Sanity is an essential attribute in any human society wishing to function at its optimum.
Today within homes, neighbourhoods, countries and across the globe we witness how adrift we have become allowing its antithesis to become top dog.
Insanity is the rule and goal behind much decision making, so many exhortations and downright ruling policy. It is guided into everyday life by those whose idea of right, compassion, empathy and justice have gone so far south, they are lost in a Saragossa Sea of slime.
Out of this boiling concoction of madness spew Lies as Truth, War as Peace and Darkness as Light. Division sown in every conceivable corner, to dispirit, disorientate and split. The population, whose access to insight, information and intelligent debate has been staunched, robbed and coerced, like some ruddy wound denied the life blood of transparency and unhindered debate. Left crippled with hardly any guidance to light its way, let alone any mainstream media to enlighten debate, it flounders in the baking deserts of deceit.
Anti-Sanitics, for these are what they are, profess sanity whilst in every aspect they act insane. Crowing their mindless untruths, they accuse those retaining sanity through a healthy dose of critical thinking, of being extremists, agitators and traitors.
So many times the drivers of these deceptions, inculcated into every orifice of governance and decision, throw the “pass-all when all else fails” insult and shut down accusers with the charge of anti-Semitism.
Anti-Sanitics accusing those denouncing their insanity of being anti Semitic is truly insanity itself.
Let us just take three of many examples of truly anti Semitic ranting. Note who utters these:
“Mothers of all Palestinians (Semites) should also be killed, otherwise more little snakes will be raised there…” – Ayelet Shaked
“I have killed many Arabs and there is no problem with that” – Naftali Bennett
“Palestinians are not human beings, they don’t deserve to livened they are nothing but animals”– Eli Ben Dahan
When the Insane run the House of Insanity, their argument may look real, yet their very being is lost, insane and lunatic. It forgets it has no more relation to sane and Semitic than does the cuckoo in the nest of an altogether different avian. Yet, like the cuckoo, it grows and grows in its usurped space until it kills, kicks out and displaces all those rightfully born to such a nest.
Insanity cannot be tolerated in any society that desires growth in wisdom, sense and empathy. It needs spotlighting, shown its true colours and exposed for its illegitimacy and extremism.
Today insanity infects so many corridors of power, so many mindsets infected, indoctrinated and sullied. It proclaims itself as “for the greater good” making a way out of this morass of madness seem inescapable.
Sanity must be reclaimed. division must be healed and unity of what makes us all human recognised over and above the toxic drivel emanating the anti-Sanitists. No longer can we allow ourselves believe the lies, aggressive belligerence and downright murderous deception.
Refusing to participate in any form of austerity, fiscal or otherwise, refusing to buy into, literally, the wares of corporations selling toxic greed and refuting in its entirety the messages, lies and actions of all Anti-Saneites is the first step.
The only true Power is within each and every one. As long as we remain under the control of the insane in the asylum, unable to open a door to sanity, then we are destined to a living death of slavery in its own congealed mindset.
Sanity is a right, but like all rights it has to be fought for, earned and established. Stand tall, question more and ask yourself;
“Am I ready for that explosion of truth and self discovery lying beyond the confines of my own self created walls of indifference and compliance? Am I willing to regain my sanity?”
William Wordsworth, a beloved English poet wrote presciently in The Life of the Whole:
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in nature that is ours,
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune,
It moves not. – Great God! I’d rather be
A pagan suckled in a creed outworn,
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.