Prime's Worm Hole : There's No Place Like Home

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

There's No Place Like Home

At first glance, I have noticed a common thread being pushed by the media daily. That meme is the working from home successes. Headlines and article banners that are consistently reading.

"Being Home: The New Normal."

"Those Who Work From Home, Are More Productive."

""Employers Find That Working From Home Works."

"Working From Home, Robots & Automation To Replace People."

"Working From Home, Means Less Pollution."

'"As More Work From Home, The Earth Breathes Again."

Now ask yourself this. How are plumbers and electricians and HVAC techs and roofers and landscapers going to pull that off.

Yeah, they can theoretically replace the burger flippers with kiosk and automation? But what about the waitresses and the bartenders? What are the restaurants and bars going to do. Install Star Trek replicators? And who the hell would want to go out to dinner or meet friends for a few beers in an atmosphere like that.

What about hotel house keeping. What about auto service centers. Linemen and those required to install and repair and service cell towers and services. What about barbers and hair dressers and nail salons. Oh! Almost forgot. What say we try public safety and healthcare from home.

My point, there are a myriad of jobs out there, that cannot be done while working at home. And there are many many others, that simply do not afford that capability, because the support logistics are not in place at home..

And when we do go back to work as a nation, and we try to get this lumbering wounded animal of an economy back on its feet again? Don't expect a marathon runner. Our economy will trudge forward, more like an old and decrepit fossil on a walker. Our economy will be will be far less than the functional and competitive machine that it once was. And look for China and others to take advantage, if we allow them too. They are waiting in the wings right now, to pick our bones.

So the next time you see or hear one of your friends with the exasperated exclamation of "Let's just get things back to normal!" Remember this. There is no normal to get back to. Normal? is what got us into this position to begin with. Normal is not what we want to go back to, because our previous normal, denoted abject irresponsibility and set the stage for our present economic and emotional depression.

Therefore, the new normal? Must be a normal where individual responsibility becomes the guiding principle of every American. Discerning, thinking Americans. That is what will be needed. Those willing to cull the cheap and the faux from their lives. Those willing to invest in substance and principle. But have no fear, as the powers that be and their globalist handlers, will step forward immediately to salve the bruised and battered souls of the conquered and recently defeated.

The powers that be and their collusive media, will want to gather their aphids and herd them back into their Matrix of hive existence. And they will want to do that, just as soon as they can. Only this time? They will want to plug in more control and less waking consciousness. And they will add more and more socialist enticements and promises to the daily feedings.

So, is there really no place like Home?

In truth, home is just a metaphor that anchors our thoughts in the finale analysis.

Home is what we make it. Or what we make of it. Until we abdicate that responsibility to others. And if we do? They will decide what our home is and what our home looks like and who is allowed to exist there.

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Prime's Worm hole

This is a place for me to muse about the issues that affect our world. My world and my country and my life in particular. I can say what I want to here and those who may stumble across my musings, are welcome to comment,or not. America is under siege. Everything this nation has ever represented, is now being torn asunder and crushed by the onslaught of egalitarian socialism. All morals and social values have been devolved into the belief that systemic racism, is the only underlying cause or reason for any societal ills in America. And that representation, is nothing but a Trojan Horse argument. A means of getting the egalitarian camel's nose into the tent. And now that it has been inserted? There is mayhem and anarchy and burning and looting all across America. And the only questions that remains to be asked and answered? Are these. When is enough enough and when will the American people call full stop and take the law into their own hands, to repel this socialist based attack on the Constitution and our personal freedoms.

Thinking

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then -- just to loosen up and be a part of the crowd.
Inevitably, though, one thought led to another and soon I was more than just a social thinker.

I began to think alone -- "to relax", I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true.
Thinking became more and more important to me and finally I was thinking all the time.

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't help myself.

I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."

"Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!" "But Honey, surely it's not that serious." "It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver.

"You think as much as college professors and college professors don't make that much money, so if you keep on thinking, we won't have any money!"
She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama.

"I'm going to the library," I snarled
I headed for the library, in the mood for some John Locke. I roared into the parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors.

They didn't open. The library was closed.

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night.

Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Emerson, a poster caught my eye, "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked.

This is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker.

I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.

Today I took the final step...I joined the Democratic Party

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If you are able,
save them a place
inside of you
and save one backward glance
when you are leaving
for the places they can
no longer go.
Be not ashamed to say
you loved them,
though you may
or may not have always.
Take what they have left
and what they have taught you
with their dying
and keep it with your own.
And in that time
when men decide and feel safe
to call the war insane,
take one moment to embrace
those gentle heroes
you left behind.

Major Michael Davis O'Donnell
1 January 1970
Dak To, Vietnam

Captain Michael O'Donnell was lost in Cambodia on March 24 1970, while flying a UH1 rescue helicopter, trying to rescue an eight man LRRP team under attack in Cambodia. He was listed as MIA along with the eight he had attempted to rescue after his UH1 Huey was shot down by enemy fire. The official military report listed the eight as shot down 'non survivable' and 'non recoverable.'

Michael O'Donnell was submitted for the Congressional Medal of Honor for his actions that day. He was awarded the Distinguished flying cross, the Bronze Star, The Air Medal and The Purple Heart and he was promoted to the rank of Major (posthumously).

In 1978 he was officially listed as KIA by the Department of Defense.

A little about the philosophy of the author

The Borg Conspiracy is one man's purely pedestrian thoughts, independent musings and frequently cheeky commentaries...Mixed with an abundance of patriotism, love of God, and love of country.

My thoughts?

In my opinion........in another generation, all that will remain of our once great republic, may be little more than what is left to weather the passage of time in the form of a few obscure and forgotten monuments to the great American experiment.

If America should fail....let it be written as her epitaph.....died by her own hand. The greatest experiment in freedom ever undertaken, lost in the end to the pursuit of the illusion that egalitarian tolerance was more valuable than individual freedom.

Let us be warned.
Franklin, Payne, Jefferson. They all knew the consequences of the lack of vigilance and they tried to warn us. They gave us a document as our guide post. We were to guard it and revere it and use it to guide and govern our future and our posterity.

No one listened.