Amen to the funk. I don’t believe in Obamas, just like John Lennon didn’t believe in Beatles. Nevertheless, I find a whole lot I can agree with in the latest post over at Hoodoo Encoding.
From “How the Funk Can Help You (while you’re taking out the trash)”:
And here’s some news for ya’ll: unfortunately, Bruva Obama is not the garbage man. He can’t take out your garbage for you, nor should he be expected to, because getting rid of your own garbage is your own responsibility.
Sorry to be the one to say this to you but in a democracy, you are responsible for taking out the garbage you make. Xenophobia and racist attitudes. Sexism and homophobia. Status anxiety and social ostracism as a method of systemic social control. Corruption. Cronyism. Collusion. Caste. Blind aggression in place of reason and debate. All that trash. Its yours and the longer you keep it in your house the more it will stink up where you live.
In other words, civic engagement means much more than seeing who can holler the loudest at the mic in a crowded room. Sometimes it means volunteering to work in your community to create a cleaner, safer, welcoming place for everybody to live in – not just you. Sometimes it means working for free and expecting nothing in return when helping a neighbor who can’t help themselves – or do anything for you. And of course it can mean picking up that piece of trash on the ground in front of your door and throwing it in the garbage can, even if you didn’t drop it, because you live there.
Yes! Civics and common decency, taking initiative and responsibility: these things will become increasingly important the further into the shit storm of these Spectacular Times we travel. Rather, it will just become blindingly clear, for those with eyes to see, that these things have been of the utmost importance from the very start.
Check out more of the Hoodoo here. And tell ‘em Cadeveo sent ya.
\Cold grey were the basalt rocks in that high place covered in a mosaic of moss and lichens. In silence far overhead the huge wings spread and could be seen but then vanished into the ethereal mist. A fell wind blew and he saw the shimmers and the words which had know inside him long before and that he refused to interpret. But he saw them often. Gazing into the void that stretched from that high place he was held for some time as the purple tinged glow engulfed him as never before. Yet most things he had already known, even the words…….., for his gift was a sight that knew of things that were yet to come to pass and this could also be of burden.
For not all things are revealed. But he is greatful for now the shimmers have a being and by concentrating his gift more knowledge is given.
Peace for eternity and may the light from a billion suns bless
cadeveo,
thankyou so much for the kind words of encouragement; I’ve respected your work for quite some time. Since I don’t post that often, your shout out means a lot; I really appreciate it.
May the funk be with you always,
bookerman