Très Big Rant . . .

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Well, I admit, yesterday's post was a tiny wee bet of a rant, there's no denying it. Sometimes it just seems to do a world of good to blow off some steam, and let things hang out a little in the wind, without necessarily getting to be four sheets to the wind in the process.
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But there is alot to rant about these days. And far better to rant a little with a few words on a blog than to rant with explosives and bullets, as a few too many people for my liking are doing these days in many places around the world. Where are all these explosives and bullets and guns and sick people coming from, anyway ??? Now that could be the subject of a long rant ! In fact, there are many subjects that keep coming unfortunately to our collective attention that are well worthy of some major ranting and raving about, and they just don't seem to want to let themselves be flushed away, as I suggested we should do in the post just below this one with things that need and ought to be forgotten.
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Violent gangs with literally thousands of members stretching from Central America to the good old USA, bearing drugs and guns and tons of dirty dollars, covered with tatoos about their latest murders. A french film-maker was murdered in Central America recently after having just completed a major film about violent gangs. Some sort of twisted poetic justice there. Human rights advocates being murdered in Russia. Bombs going off in Iraq. Heroin pouring out of Afghanistan in greater quantities than ever before despite the multi-national military presence there, funding further mayhem. Piracy on the high seas. Failed or failing governments. Entire countries in total chaos. The human race multiplying like crazed rabbits with no end in sight and visions of riches when in fact misery is in store for most. Workplace angst due to economic woes of a magnitude never known, banks continue to fail, financial fascists turn corporate cultures to fear and loathing, driven by greed, greed, and more greed. Bernie Madoff made off with the big bucks, Dick Feld bought himself hundreds of millions of dollars of personal real estate while bankrupting his bank. While us little people pay interest on mortgages out the wazoo, strangling us, leaving next to nothing for the future. . . but as Leonard Cohen said, I can see the future brother, and it is murder . . .
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So yes, there is much to rant and rave about, and I could go on for hours like that once I get on a roll. But I don't want to bore you to tears either. You know about all those things, and more. We all have our own private little visions of hell. Like Rimbaud, in a Season in Hell. But it is up to us to shut those visions away, or flush them away, and build a vision of peace and joy and reason.
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One place that gives off great waves of peace and radiant light is a simply beautiful blog I stumbled on a while back . . . please do take a detour around to say "howdy" to Clo at Photos Sans Cible, her latest series of autumnal photos are stunning . . . looking at those beautiful images, I can almost forget what it was I was meaning to do a Très Big Rant about . . .
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