The farther that I fly (part 2)

I was required to watch two documentaries for our PanPil class. I will dwell on the first of the two entitled "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" or something that sounds like and gives off the same meaning. I was pretty moved by the documentary, however mindful I was of the intentions and background of the key actor in that act---Hugo Chavez of Venezuela.

Besides, I was not moved to dream my dream on his side of the political spectrum. No, we have different versions of idealism and an end to shallowness and human dignity stained. For if Chavez found it in equal distribution of wealth, a mix of Bolivarian military rule and a Communist blend of social equality and charisma, I find it in something else.

What be that something else? Hehe, I think I've mentioned this two blogs back. I believe in a benevolent right wing ruler. What does this leadership sport? He uses the power of the army to ensure security. He uses liberal economic policy to ensure wealth and progress, to a certain degree. He uses laws and policies to keep everyone in their place, and that place being in a progressive society in a secure state. He sees religious dogma not as the opium to explain and feel good amidst social realities but as a tool far beyond manipulating in a Machiavellian sense, but rally people around him. In short, the benevolent rightist finds strength in a code he admits is far stronger than himself and his right wing---his means of ensuring excellence in the service and continuance. His wing will have consultative powers, an advisory role and the formal right to pass legislation.

Beeper. Duh, that's impossible. Needless to say, only someone of divine right or abilities can be the benevolent rightist. And so I say, this is the extrema---my utopia, my classless society under the sun of the selfless right---an abolition of every misconception and association of fascist and authoritarian.

As Marcus Aurelius the wise said, he brought a sword and nothing else. A sword is necessary. Without it, power cannot wield itself. Without it, there can be no peace. The sword will ward off the weary opponent, and it will consume him even before conflict.

Much of my blog entries is simply a hodge podge of my shallowness at times, of moments I'd rather blabber about something than talk about lovers I saw across the street.

Ah shit. That L word again? What's with that? Can you eat LOVE? Can LOVE make you rich? Can LOVE make you see things or the absence of which can make you pay notice to others such as hmmm...POLITICAL SYSTEMS???

I posted questions in the preceding blog that to me have been partially answered.

In this blog, more questions need answering.

Point being, if I toil away finding a cure to my insanity, if I slave away my time on the caprice of others or of the questions that haunt me, then I am nothing nor am I productive in any sense.

The farther that I fly, yes, the thought of what could be pulls me on and then lets me soar. But also, the variable intervening that is my thoughts and my drive to revolutionize this world allows me to fly further and farther.

The farther that I fly (part 1)

How does one single lonely person react to seeing lovers pass by?
How can one contemplate a single lonely life in the future?
How will one single lonely person ground his hopes on his appeal or his skill?
How should one chart a course for single lonely life knowing he is not left behind?

I fell that I am getting left behind. I feel that my time is running short. I feel that if I do not answer these questions in the coming days I shall further be caught up the farther that I fly.

With this, I begin my discussion. By laying down fundamental questions that take up, though fractional, excessive moments of my vacant time (whatever remains of it), I begin what I desire is to be an exodus...and exodus from wishful thinking that encapsulates me and my perspective.

I pray I find it. Can it be felt? Can you feel salvation? Can you touch redemption?

What calls me, the farther that I fly?....

Enough said about me, the world is moving

Enough said about me. There is this idea that shallow people complain a lot and tend to describe things as they see it, those who are mid-level in processing think only of people and their issues, and those of brilliance think of ideas, of criticism to the status quo or to concuct a plan towards the utopian world---the better life. It is a shame that I go on minding my life and dimensions of it. For now, let us say my preoccupation is my occupation.

That should do it for the cliche section.

Sure some of our better scholars, those with tenured experience on and off the field, say the Clash of Civilizations by Samuel Huntington is something to laugh at or give less academic credit---perhaps dismissing it somewhere between pure speculative work or some untoward vision of the world.

Ah but with the way the world is throwing itself into the abyss---the abyss not even Jeffrey Sachs can plainly put forward in his narration of world poverty, it seems to me that Huntington had a knack for correct prediction when he wrote the piece.

Why so? Look around. Digest, if you may, the bloodshed from chaos around. It may have crossed your mind that seemingly isolated conflicts can lead to regional friction due to misunderstanding and impatience. Add a bit of ideological stupidity and inhumane justification to a course of action, you have conflict on a grim note. Imagine, if you can, the United States and all her supposed allies thrown into a diplomatic trap of fighting a multi-front war against the North Korean axis, and the Arab world (who gladly consider themselves as one).

Then perhaps vex your faculties dear friends and put a suspicious China, always bearing a nationalist agenda more than a heart for multilateral treaty with the world ,being tossed into the mix. You have an unheard of alliance of China and the Arab world against the concept of Western supremacy, highly unlikely but remotely possible. If they're that driven to bring down a hegemon with good reason, it appears this is the avenue. Uh oh, didn't a man named Samuel Huntington write something resemblant of this model before? Can it happen? Maybe not in our lifetime, maybe when there's enough stagnation and uncertainty in the great bald eagle and there's capability on economic and military might for the red dragon.

Sure, it's all too realist. But the possibility of such goes beyond any fickle approach to international politics. Events as they happen are stronger proof than theories yet untested and subject to exceptions. Events, not theories, define history dear friends.

Just maybe.

Consider me a half-hearted fool for proposing a mode of leadership that is more center-right than anything else. Let me state my bias. I am for a strong leadership fused by military might and political will, complemented by a meritocratic bureaucracy. I am for rules and laws that equip this strong rule--somewhat authoritarian, yet still democratic. Singapore? Perhaps but something more. I am for a benevolent ruler who is able to lead a benevolent wing of leaders and is able to train a benevolent generation to pass the torch to. I am for the benevolent right. Now, am I subscribing to something as fancy and sheepish as divine right of rulers? I'm not. But you get me.

I am for a Kingdom of Heaven. Haha! Seriously, I am for my utopia. I think no one less than God himself can best be fit for perfect rule. Anything that can come close to the Kingdom of Heaven is my kind of utopia. A kingdom of conscience or nothing. One where a charismatic ruler is overseer of an egalitarian order...one of rules...one of proper and decent, let alone moral standards...one of liberal economic policies...one that fashions power in military might and internal cohesion...one that Alexander, Rome, to today's United States missed.

I know you have a barrage of points to use against my vision of the world. But hey, would you rather be content with World War 3 theories and clash of so-called civilizations hodge podge? I think not. You should not.

For now, my proposal is but part of a worldwide whisper in the wind. It's virtually impossible you may think.

But that is where the scholars and the dreamers diverge. And that perhaps is one of the reasons why a world bound to subjective decision-making, of postmodern lackluster, of freedom without responsibility can take you to a bitter end.

Call me conservative. Call me an idiot. But hey, I am an idiot with purpose.

Enough said about me, the world is moving. God bless.

HIT IT!

We are the very hurt you sold. And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like a blade you stain...

But I'll be holding on tonight. What's the worst thing I can say? Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT.


To political traitors and backstabbing morons, you deserve to be strapped like ol' Bill Tuner.

To others...SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT!

DAMN. I wish our cars collide. I'd be feeling a bit better then.