I couldn’t get too worked up over Teddy Kennedy’s death – as I have looked at him as a murderer ever since Chappaquiddick (conspiracy theories aside). Whether he had to make sure that a potential Kennedy heir (his own child lodged in Mary Jo Kopechne) would not live – or, whether he truly braved river currents in a struggle for his own life – only to report the tragedy much later than a public servant should have – I have always thought that his years of public service (bolstered by the Kennedy millions) were the debt he owed humankind. Was Teddy that much different from OJ?
I used to tell my students that one sure shot at immortality was to have your children talk to their children, who would, in turn, talk to their children ABOUT you. But since I have my doubts as to whether my sons will ever care to talk about me in any glowing sense – I’m thinking that I do need to contribute some good, lasting form of art (preferably music) to ensure my shot at immortality.
I don’t think I want to be infamous…I’d much rather be famous…strange how sociopaths and psychopaths fare so well in history, though. This recent bastard, Garrido, (the one who kidnapped the ll-year-old-girl and forced her to become part of his very twisted perception of how things ought to be) might do well to be castrated and then have his dick shoved down his own mouth (without the benefit of anesthesia [I doubt very much that when the 11-year-old-girl he raped — had to give birth – that she had any pain killers]). I mean, we’re in a catastrophic economic mess here – and having no balls and no dick should keep this guy under control till he dies – rather than the tax payer keeping the idiot on the dole for another 30 years.
And I guess Garrido and Teddy K. put measuring a man (or woman) into focus for me: I guess my yardstick for measuring a person is: how many people does the-person-in-question fuck up?!
We all get our shot on this mortal coil – and I have to believe that most spirits get more-than-one-shot – because what’s the sense of being born into starvation, or AIDs, or in the midst of a civil war? Such spirits don’t get much of a chance to reach any potential whatsoever – so I think they’ve got to come round again.
But those spirits inhabiting human clay who prevent others from reaching a greater state of awareness – by forcing them into an emotional and cognitive slavery – are on the negative end of my greatness measuring continuum.
Great beings open up possibilities for folks who might otherwise have not had the opportunity to taste the beauty that this Life can offer, and, subsequently experience life in a more rewarding fashion than just “getting and spending” (Wordsworth). Great beings don’t need to silence their detractors, or engage in nepotism to maintain a bloodline. Great beings lift others to new heights of awareness.
Beware the puny men. Beware the detractors. Beware the destroyers and devourers – for they will use your blood and bone to further their self-serving agendas.
And for god’s sake, steer clear of the folks who say they have God on their side!