually go on ignored until an element of violence is introduced and people get killed. The ironic part is these protests are usually in the name of freedom to live peacefully. But what's the peace in that?

Another problem with protests is they can be quite isolating. It presents an "us vs. them" dynamic. But many people may not identify with either side of the cause, or they can relate with both. Perhaps that's why many protests are lead by students who often have a more black and white perspective. I know I sure did when I was in college. Protests don't really create unity (the most important element of peace) unless you're on the same side.

When I lived in Spain for four years, there was a protest going on nearly every week. In the beginning, while Zapatero of the Socialist Party was in office, folks rallied against all the things he did wrong as president. It was his fault for nearly everything. The elections drew near like a light at the end of the tunnel and everyone came out to vote against him. So, in came the new president Rajoy, from the Popular Party on the other side of the political spectrum. But the rallies kept going, it's like the people ran home and covered Zapatero's name with white-out and wrote 'Rajoy' over it. Sometimes I think some people protest just to hear themselves.

Thing is, I just don't think protests really beckon the change that the people are asking for. While their intentions might be good, it definitely doesn't promote peace, especially when it escalates to violence. And if violence leads to change, the initial problem that protest was against will rear its ugly head in a different shape and continue, sometimes in a worse manner than the original.

So what do you do if you're unhappy with the cruel injustice of the way things are and want them to change? Here's an idea. Take the passion you have for the cause and produce something. You could start a band and write some songs. The metaphor in art is the most underrated weapon, as it can allow people from all sides to relate through the basis of interpretation. With all the modern technology we have, there is more opportunity to collaborate with others and produce art of various media. Art can penetrate people's souls in a more powerful way than a gunshot wound. Why do you think advertisers use it? You want more people to believe in your cause, then get their attention. Coerce them with your sound, provoke and energize them with the choices of your hues, and make a message that actually resonates. And if it doesn't provide you with the change you were looking for, remember that the most significant changes don't occur overnight and at least you still have a chance to make history by documenting your experience. People still listen to Songs of Freedom and the Clash. It's because these songs from the past are timeless, and some are painstakingly simple. Human beings generally want the same things in life, regardless of principle or attitude. It requires a little imagination and a lot of work and patience to create something all can identify with and not just the people on your side of the line.

Perhaps this is all hippie bullshit to you. But let me ask you this-- do you feel inspired when you turn on the radio nowadays?  Don't you think there's a little bit of room in the modern airwave for a breath of fresh air?

I sing and play the skin flute. Hit me up if you wanna start a band.
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Late night ramblins 

3/2/2014

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In case you're wondering, I'm fine. I'm doing quite well in Russia so far, working a lot, doing my best to save money, and learning as much as I can about the world from a different angle.
The clouds and stars all look the same. The people do, too. Sometimes I forget I'm in a foreign country.

Recent developments in Ukraine have been a bit mentally consuming, to be honest. I forever want to talk about it with people, yet often it feels invasive to talk about it with some, and isolating with others. I don't want to force my views on anyone. I want to collect the thoughts of others and absorb them like a sponge, and process them. See if they align with my instincts. My instincts tell me something's just not right.

Let me break it down a little and see if I make any sense. It's a kaleidoscope of thoughts whirling in my brain. This is probably a good idea, writing it all down for a change.

I feel like there is so much puppetry going on. Left and right, east and west. And now, with there being a possibility of war breaking out just a few miles south of me, it makes me wonder how we got here in the first place. It feels almost...perfect, like it was all part of someone's plan. There has always been tension between Russia and the States, and it has started to gain momentum in the most recent years, appealing to the younger and more liberal crowd. The law banning LGBT propaganda is not something I agree with, of course I don't agree with it, as it's one step backward for a society that still has a long way to go in understanding what homosexuality is. But ah, a perfect bandwagon to jump on, especially for politicians looking to appeal to the steadfast growing number of those in favor of gay rights. It's a huge topic in the States, gays are finally having their say, but these politicians are wrapping themselves in a rainbow cloak and using their cause just to gain more momentum in fueling that tension. You don't see them at pride rallies or state court hearings or any organized events that are widely publicized as banned in Russia. Obama not attending the Olympics in Sochi was a complete joke in my book, cowardice and immature. If he truly gave a damn about LBGT rights, he would've been there supporting his team come rain or come shine, not sinking down to the stupid level and breaching the message of love and acceptance.

The media is its own separate beast, and I'm having a hard time finding a source I can feel good about reading and quoting to someone later. Journalism has become so out of touch with reality that who knows what is actually real anymore. Western sites like The Guardian and most American media will take any shots they can to sling a pile of mud at Russia, knowing fully well that most of their audience will take what they say without reading between the lines. My most favorite example of this was during the Olympics when some NY-based Greek yogurt company thought it would be a good idea to ship a bunch of dairy products overseas to a country with very different rules and expect no repercussions when said products couldn't pass customs. Journalists pounced on that one, headlines read shit like "Russia won't allow the U.S. athletes to receive their Chobani yogurt." Blame Russia. Those mean, dirty Russians. I'm surprised I haven't found any cleverly stated headline blaming Russia for the U.S. not winning the most gold medals, indirectly.

I'm ranting. Let's move on.

Ukraine is a soft, sore subject for me because I fell in love with that place last summer when I worked outside Kiev for a couple of months. The children were just phenomenal, words can't describe how each day I dreaded the last day looming nearer. They made me laugh so much. I had one foot out the door of teaching English before I took that job, it was a total game-changer, meeting those wide-eyed innocent and talented kids. And the hours of spare time spent wandering Kiev was both alluring and entertaining. It was one of the most eccentric places I've ever been to. The people were so odd and interesting. I saw a few cases of strange, uncivilized behavior, but nothing to feel threatened over, usually just made for a good laugh. When I left Ukraine, I took the overnight train from Lvov to Krakow. I remember watching the woman in the bed below us bribe the border patrol by stuffing herevnia in his pocket so that she could get into Poland and sell her looted goods. The Polish patrol wouldn't accept her bribe and eventually kicked her off the train (which somehow she managed to get back on it later in the journey, but don't ask me how).

Now Ukraine is an absolute mess. We've all seen in unfold on the news and through people's accounts. I got pretty upset last week just thinking about those kids and what they must be going through, I never had to walk outside and see my city on fire. No child should have to lose any of their innocence that way. Those kids at camp, they spoke Ukrainian and Russian and English and all got along just fine. It's when you're older that you're supposed to draw lines in the sand and throw grenades at each other. That's the seeming rite of passage. Babies aren't born racist or sexist or elitist, they're all born pure and innocent and completely full of love and acceptance. But instead, they're learning from us, and learning how to hate.

Now Russia's involved, and I can't help but feel like this was all part of the plan. The West is ready to shun Russia and back out of the G-8 summit, and put Putin in his corner with a dunce cap. That'll show him for being so anti-gay, that'll show him for being the most powerful man on the planet according to Forbes magazine, "You can't piss farther than me!" says Obama. I don't consider his troops in Crimea to be an invasion when he's allowed to be there by treaty. How many times has the U.S. intervened in places we had no business being in? Everyone seems so silent about that now. I think this whole world is run by a bunch of hypocrites with their hands in puppet sleeves. Ukraine's new "government"--who the fuck are these people? Who voted them in? What kind of message does this send to those kids, that violence which overturns a government thus gives you power? There's no good guy here, and I'm not claiming Yanukovich is some saint because he's not, he's a coward and foolish. Ugh, I could go on, but it's nearly 3 am.

In closing, I've received some messages from folks wondering how I'm doing over here in a "war zone," and first, my heartfelt thanks, for thinking of me and extending your love. That means the most. I'm doing fine, anticipating an interesting day at work tomorrow when packs of eager students will be full of questions about what I think of all this, American living in Russia with emotional ties to Ukraine. I'm in limbo to be honest, politically and emotionally. But I'm doing well. Please be careful what you read, don't believe everything at first glance. Read it, ponder it, check it. And consider that while the Russian mind and American mind are quite different, they function just the same and want the same things, for themselves and for the people around them. This isn't a good vs. evil situation. If that makes me a fool, then so be it. I'd rather be a fool with an open mind and a hunger for peace than close-minded and shut off to the idea of actual change.

What the fuck are we waiting for? Clock is ticking ya'll.

Goodnight xx
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'WAR' in print

3/2/2014

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it's as juicy as a steak, so easy to sink your teeth into.
it's like sex, eager to be sold in a nightclub
or on a newspaper stand.
then you buy it and realize you don't want it because you can't get it up or there's blood and it's rare and it's
just not what you signed up for, so now what?
now it's too late, because the sharks have come
and the wolves are howling at the moon
salivating from your easy fix


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