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Greg's Corner of No WherePeel back the top layer. You'll be surprised what you find! March 10 Economic Crisis - A cynic's perspectiveThere is no denying that we are in an economic crisis. The only debate is whether this constitutes a recession or depression. I’ll leave that for the economist and other academic navel gazers who add little to the GNP of the country.
Politicians all around the world are rolling out stimulus packages, ala F.D. Roosevelt’s new deal. Pour money into the economy in order to kick start spending and get the economic engine going again. Oh yeah, just give us more of what got us into this mess in the first place.
This short term measure might get the economy going, but it fails to address the fundamental problem. The problem is not economic. The problem is social. The problem is people. Their expectations, their wants, their needs and their desires to have it all – no matter the cost.
On one hand you have the greedy – who are most likely university trained MBA’s who want nothing more than to suck all of the money out of the hands of the consumer. I remember sitting in meetings planning how the company I worked for could get “more wallet share from our customers”. That didn’t mean giving them anything more valuable. It was how to coerce them into spending more with us.
On the other hand you have the needy, who want it all, don’t want to work for it and want it now – no matter the cost or future consequences. These are the people who will mortgage their future and the future of their children for the latest, greatest, biggest, better, best. Keeping up with the Jones has taken on an entirely new meaning in this decade of opulence and decadence. Does that new purchase really add to your life, or is it a show piece that will allow you to be viewed by your peers as having “made it”?
There are so many totally useless items out there that do little or nothing to add value to society, but to which marketers have convinced people that they need to have it to be “in”. Then there is the segment who will make credit easily available, with no concern if that stupid consumer has the intelligence to manage their debt or the means to repay the debt. Nope, lend the money, such them dry, keep them behind the eight ball and one pay cheque away from bankruptcy. Yeah that is really the socially conscious thing to do.
Unfortunately I have worked 18 of the last 21 years in an industry that is as guilty as any and there are people, very close and dear to me, who work in industries which exemplify our society’s focus the useless and willingness to over pay for items they do not need; can not afford; or provide no socially redeeming qualities. But my frustration is coming to a boil and I can not keep these thoughts inside me any more. I may be written off as too cynical, even naïve, simplistic or dubbed a raving lunatic. But I will be speak. If I don’t I am no better than the problem I see.
So in the coming days I will exam the current economic crisis and relate it to the underlying failings and weaknesses of humans that have directly contributed to our current crisis.
This will include a look at: - Telecommunication – what value does call waiting have? - Automotive – the pinnacle of wasted resources and spent dreams - Entertainment – why does anyone care who wore what at the Oscars, Grammys or to dinner? - How much is enough – is anybody really worth $12,000,000 dollars a year? - What role are politicians and governments playing? It doesn’t matter what political stripe you have. - Where do we go from here? November 15 ReminiscingWhy am I reminiscing so much? Is it turning 50? Is it going through decades of old photos and laughing at the way I looked?
What ever the reason, I’ve been doing a lot of reminiscing lately. Sometimes it is about a specific person, like a former girlfriend I haven’t spoken to in over 30 years. I wonder what Monique is doing now? Is she still a dental hygienist, did she ever marry and have kids? And what might have happened had I not been so emotionally immature and a jerk at that time.
The strongest thoughts I’ve had lately have been the years spent playing football. Oh I was young when I first put the pads on. I think I started playing at 12 or 13 in the midget league. Prince George had neither a large population nor a lot of football players so there were only two teams in both the midget and bantam leagues. Lakewood, the one I played for and the evil Dutchess Park teams.
The first coach I ever had was a big black guy, who’s last name was Washington. He claimed he had played in the NFL, but I can’t remember if that was ever confirmed. He was a good coach. Drilled us hard and drove the fundamentals home. But beyond being black in a predominately white community I don’t remember much about him.
I played offensive centre or defensive nose tackle most of the time. I was short, stocky and not very fast. I could hit hard and low, but couldn’t catch or run worth a damn. Yeah I was a lineman. I do remember my biggest challenge as a centre was being able to remember the snap count. Gee I guess I can’t blame my bad short term memory on age!
When I advanced to the Bantam league we played for the Lakewood Lakers and played out of the Lakewood Junior High School. We were not a high school team, but used the change room and field to practise and play games. Again there were only two teams in the league. Hell there were only two teams in all of Northern BC! We would always kick Dutchess Park in the final and for two years I played we got to travel to Vancouver to play in the provincial finals.
What a joke! We were true hicks coming out of the sticks. Our equipment was old and tattered. The kids in the south were bigger, stronger, better coached and better equipped. I mean they had cage face masks, where all we had were t-bars. The one game I remember most clearly was played at Swanguard Stadium in Burnaby. We were in awe to be playing in a “real” football stadium. With stands, dressing rooms, a score board and groomed grass. We got beat 45-0 and were NEVER in contention!.
The other truly strong memory I have is of the practises. In Bantam football our coach was named Doug Strachan. He liked to make us work – Hard! I always hated running, but here I was doing laps with full football gear on and then running wind sprints. I thought my guts were going to come out my mouth!
Strange, but we hit harder in practises than we ever did in games. There were a number of drills which gave us the opportunity to lay some really wicked crunches on our team mates.
One was called “closing the door”. The coach would lay two tackling dummies about 5 yards apart. The backs would line up on one side and the lineman on the other. The back would be tossed a ball his objective was to run through the “door” (the tackling dummies). The lineman’s objective; “close the door”. Now just think about 15 and 16 year old pubescent males, with hormones going crazy, being given the opportunity to hammer each other. There we some crazy hits and I saw a number of guys carried out of the way so the next two could go at it.
Another drill was “catch the pig”. This was most fun just after a rain. The coach would find the wettest, muddiest spot on the field. Again, the back on one side, the lineman on the other. The football was tossed into the mud and two guys had to scramble for it. The winner was the guy who came up with the ball.
The “gauntlet” was usually a disciplinary drill. If some players were goofing off, or not putting in the effort the coach wanted he would line up the team in two lines, about three apart. Then the chosen kid would be given the football and told to run through the two lines. Everyone of us could take one shot at the play. Since I was one of the shortest player that time (everyone had a growth spurt and I never did) I would usually plant my helmet in the mid section just below the shoulder pads. It was always rewarding the hear the “ugh” as the wind was taken out of the poor sap.
Eventually football lost it’s lustre. During my final year the Dutchess Park team finally became competitive and started to beat us. This really pissed the coach off, cause he thought we should never loose. After one particularly brutal game he marched into the dressing and announced that no one was to take off their equipment. We were all going back on the field for a full contact practise. This was late November and it was bloody cold out there and he really put us through.
Practises stopped being fun. The coach became more of jerk than a mentor.
He also introduced some more complex blocking patterns. Two of them required the offensive centre (me) to pull out of my position and block either the defensive tackle or end. In the cross block, the guard was to move first, then I would follow behind him and hit the defensive tackle. By crossing we got better angles on the defensive player. In the other I pulled out from my position, the offensive guard and tackle blocked down and I was to hit the defensive end as he came into the back field (presumable thinking he was going to get a free run at the QB). The full back was to follow me through the opening I created.
Now consider this - in both of these plays I was the trailing blocker and was getting small relative to my team mates and I was not too quick on my feet.
So I remember getting run over or spiked in the back of legs many times by a full back who over six feet tall and probably 170 lbs, while I was maybe 5’4”/ 140 lbs. Not a lot of fun!
The “straw that broke the camel’s back was one game when I came up to the line I took a moment to look around. The defensive nose guard in front of me was at least six feet tall and I was looking directly into his chest. When I looked at the guards on either side of me I couldn’t see over their shoulder pads. I was at least a head shorter than everyone.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out when you are in the wrong sport.
But I enjoyed the years I played. It kept me shape, it taught me discipline, it introduced me to the importance of team work and allowed me to be part of a special group. So the reminiscing I do about football bring back very special memories and feelings. Although I have no desire to put the football pads on again. I still have bruises from the practise drills.
October 30 The Power of LaughterI have made it my mission to make store cashiers that I come in contact with laugh before I leave the store. Unfortunately it is often at the expense of my lovely wife Stacey!
Why? Because the power of laughter is wonderful and cashiers have to deal with people, grumpy or otherwise, all day who all too often don’t even acknowledge their existence and I’ve always had a desire to be a stand up comic.
Oh look there’s ball…..I have a friend from Saint John who has gone back to school to be a stand up comic. Seriously, there is a college course at Humber that teaches how to be a stand up comic. That is wonderful and I would love to do something like that. So John Mazerolle good luck and best wishes to you. You have far more determination and courage than I will ever have.
And I hope John has a wonderfully successful career. He is a very wonderful and funny writer but to transition that to the stage is big leap. For his courage and perseverance I applaud him.
For me, (back on the main track…..) I’ll take my small step and do it to a limited audience in the grocery or drug store line-up, which is probably better than the police line up. “so did you hear the one about the cop who……”, yeah I don’t think that would work to well.
I’m really lucky. My very wonderful wife Stacey is often the foil for my jokes. But she laughs along and has, without words, given me permission to be the goofy self I love to be.
Take yesterday for example. We were in Shoppers Drug Mart. She lined up in the cash line, and soon several people lined up behind her. I was entertaining Bethany with the Halloween toys and eventually wondered to where Stacey was standing in line. Of course right there in front of everyone, in all it glory and colour, are all those wonderfully stimulating and intellectually challenging tabloids. I stood several feet away from Stacey and loudly asked her; “OK, let’s see which celebrity is having an affair with an alien this week!” and then followed up with “oh look, another story about Brad and Angelie, I’m so excited.” My voice dripping with all the sarcasm I could mustard.
The lady behind Stacey immediately started to chuckle…oh I had a live (and susceptible) audience and that’s all I need. Slipping beside Stacey as she rang our purchases through I did a “politically incorrect” British accent, poking fun at the Halloween decorations, and then the cashier asked Stacey the all important question “do you have an Optimum Card?”
Knowing full well she does I promptly asked where it was. Stacey pulled out her wallet, to which I (again louder than necessary) announce, “What you don’t have it out already?” The cashier flashed a grin, the lady behind Stacey had a look of mixed shock (what the hell is he saying) and amusement (why doesn’t she have Optimum Card out?)
Stacey went for her purse to find it, but it wasn’t in the “normal” spot so she was now searching. “you mean you are going to make all these people wait while you search for your card?”. I thought the cashier was going to go for cover.
Now every male knows a women’s purse is like a black hole for all things. Stacey begins digging. I peer over her shoulder and say “you know you are just like the little old ladies who wait for the last minute to find the exact change”. Switching voice I say ‘just a sec, I know it here is somewhere, yes, here it is, 25, 30, 40 cents…..”. I thought the cashier was going to pee herself. The lady behind Stacey was now outright laughing.
And thank goodness for the wonderful person Stacey is. She begins laughing right along and looks at me and dead pans “you are such an ass!”
“A good one” I promptly reply.
That is one of the many wonderful things I love about Stacey. She lets me be goofy, plays the straight man (er person) and never complains. Then as we walk away from the cashier she takes out her mitten (it is getting cold here) and promptly begins to “beat” me with it all the way out of the store and repeats “you are such an smart ass”. Of course all of that is spoken through her streams of laughter and chuckles from those we’ve left behind.
Later on we get to a book store and are browsing. Stacey loves books and devours them like nobody I know, so this is like being in a candy store. She is lost in her world of titles and authors trying to figure out which LA Bank novel she hasn’t got yet.
I’m wondering aimlessly around the store, hands in pocket, just looking. The young man behind the counter quietly asks “Can I help you?”
My reply, “No I’m with her” and I point directly at Stacey, who, upon hearing her name looks up inquisitively. “But don’t tell her,” I say after an appropriate pause, “she doesn’t know I’m stalking her.”
The clerk chuckled and Stacey immediately followed with “oh he is such a dumb ass”.
And my mission is complete! I have made the mundane work of a couple of clerks at least a little more lively. I have made people laugh, which is so wonderful. Maybe that is part of the reason John is taking on the Comics course. Who knows.
And again I have to say how much I love my fabulous wife Stacey. She allows me and encourages me to be me (whether that is a smart or dumb ass), and act as goofy and zany as I want to be. And she laughs at my jokes.
So to each of you who might read this; the next time you are in a cashiers line up, don’t just ignore the poor soul who is robbing you. Get them to laugh and let your comedic self shine through.
Happy Halloween every. I hope you have a spooktacular evening. October 09 Elections!In Canada we have an election coming up real soon! Like Tuesday soon. Oh it is not as exciting as the US election. We don’t have a visible minority leading one of the parties, or a potential Playboy Bunny as a Vice President candidate.
No we are doing it in the normal boring Canadian way….we have a geek, with the emotional range of Mr. Spock; a dweeb who can really only speak one of our official languages and a bald headed middle aged guy who sees himself as a bit of a rebel without a clue.
WAIT! We do have a woman leading one of the parties, but they have no elected members, limited appeal with the populace and even more limited budget to run the election. OH AND I almost forgot. We have an aging separatist who is now torn between collecting his substantial pension from Ottawa and leading a potential be third world country.
I actually want to make up a political sign for my front lawn. It would have every party’s logo on it and big black letters across the placard it would read;
IT DOESN’T REALLY MATTER!
Sad, but true. No matter who gets elected to lead this nation I don’t think the average person would see much change. The bureaucracy would stifle them. Those who really run the country would see to it that the status quo was not upset and the true power base not altered. The rich will get richer and the rest of us will pay their taxes and higher gas prices.
Come to think of it, we are not that much different from the US. Except they have more interesting candidates, who like to spread more mud and BS. And they have to be more worried about someone trying to blow their heads off. Yes it would be wonderful to live in a country where assault rifles are welcome and the whackos who own them seen as heroes of the country’s independence!
So everyone get out and vote on Tuesday. Your vote almost matters! October 08 The SniperThe young Canadian Private scrambled for cover behind the blown wall of the historic city. Dusk was settling in.
“Damn it” he screamed under his breath, barely hearing himself over the pounding of his racing heart.
A road side bomb had destroyed the APV he had been riding in. He scanned the area, remembering the training he received just a week before. “Watch out for snipers! They like to use snipers to pick off any who survive”.
He checked himself out. Nothing broken, a small amount of blood dripped from his nose. It was the damn ringing in his ears that was driving him crazy. And just above the ring he could hear the moans of a fellow soldier. Looking back at the mangled hunk of steel he had just been riding in he could see an arm, but just the arm, nothing else. The moaning soldier lay 3 meters from the wreckage, covered in blood, but alive. Smoke and flames rose from the APV.
“Stay down!” the young soldier yelled. “Keep quiet while I check the perimeter”. His eyes surveyed the terrain.
It was so familiar. His family had visited “The Plains of Abraham” when he was a teenager. His father told him all the history that created his country. Hell, he had even played hockey in this city not two years before. Now here he was, fighting for his life in what remained of “Old Quebec City”.
The Plains of Abraham were in front of him, the old Citadel lay in ruins behind him. It was bombed out the previous week as his unit rooted out the rebels. “Freedom Fighters” they called themselves. Heroes to many in Quebec, reviled by the Canadian Government, ignored by many in the rest of the country. “How the hell did we get into this mess?” His father’s question reverberated in the young soldier’s mind. Politicians spending too much talking about issues and not enough solving the problems. Allowing an undercurrent of discontent to grow and totally ignoring a growing anger and resentment of a society isolated by history, with feelings of absolute hatred towards an “occupier” who subverted and systematically destroyed their culture. At least that was the rhetoric of the young militants who had rallied enough support to begin a revolution.
None of that mattered. Right now he had to find a way to survive.
The sound of movement startled him. The turret of the personnel carrier slowly opened and smoke poured out. His Corporal began to climb out. “What is he doing?” thought the Private. But the Corporal was disoriented, blood streamed down his face and the prospect of burning to death drove him to ignore training.
“Get your head back into the Lynx….” The bullet beat his words to the Corporal.
The body of the man jerked violently as the whistling sound of a bullet passed over the young Private’s head. “SHIT!”. The body went limp, draped face down on the APV. Flames engulfed it.
“Where is that son of a bitch!?” The young Private’s head snapped in the opposite direction and captured a shadow moving in the distance. “How fitting, the bastard is using the Wolfe Monument as cover!”.
Training took over. Fear was no where to be found. He moved quickly and quietly as he manoeuvred into position. The enemy was out there, he just had to find him. Using the brush as cover, he approached the enemy’s position. Looking back he could see the burning APV. It seemed so far away and he had covered a lot of ground in a short time.
Just ahead was the Wolfe Monument. The young Canadian Private raised his weapon and peered through the sight. There he was, standing behind the monument, his sniper rifle still pointed at the APV. The crosshairs of the Privates weapon focused just behind the sniper’s left ear. “He has no clue I’m here or that his life is about to end” The Private squeezed the trigger and a bullet exploded from the weapon.
The young private moved cautiously towards his fallen prey. “Would there be others around here?” The sound of Canadian troops and armoured vehicles swarming the area made that unlikely. The body lay face down in a growing pool of blood. He moved to stand over it. He gasped for air as he turned the body over. “Rene! Oh Shit”. It was his defence partner. They had played together on the same Junior A hockey team that visited Quebec City just two years earlier.
The Young Canadian Private stood frozen. His shoulders drooped, the butt of his gun touched the ground. In a haze he began to walk away, his gun dragging behind him. “How the hell did we get into this mess?” October 03 I'm Going To Vote NDP!“What the…..?? Where did that come from?”
I’m working out on the cross trainer at the gym, my MP3 is shuffling through my favourite rock sounds and my thoughts are on the way my legs and lungs are feeling. Suddenly I’m struck with an epiphany “I’m going to vote NDP in the upcoming election”. “Now wait just a dog gone minute! You have never voted NDP!” In fact I’ve always seen myself as a centrist on social programs and more conservative on economics. AND I lived through the Dave Barrett NDP “experiment” in BC in the 70’s and that was a total disaster. Even the Bob Rae term in Ontario wasn’t that great from what I’ve heard. I have a business degree and have been in business all my career (oh wait, that is what has tainted some of my perspective of late) So where is this coming from? It is coming from the fact that I am so totally fed up with the Liberals and Conservatives that I had been telling myself I was not going to vote in this election. But my conscious kept repeating “If you don’t vote you don’t have a right to complain later” And I do so like to complain about politicians. Both the Liberals and Conservatives have proven that they don’t care about the average Canadian. The Liberal history is one of Political Cronyism (just look at the Senate) and arrogance (I point to both Pierre Trudeau and Jean Chretien), while the Conservative history is full of political patronage. AND both parties have had their share of corruption and scandal. What I find so humorous is that the party in power might change, but I don’t see a huge change in the lives of the average Canadian. The only thing that happens is that what the Liberals once supported, they now condemn and what the Conservatives once criticized they now implement (does anybody remember under which government our troops were committed into Afghanistan?) The Conservatives have proven to be sell outs to the corporate world and self serving. During the Mulroney years we saw more scandal and corruption than ever and I just don’t trust Harper at all. He appears to be the type who would sell us down the river for the sake of his Bay Street or Calgary Banker and Lawyer friends. I am also finding the older I get the more social conscience I’ve become. I do not trust corporations, who are raping and pillaging the economy, while padding the pockets of executives and board of directors. We are seeing an ever increasing gap between the rich and poor in Canada and more and more the middle class is being pushed to the poor end of the scale. Corporations will do anything to separate you from your money, even if that means making you feel inferior if you don’t have something, or providing easy credit when it is obvious there is not enough cash flow or discipline to pay it back. I find it so hard to believe that Mr. Harper would call himself a Christian, when it appears he has so little compassion for the working poor. A Christian is always taught to reach down and help those less fortunate. But Mr. Harper’s policies continue to support corporations who are creating an entirely new class of working poor. We are seeing more and more part-time jobs, without benefits. People need to work two or three jobs just to stay above the poverty line. Here is one of my dilemmas. I do not support an open ended welfare system. I believe there are too many lazy people who will abuse it. But we need to do something that will create jobs that offer the opportunity for people to make a decent living. Not just exist while the CEO’s of these organization take home multi-million dollar bonuses. I hope Bank Execs are listing. Another challenge I have is that I don’t know enough about the Green Party to vote for them. So I am left with Jack Layton and the NDP. What I heard about the NDP platform sounds good. Use gas tax revenue to invest public transit. Great idea! Those rich jerks who insist on driving gas guzzling SUVs should help create a system where the single mom who can’t afford a car can get to and from her minimum wage job. I need to look at the entire NDP platform in more detail. I’m not a “soft on crime” guy, but would like more effort put into the root social causes for the problems of gang violence, rather than just open up more jails. The youth justice system needs to be over hauled and the youth needs to be accountable for their actions. I would like to see the Senate abolished or at the very least made accountable to the people of Canada. Too bad for the liberal and conservative cronies who will loose their retirement home. Judges need to be held accountable if they screw-up. And let’s get rid of the Monarchy. What value does all of the pomp, circumstances and trappings of that bring to us?. Tradition be damned! If it doesn’t make economic sense then there is not sense having it. I’m going to vote NDP. I NEVER thought I would hear myself saying that. But given the alternatives and since they are not likely to form the government at least I’ll have the right to complain against the next lying self-serving Prime Minister who is elected. Finally I leave with Greg's two truths about every politician:
October 02 Two Words – Hedonism and GreedUnless you are a hermit you have heard that the economy is in teetering . Lending institutions in the United States are in trouble, the financial markets are melting down, investors are getting “nervous” (yeah right!) and the free market now needs government intervention to keep it from collapsing on the average person. With the US markets in turmoil the world markets are feeling the ripples. AND I know why!
Anyone who has taken an introductory University Economics and Psychology course will know the reasons for this melt down. It comes down to two words:
1. Hedonism - the doctrine that pleasure or happiness is the highest good. And devotion to pleasure is a way of life
2. Greed - excessive or rapacious desire, especially for wealth or possessions. (isn’t it ironic that the website I used for the definition brought up a “Future Shop” ad).
I have for many years been telling anyone who would listen, which usually meant friends during a beer induced rant, that we live in an all too consumer driven economy. People have no sense of what is realistic. Society has become far to hedonistic in its approach to living. The pursuit of pleasure meant if people wanted something, they would get it now, no matter the cost or whether they had the money to afford it. The big SUV, the big house, the fancy cloths, the shoes, the latest and greatest electronic gadgets were all purchased and usually on credit.
Society lost the concept of restraint or living within their means. “Don’t pay” events, “we’ll pay your first payment”, “No money – no problem” events allowed people to buy without consideration of having to pay for this crap. They could get what ever they wanted or felt they needed to fit into the “in crowd”. But why do we need bigger vehicles or that mansion? Does anyone REALLY need an iPhone? If yes, why?
“Greed” applies to corporations who, driven by the profit motive, have introduced a plethora of products that serve no purpose other than to make an individual feel special. And if that person couldn’t afford it, no problem! They sold the “paper” to another company who would make exorbitant profits off the usury interest levels they charge the idiots who felt they needed something bigger, better or best.
This of course drove demand, which created jobs, which created “wealth”, which created the desire to have more, better, bigger and the cycle continued.
As long as consumers could afford to make the interest payments then all was well. But if there was a hick-up in the system and they got behind, then watch out.
Corporations will fall back on the axiom that they never held a gun to anyone’s head to make them buy. But that is a cop out. Corporations have spent gobs of money on understanding what are the “triggers” that make people buy. They create ads that make people feel they need an iPhone to be cool, or without the designer cloths they are worthless. They do database compiling along with psychographic profiling to figure out exactly how to “increase their share of the consumer’s wallet”. AND then spend billions on advertising to convince people that they need what it being sold.
And then there are the lending institutions that allowed consumers to borrow far beyond what they could afford to pay back. These corporations seriously need to look at their motives. Bank and finance executives for years have taken obscene bonuses, while the average person was collapsing under a growing crush of credit.
Did these institution realize what they were doing to the common person? If you answer no, then you are more naive than I ever give you credit for.
Psychology 101 – people will pursue happiness (hedonism)
Economics 101 – people will seek to maximize their return on investment (greed).
And remember, “there is a sucker born every minute” and two who are willing to sell to them….
In simplest terms the current economic crisis was been created by people’s desire to have more then they can afford and corporation’s willingness to sell, or lend money, to people who cannot afford what they are buying.
Once those who cannot afford to buy, cannot afford to pay, those who lend are left with huge problems. They are holding the paper on a bunch of “stuff” that no one else can afford to buy. So they tighten up on the lending.
When the supply of money tightens up, then the hedonistic society cannot get the money to buy the “stuff, they really don’t need. AND they may “turn back” that which they can not pay for.
The supply of “stuff” (houses, fancy cars, electronic, etc) increases and the value of those goods decreases, manufactures stop producing “stuff” because the market (of idiots willing to buy) has dried up.
The domino effect takes over and the system collapses on itself. All because of hedonism and greed.
Unfortunately my cynical self does not see a solution in the future. The memory of society is very short and soon those hedonistic people (the suckers) will be buying again and the cycle will start all over again.
Oh, and in this situation there are also the maggots who will seek to profit from the collapse. The auction houses, the repossession companies, the CEOs of major lending institutions who will get billions in government handouts to protect those obscene bonuses they paid themselves.
Take it from a cynical realist – we are in trouble and we only have ourselves to blame for our troubles. Every one of us is either a consumer or someone trying to sell something. Are you spending beyond your means? Is what you are selling truly filling a consumer’s wants and needs, without artificially making them feel inferior if they don’t have it? May 19 A Question of FaithFor nearly forty years of my life I didn’t believe in much. As long as I can remember I have been cynical about life, institutions and definitely religion. I can’t say I ever had a “belief” or system of faith. When I was going through college and university I would describe myself as an “existentialist” or one who embraces “diverse doctrines but centering on analysis of individual existence in an unfathomable universe and the plight of the individual who must assume ultimate responsibility for acts of free will without any certain knowledge of what is right or wrong or good or bad.” (www.merriam-webster.com)
Later I would have described myself as “agnostic” – “a person who holds the view that any ultimate reality (as God) is unknown and probably unknowable; broadly : one who is not committed to believing in either the existence or the nonexistence of God or a god” (www.merriam-webster.com)
In my teens I tried to read the bible, but found it difficult. I always believed in most of the social values that Christianity expressed. The loving, caring, respecting of others, being honest and forthright have always been important to me.
But I never believed in a TRUTH. I never committed to anything.
Then just before I turned 40 I began to seek and ask question in earnest. My first wife had gone to church for years and I made sure my daughters were exposed to the Christian values I believed in. It was through my wife’s involvement in a church that I began attending and met a fantastic man who became a great friend, mentor and teacher. Pastor Gord had an enormous impact on my life. He listened carefully to my questions. If he couldn’t answer them right way he sought out the answers. And he explained Christianity in a way that made sense. He got me to read a book called “The Case For Christ” by Lee Strobel.
Things were becoming clear, it felt comfortable and eventually if felt right to accept Jesus as my personal saviour. I believe it was during my 40th year that I was baptized.
Being a Christian was great. I met some of the best, most genuine people I have ever known.
Me, as a person, didn’t change that much mostly because I didn’t have any great skeletons in my closets to clean up. The major change in my life was that I began attending church and studying the bible with fellow Christians.
And it was those relationship with friends, fellow Christians and the church that gave me the support and strength to get through was going to be a very tumultuous six years of my life. In 2000, I was downsized from TELUS and that led a series of moves that saw me drag my family across the country; there were extended periods of unemployment; significant moments of depression and suicidal thoughts; and ultimately the break up of my marriage. Through all of that turmoil I was supported, comforted and helped by my beliefs, my faith and the Christians who surrounded me. I used to joke that God must of known what was coming in my life and that is why he called me to Christianity when he did.
But there has always been this underlying questioning. Some of the bible stories seem improbable. You could only accept them as fact if you had absolute and unquestioning faith. But my cynicism continues to haunt me and I always question what I see or hear. Even the Lee Strobel book left me with questions, because his arguments and support of the bible as historic events were based on discussions with biblical scholars, who had a definite perspective and reason for wanting the bible to be historic. No where did Strobel engage non Christian anthropologists, archaeologists or historians to gain support for his theories or hypothesis.
I also had trouble with some of the doctrines of the church. I believe in a woman’s right to choose an abortion (although find the use of it as birth control repulsive) and I believe in assisted suicide when someone’s quality of life is not longer acceptable to them. So, how could I accept some parts of the Christian ways and not others. After all, the doctrine does present an absolute, black or white argument. And as someone who lives in the grey areas of life, I struggled with that.
Now I have read a book that throws my entire belief and faith system into doubt. It has taken me back 10 years.
“The Pagan Christ” by Tom Harpur presents a very interesting and compelling argument that much of Christianity is drawn from Egyptian lore and tales. According to Harpur’s sources, the Bible stories were written as allegories, entirely with symbolism drawn from Egyptian mythology about their gods. None of it, including the life of Jesus is actual history.
According to Harpur, early church founders literalized the Bible and presented it as history because the uneducated masses could not comprehend the symbolism of the stories and needed to believe it was absolute history in order to grow the Christian church. Even more audacious is the claim that the Christian Church in 200 and 300 AD, propagated a systematic campaign to wipe out all references to the Egyptian mythology and their by affirming their history as real. There are claims of mass book burnings where entire collection of ancient writings were wiped out by early church zealots. The theory is very Orwellian; if you control the literature of today, you can re-write history and dictate the beliefs of the masses going forward.
Now several Christian Apologist I have read out right dismiss Harpur as a crank and claim that his three main sources are not credible or authorities on the issues at all. But aside from the personal shots they take at the authors and scholars, there is some plausibility to the counter claims made.
I am not going to be able to read or understand the source documents for all of this. And God knows I’m not intellectual enough to wade through the many volumes written by scholars on all manner of topics related to this. So I am left to rely on the interpretations of those more intelligent than me. But who should I believe? I guess it comes down to a matter of faith and that’s how I’ve maintained my perspective for the last 10 years. I needed something to believe in and to hang on to. I always said “If I’m wrong, the worst is that I’ve lived my life as good person, with strong morale values. If I’m right I can look forward to an eternity in heaven with God”.
But as a cynic, who holds little faith in the institutions of mankind (whether it be political, economic, religious or educational), this creates a huge challenge and I am finding it harder and harder to maintain my faith.
The more I learn about the history of Christianity the more I realize that mankind has distorted it, perverted it and used it to keep the masses under control or justify some of the most horrific human atrocities ever recorded.
The bible was put together by conferences of MEN, as the church was forming. It has been translated by MEN so many times that the original meanings of the words have been lost and skewed. And it has been interpreted so many different ways that it can justify or crucify the actions of a man.
So I struggle. My greatest fear is that I will loose the wonderful friendships I’ve made with Christians, because I am questioning the doctrine and the Christian version of truth. But through all of this, I will remain true to myself. Deep down I am the same person I was before I turned 40, while I was in my 40’s and now as I turn 50.
Whether I call myself a Christian or not, should not define me. My values, the way I treat others, the legacy I leave my children and the planet should be what defines me.
And for now, my search continues…………….. March 21 Now that was a nice complimentI received one of those male ego building compliments this week and in a act of blatant self promotion I am going to share it! This was particularly nice to get as it came after I had written my previous blog about feeling old.
Just getting back from my first outdoor 5 km run of the season (and it felt great), I headed to the area of the gym where I do my cool down stretching. That is very important to do so your muscles don’t cramp up and you can actually walk away from the event.
I set my mat down right beside a lady I know from work who was doing AB exercises. As I slowly moved my weary body on to the mat, I made a smart aleck comment like “I’m getting too old for this” to which the lady replied “yeah and imagine if you were as old as me.”
I was dumbfounded by this comment, because I didn’t think she was anywhere near as old as me.
I chuckled as I said to her, “I don’t think so K…, I turn 50 in September, so I don’t think you are older than me.”
The look on her face was of total astonishment and wonder. She seemed to take a second look and gulp some air. Her next comment was wonderful; “yeah I guess you’re right, I’m only 43. I would never have taken you for that old”.
Yes, that made me feel real good. Almost 50, able to run 5 KM and still have people think I’m in my late 30’s or early 40’s. Not bad for an old guy!
I hope you have a great long weekend. March 15 Aging is interestingAging is an interesting phenomena. Yes, that is the best way I can describe it.
In six months I turn 50. WHAT? HOW MUCH? When did that happen?
In my mind if still feel like the young kid coming out of university, who didn’t have clue what he wanted to do with his life. I have memories that are so vivid they seem like they happened yesterday of events that are now 20 or 30 years old. In many situations I’m dealing with people who are too young enough to remember the death of John Lennon, let alone remember the night the Beatles played “The Ed Sullivan” show”.
But physically I am beginning to understand the concept of aging. I am in better shape now than I have been those 20 or 30 years I mentioned above, but the creaks and pains of old age are catching up.
My lower back gets stiff and sore at time. The physiotherapist tells me it is an aging thing.
My bi-focal glasses don’t seem to focus as well as they use to. Or is it the font on the new computers is getting smaller ;).
And now I’m beginning to have pain in my hand knuckles that I worry it is the early stages of arthritis. I was just doing my laundry and ironing and it was tough to hold the detergent bottle while pouring from it and gripping the iron caused discomfort.
So despite the fact I can run 5 KM in under 30 minutes, or bench press 150 lbs, my body is telling me, in no uncertain terms that I am getting old! And I am not happy about that.
But I shouldn’t complain. I am very healthy, in good shape and have better strength and stamina than many men 1/2 my age. I should be good for at least another 25 years and that’s a good thing, cause that is what I promised Stacey when she agreed to marry me!
I’ve heard it said that youth is wasted on the young! How true. With age comes wisdom and a perspective that the young just don’t get. Now that I understand things better I could have lots of fun, but my body just won’t let me enjoy myself sometimes.
Actually my biggest fear about turning 50 is the party I may have to participate in. My wife’s family is wonderful and I love them dearly, but they are practical jokers extraordinary, and I can just imagine the wonderful things they will have for me on that day. But Stacey’s dad has to be careful – he turns 50 after me and so I have a chance to get back at him ;)! |
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