Watching the rain lay to rest on the windshield under the overcast Toronto skies. Glancing around at what was once Canada’s greatest farmland and has now been blasted by urban sprawl and progression.
As they say, nothing good comes without a little work, or a little rain. Every sale means someone else lost the sale. Every move has some form of negative reaction, though mostly invisible with the “not in my back yard” mentality so many take.
Take the local store. How can one be certain child and/or slave labour were not used in the sowing of that garment? Sure, it says “Made in Canada”…or USA…or Republic of Ireland…or where ever, but is a label anything more than a marketing tool?
Perhaps the garment was sewn in Canada, the US, Ireland, or where ever, but where did the fabric come from? The buttons? The thread? The sewing machine? The needles?
Old Fox Mulder had it right…trust no one. Especially one trying to sell something directly. There is always a catch somewhere. Societies just choose to turn a blind eye to such things. Some to the point of ignorance and raise children believing that produce is manufactured at the grocery store. Some to the point of arrogance where they believe certain jobs are beneath themselves and their kin.
Rather than ending slavery, for example, North America simply exported it so that the nice modern Western society would no longer have to look at it. As Chief Wiggums once said, “They’re China’s problem now.” Remember that sentence the next time anyone complains about there being no manufacturing jobs in western societies.
I was caught
In the middle of a railroad track
The solution to homeless issues is to build new condos over where those afflicted by poverty live. Make them feel bad enough that they move elsewhere and, again, are no longer seen by the locals. The streets are made safe by causing the poor to vacate like rats in the sewer.
I looked ’round,
And I knew there was no turning back THUNDER!
The problem always seems to revolve around eyesores. Everyone has rights until someone with more money no longer wants to look at them. Someone with more power and charisma has enough sheep nodding to make those s/he can step on leave.
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do?
Witch hunts are regularly created so that those who are unworthy can be weeded out and sent packing. This is done all in the name of family values…in the name of the children and how those with money, power and charisma do not feel safe knowing their children are playing with the children of those that do not.
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you THUNDER!
People think we need a hero or a savior, but from what? From themselves…and, generally, it is a hero or savior for those whom they deem worthy and/or can afford it.
All others need not apply. Break is over. Get back to work.
Sound of the drums
Beatin’ in my heart
The thunder of guns!
Tore me apart
You’ve been – thunderstruck!
The men from Oz, AC/DC of course, provide these lyrics in italics.