IGUANA ISLAND

 Nope, you guessed wrong. I am not referring to a building surrounded, under siege, by those huge iguanas. Nope. this is an island, off the coast of Nicaragua, below the hurricane belt, 3 beds, two baths, private island, lovely veranda, and views all your own and simply stunning. The price for heaven on earth -$475,000, less than a similar home, on a small lot, right here in Florida. Best of all, no plague of weirdos, such as Trump, or DeSantis, or Scott, or Rubio, just you and your guests. the only concern is whether to remain in the bathing suit all day just in case you wish to swim in the waters around you or whether you should schedule a boat pickup or delivery from Bluefields, 45 minutes away. Ahhhh, life in the slow lane.

Tempting, oh so tempting. There is cell and internet plus tv right there on the island, but how much easier it is to simply shut out the world, make believe you are the sole settlers on a deep space planet, and enjoy the peace, the break from the ills and woes of the world. Great, but always remember, reality sets in. Supplies need to be boated in. No man is an island, so the poem states, and even on an island, that is oh, so true.

Even the most talented at closing off life from that of the world, creating one's own manufactured reality, these artificial worlds must, of necessity, be punctured, wounds that pierce deeply into make believe, wishful thinking and avoidance. There are always connections that cannot be severed, for life tells us that man needs company, a social life of sorts. Aid in times of need, a person with whom to share laughs and tears. 

We have somehow forgotten how to create our own islands where we live yet incorporate the outside world within it. We have lost sight of the necessary factor of sharing, of commonality, and are sliding, hell bent, no brakes working at all, into a world full of hostility. Not only among nations at large, as the growing union of Russia and China against the West grows, but also within nations, as people forget their shared destiny and heritage as members of that nation, and begin to pull away, to divide, if not to conquer, then to hurt, to limit, to indulge in nasty dreams and plans. Seclusion as the rule and guiding principle of the day. 

Nothing can stop this devolvement unless we actually believe in the necessity of its destruction, stopping it in its tracks. Believing, knowing for sure, down to the last cell in your body, that to accept this philosophy is to accept the end of the world as we know it, and the end of its very physicality as we ignore danger signs now screaming out to be noticed and addressed. An apocalypse to the nth degree, far worse than any movie portrayal, and the real, too late regret and ruing of our shortsightedness, our own stupidity. Just desserts, folks, and here they come, right down that iconic mountain. With as many great white horses as one can see.

Other than running to Iguana Island, a temporary fix, unless one is truly capable and prepared to be and live as a survivor par excellence, fully off the grid and self-supporting with all the necessities of life, what else can we do? Not very easy to do think and do on that proverbial island. 

There is an answer, a signpost to sanity, to survival. The question remains, though, as to whether the people are ready to accept what must be done. They must turn off the voices in their heads, remove the silver foil hats they have donned to block the transmissions of sanity sent out by those who see, know, and support the truth. They must abandon, posthaste their hate filed negative emissions, and allow in the words, thoughts, deeds, that make us one - a humankind that depends upon each other, a world that is so interwoven, with myriads of connections, large and small, giant and miniscule.

In fact, so meshed together are we, that enemies must talk to enable life necessities to pass through ports and reach the places where life itself hangs in the balance. No islands here. Not on this world. Denying reality to the extent that we can survive, disguise the danger by allowing proxy wars to which we commit only things, weapons of devastating capabilities, is to land in a reality of extremis. Not good, folks, to say the least. 

We must throw out those who would hatemonger all day long and into the night as well. To threaten, to say, in so many words, that 'we' will gain control and go after you. Just you wait, we are told, and there is no 'enry 'iggins around to catch the flak. No, we cannot sing our way through this crisis. Instead, we must not only sing, but dance as well, incorporate every sane molecule, every working brain, every good intention that we can find. It will take a massive change in our current way of thinking, our us vs. them mode, especially when the 'them' is our own countrymen and women. We have indeed met the enemy and he is indeed us.

I do not know exactly when or what pushed us over the edge of the cliff, onto a path of insanity and destruction, a path which valued hatred and invective, revenge and threats. Trump e al certainly had and still has much of the blame. But WE allowed this. WE bought into its hate filled childish behavior in an adult world. This could only lead to tragedy, to tragedies large and small. And so it has happened. So it has engulfed us.

I am as guilty as everyone else in the growth of my hatred for those who would see me gone. Who would see the end of the world as long as they were in power, even as it imploded. Even as it crushed us all. A pyric victory much to be avoided. I must confess that I despair of those who remain loyal to a most disloyal man and his tribe of incompetent, endangering fools, his sixteenth ranked lawyers, his devotion to spurning the law, even as they shout 'law and order' when convenient for them.

 I wonder, in horrified awe how thinking people willfully remain in the dark, foolishly, dangerously, denying the evidence before their eyes, evidence which can lead to only one sane conclusion. I ask, I plead, I beg of you all - return to sanity. Acknowledge the lawless and selfish road we have traveled, its roadway raised to heights of destructive power by Trump et all. Lowered to the depths of depravity. A depravity which enabled us, encouraged us, to debase ourselves. Spurn it!

On J6, the Secret Service, corrupted, as were many other institutions of government due to the infusion of Trumpian people and thinking, sent a message warning of life danger to Pelosi and others - at 5:55 PM, well after the danger had become obvious, very much so both physically and vocally. Knowledge which they had at the very minimum, two days before.

We cannot allow this anymore. We cannot send out message too late to be of use. We must do better, we can, but we must disengage the wrong parts of our brains, restart the proper engines, harness our good sides and remake our world. There is a small window of time in which to make good things happen, where there is a possibility of a timely change, to literally save the world. 

It is upon us to hear the warnings, take it to heart, stop worshipping the false golden calf of our times and fix the world. Tikkun Olam. The world to 'disappear'? This one:

 "...the chaos, the alienation of allies, the breaking of laws and norms, the flirtations with dictators, the comprehensive loss of America’s moral leadership, and so on, ad infinitum..."

No more. We cannot absorb any more.