E.M.’s RWP~#293 quantitative- Overwhelm to Conquer

As hard as it is, for some, to imagine, human beings have several limitations on their ability to perceive their environment.
We have all known the phenomenon of our ‘eyes playing tricks’ on us. Deer hunters experience this constantly. They are searching for deer. Their brain is solving every visual image attempting to configure a deer or just a portion of one. Branches, at a glance, are antlers. Any bright or white flash of light is a flagging tail. And when their ears are tuned in, scurrying chipmunks in leaves are instantly recognized footsteps of one-hundred-pound deer. Hunters soon learn how unreliable first impressions can be from their senses jumping to comically foolish conclusions more often than accurate ones. Yet, the single focus of a hunter on that one single pursuit can eventually, with further investigation, produce success in what he’s seeking. Imagine if he were texting, jotting notes, and rehashing the argument with his wife the night before, as he’s hunting. His chances of doing any of those things well, are greatly reduced. This my friends shows how easily we can be overwhelmed. Human beings are excellent problem solvers if given the time and allowed to focus on one task at a time. I don’t make the rules but ignoring that those are the ‘rules’ our brains follow is ignorant and naive.
The central tenant in Rules for Radicals- a guidebook for forcing change in culture, society, and countries-is to overwhelm the system targeted for radical change. This quantitative assault is done by creating too many ‘troubles’ for people to solve, or even pay attention to, thus inspiring them to pack up their proverbial ‘hunting gear’ and ‘go home’. It’s an effective dehumanization tool which can disarm very large populations.
Now consider all of the ‘crisis’ themes we are currently being subjected to… Border Crisis, Energy Crisis, Climate Crisis, Pandemic Crisis, Homeless Crisis, Inflation Crisis, Racism Crisis, Crime Crisis, etc… this large quantity of proposed unsolvable troubles is not accidental.
How many of you know several people who claim they just stopped watching and caring about the ‘News’ for their own sanity? I can’t blame them on one level but their numbness and disconnect is a tool being used against all of us and our futures. Powerful totalitarian forces are undermining the traditional foundations of our country as so many have been lulled to ‘sleep’.
My advice to everyone is to ‘wake up’ and focus on the one thing that makes everything else we do possible … the preservation of our beloved country.


Quadrille #141: Heady is the Poem That Wears the Crown 

A quadrille is a poem of 44 words.

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-Full-headed creamy crown-
-Jet black sleekness-
-White fanning tail-
Has our native king.

Strength, cunning, and freedom
In flight, his battlefield clear.
He was built for this Earth.
A NATURAL player.

Human beings.
Make good – Know good

Countless eagles rot…
blindsided
By OUR turbines.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/11/29/quadrille-141-heady-is-the-poem-that-wears-the-crown/


The Price of Kindness

On Saturday morning, I took my granddaughter to the grocery store. As we were putting our groceries in the car, a man stepped into view who was talking on a cell phone in an agitated voice.

The gist of his “conversation” was that he’d run out of gas in an unfamiliar town, that his gas gauge must be broken and he had only two dollar to get gas which wouldn’t be enough to get back to Springfield.

His performance was very good. He added that he was afraid and pleaded with the “person” on the other end to help him and he was also trembling. Oh yeah, he added that he had been visiting his mother before he had gotten lost.

Katherine was buckled in and as I put the last bag in the car, I interrupted him asking,” Would ten dollars help?” He said some thing like, ” So much for you guys, some nice lady is offering me help! Thanks for nothing.” and he closed his phone. I could hear Katherine saying, “Oh grandma, that’s so nice!”

At this point, my instincts said that I was falling into a scam but my heart was unsure. What I did know, was my granddaughter was witnessing human kindness.

I needed change, and since Kat was buckled in, I locked her into the car to go to the desk for ten dollars.

When I came out, I handed the grateful, still teary-eyed, man the ten saying,”Please pass this kindness on to someone else one day.” His answer was, “I sure will. Karma is a good thing.” He walked away.

If I had been a man, my next step would have been to say, “Hey, I’ll give you a lift to your car.” This would have cleared up the scam or not, but inviting a stranger into my car would have turned a kindness into a reckless act.

On top of it all, I had decided that the lesson for my granddaughter was worth ten dollars and no longer cared if I had been fooled. I had spent ten dollars on more foolish things, for sure.

Katherine and I talked while we rode home. I explained that this man may have been lying in a very practiced scam but, since I wasn’t sure, thought it was a good thing to help. Also, that it is never a child’s job to help an adult. Dealing with strangers is never good for kids.

And now, two days later, I am convinced that I had been scammed as I replay the events. I would have still done what I did, though. And karma may have the last laugh, if that man was taking advantage of the kindness of others.