New years resolution: I resolve not to look at news websites unless URLs are forwarded to me.

I shall not browse, I shall not read the headlines, I shall not delve into sub-pages, for the whole thing is getting me down.

I have a stack of books I want to read right here and I’ll look at them instead.

…move on, nothing to see here…

It’s very late, but I just can’t get to sleep.

Things have been mulling through my head of late, partially because of the meditation, partially because of the purge-of-the-old from my life and partially because I can be a deep thinker.

And here’s what I think.

I’m sick to death of seeing and hearing about humanity’s inhumanity to everything else on this planet; Ruthless exploitation of other humans, of animals, of plant life, of land, of resources, of anything and everything. It’s all we do. We take. We’re greedy children who think the biccie jar is never going to be empty.

Stupid Humans is what we are.

We kill, murder and maim everything for profit of some kind: financial, personal, profit for our families, profit for our countries, our companies… humanity is slowly becoming psychopathic (was it ever anything else?)

This, not surprisingly, disturbs the members of the group that would prefer to have a planet to live on, and a few like-minded people around us into the future. We’d like to have somewhere to raise the kids, somewhere that we can grow old in dignity. We’d like somewhere that wasn’t constantly and consistently bombarded with images of fear, with information that told us we are worthless if we don’t use this underarm deoderant or that style of dress.

All we seem to do is kill, kill, kill. In the name of what? WMDs? Dictators? Repressive regimes? Invaders from without and within?  Profit?

It makes me sick and sad and depressed all at the same time.

This is what O’Brien meant when he said ‘…want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—for ever…’

It’s been said before, but I’ll repeat it: 1984 by George Orwell was intended as a horrifying warning NOT AS A FUCKING RULEBOOK!

And in amongst this, I’m also sick of the constant and unremitting greed of my fellow man. The Hummer ad on the side of a tram was the final sign of insanity for me: a petrol-guzzling converted army vehicle coveted by the very rich (and everyone else) because of its Status, plastered across the side of a public transport vehicle. I laughed the first time I saw it, 80% humour, 20% disgust, but now it’s 100% disgust.

I’m sick to death of hearing excuse-after-excuse for not just accepting what is flatly in front of our faces: that the oil is running out, that the water isn’t flowing the same as it was, that the climate is changing; that religion and obsession and arrogant superiority  and greed have caused us to rise to this lofty place and will ultimately be the end of us.

And you know, I do think there is a pretty good possibility of life on other planets in this universe.And you know what else I think?

I think they would rather see humanity die by its own hand than make contact with us. I don’t blame them in the slightest for this either.

Does that make me bad? Well, lock me up with the rest of the free-thinkers and dreamers. I’d rather be me than what society commands me to be.

Nothing like good news to herald (is that the right word? Perhaps it’s more christmassy. A better word would be… No, Herald will do for now) the new year:

What is it with news services? Not a skerrig, not a whiff of good news, news where someone hasn’t died, been maimed, inconvenienced… not even a single story where someone, anyone has had something pleasant happen.

I mean, yes report what’s happening in the world, but surely, somewhere there has to be something nice happening? Somewhere in this planet of a billion people or thereabouts, there has to be someone that hasn’t died, been maimed or inconvenienced (well, all right, I’ll admit that the prison escapees might be veering toward the positive side of things, but imagine the stress the buggers will be under)…

Moving on.

The point I’m making is related to a previous post about that “F” word. No, not that one, the other one. Same number of letters, not quite the same connotation (unless the “F” word you’re thinking of is used in a sentence with “You’re” at the beginning, an “ED” modifier added to said word, and “Mate” on the end).

Where was I?

Yes, feeding the cat.