We all win, only as one people

We enjoy inalienable rights and liberties that were bestowed upon us by our fore leaders and protected by our veterans and fallen warriors to this day. We no longer fear masked militia kicking in our doors under the cloak of night to pillage, rape, murder and abduct our loved ones based on corruption and greed. But on the other hand we are subject to a mindset that is equally as devastating only not as sudden and overt.  As spiritual beings whether we worship God, Allah, Buddha or Brahman or nothing at all we have an innate desire to revere something greater than ourselves. For those who have no God as their focus it may be their social status, their culture or their family.

By the appearance of our top rated television shows and frequently visited web sites our gods are our pop culture, social commentators and our sacred celebrities. All of these wonderful adornments temporarily appease our zest for instant gratification but they do nothing whatsoever relative to the character development of our young nation. When compared to the cultures of the rest of the world our nation is a mere teenager consumed with their own issues without a sense of time or relevance to those who do not readily share their same interests this week. As history books have shown and the new ones will reveal, for the most part we as a nation reach out either in desperation or if there is something on the other side in exchange for our support.

There is so much this great western culture can learn from our human family across the other six continents. Certainly we have angels among us who give billions away because they know that unlike primates our purpose in the human family is to give and not to only take. But what about those among us and others around this planet who continue to give even though they do not have? Giving to these unsung angels are the footsteps that grant them the ability to move through life even though they may never leave their village or town.

The teenagers that we have become have raised up our athletes more than the athletic coaches who developed their skills we esteem so highly. We carry our entertainers on our shoulders while we blindly step on the necks of the teachers, parents and fore runners who paved their pathways to greatness. But when we see dirt beneath the nails of this week’s monarch we quickly throw them to the ground before us and watch as our feet trod them under. We hit the replay button with delight as they quickly become emulsified by the turbines that power the momentum we helped them to create. How noble would it be to honor a teacher or professor at some of these movie and music award shows that taught these icons before we immortalized them.   

Let’s not forget the illogical criteria by which we select our icons; most are actors and actresses. Take a moment to consider that we idolize people who dawn makeup and costuming to pretend for a living. Yet we patronize shows and social networking sites so we can plot their every word and move throughout their day. We eat what they eat and shop where they shop and wear what they wear so that we too, can pretend just like them. But when they are found out to not live what we are pretending together, we then scorn them.