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Ghost of Tom Joad

Apropos of the season, a little grown up talk about lessons of Jesus, compassion and sacrifice.

Most of what the world might still consider admirable about the character of Americans was born during the Great Depression: economy, brotherhood, compassion for one’s fellows, sacrifice, alertness and willingness to fight back on principle and not for personal gain.

One major reason why Corporate Scientology is dead is because it condemns those values.

Another reason it is dead is that it long ago sold out utterly to blood-sucking, profiteering corporate America.  Every fiber of the organization is geared toward racketeering on bubble-created disposable income.

The only way Scientology will survive what is here and what is coming is through a completely different paradigm than that represented by corporate Scientology.  90% of Americans cannot afford corporate Scientology.  Its doors are welded shut to the people the philosophy was created for.

In case anyone hasn’t been watching and studying, the ranks of those with bubble-created disposable income in America is decreasing by the day.  And if you’ve really studied world socio-economics you will understand that the days of ‘something-for-nothing prosperity’ are never coming back again.   Only the fat criminals who have gamed the United States government into being  their enforcement arm will continue to wildly profit.

This is not a political pitch for the right or the left.

The far right is doing everything in its power to turn America into a ghetto to rape and plunder  into abject poverty (reference: Griftopia by Mat Tabbai).  And their rank and file don’t even understand they are working against their own interests. The far left wants to create a welfare society that chokes the initiative and lifeblood out its people.  And their rank and file don’t even see it coming.

In politics, as in religion, philosophy, and life itself the best practice is along the Great Middle Path.

Unfortunately, in times such as these where so many feel the need to cling to extremes (‘desperate times call for desperate measures’), the simple, ethical minority who value integrity, principle, and humanity are labeled by both extremes as the extremists.

I tend to agree with Jesus that in the end the meek shall inherit the earth.

However, I believe it will be the principled, strong who keep them alive to see that day.

In my opinion, the ones who will make a difference in the end are the Tom Joads of the world.  Reference: Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck.

The Ghost Of Tom Joad
Men walkin’ ‘long the railroad tracks
Goin’ someplace there’s no goin’ back
Highway patrol choppers comin’ up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin’ round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin’ in their cars in the southwest
No home no job no peace no rest

The highway is alive tonight
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
Searchin’ for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin’ for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box ‘neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin’ in the city aqueduct

The highway is alive tonight
But where it’s headed everybody knows
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
Waitin’ on the ghost of Tom Joad

Now Tom said “Mom, wherever there’s a cop beatin’ a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there’s a fight ‘gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom I’ll be there
Wherever there’s somebody fightin’ for a place to stand
Or decent job or a helpin’ hand
Wherever somebody’s strugglin’ to be free
Look in their eyes Mom you’ll see me.”

The highway is alive tonight
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes
I’m sittin’ downhere in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad

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