THE STORY OF JOHNNY WHOOPER SWAN We go to school trusting our parents. We meet a teacher there who stands up front with a big desk, and a pointer. She or he trains us in an authoritative manner. We attach mentally to a life long need for authority in order to live lives successfully. Right so far? In my case, at the age of 25 I was ready to enter the practice of law where I hoped for success and a happy life finally. Very shortly, very shortly, I became anxious. There was a foreboding. I was made more uncomfortable with each experience. Law work is nothing like what I was told it would be. The system is corrupt. But I still cling to my expectation that career success is necessary to my happiness as a man. Each day my grasp of what the fuck success amounts to after all becomes more clouded, murkier. I hear songs on the airwaves and at concerts which describe my life as the life of a fool. What am I becoming? I want to rip off my business suit to run naked in the street with my hair on fire! But I am too afraid. In strange, weird (weird comes from a word meaning wise), fragmented steps I go about a journey of my own believing myself to be the first man to have failed in such a total way which journey works so as to break up my career, end a marriage, and start an entirely new way of relating with my two children whom I love deeply. Almost magically I meet a woman who is a career counselor who asserts a beautiful message that I am made to be joyful in my work everyday and at all levels. This understanding sets me on a completely new course. It is no longer a world of systems to me but an undivided one of unlimited beauty. It reminds me of a painting. A true masterpiece. I am drawn from within to learn the truth about my identity and nobody else can teach me that. From this point onward I will use thinking capacity for mastering mechanical processes and follow my heart, which includes my whole nature, which includes your whole nature and that of every human being for all the rest. I’ll go by the name Johnny Whooper Swan who does not explain itself to anyone. By my fruits shall I be known. Watch me soar!

Thursday, November 2, 2017

ARREST and REMOVE

I met a woman educated in the study of criminology.

She wants to teach others. Said she learned that cops believe that they need to remain detached from a crowd or a suspect to do their job which is to arrest wrongdoers. The nut of it is these officers will not be so ready to club the people into unconscious blobs of meat for hauling to confinement and sentencing if they are not aloof to the fact these they arrest and remove are people like themselves. She is applying for a job as someone to play the role of an attached human being who will be used by cops to bring a message of sanity from the soul of humanity before the dogs are released, thereby allowing the cops to remain detached to do their brutal job well. Her job is to make it appear as if the politicians who hire the police and pay them really care. But the politicians' way to prove they are right is to trample on others. So, trample they must. After all, who will trust a brute who fails to trample?

What I say is that the very existence of a job to be performed by detached personnel is appallingly subhuman and destined to utter devastation if for no other reason than such a concept is going to bring about the very horror it is meant to prevent. Vain politicians send forth detached brutes to force upon all citizens their plans. They are convinced they alone are right and will not listen to anything that would suggest any other possibility and my friend will be in a position to aid and comfort such brutality.

I say any lawman who even considers the possibility of a state of detached authority should wear no badge whatever. We are human. To think otherwise is insane.


Somehow we have been brought to a way of thinking and acting that means a whole human being is incompetent to deliver justice.

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