Be the squeaky wheel. If you see something wrong, don’t just ignore it. Say something about it, and keep saying something until it changes. Whether this is some process that infringes on your privacy, a job requirement that impedes your health, or another injustice, pursue it relentlessly. Ask questions publically, write letters, and use social media to bring pressure to encourage a change.
Please let me relate a personal experience of mine that adds NATURAL truth and validity to this assertion.
A government that preys upon the young, children, those most vulnerable and least able to cope, is beyond shameful.. it is evil.
Isn't that right Department of Education?
I suspect when most people think of a "treasure map" images of arcane recordings with key landmarks from where to start counting paces to the "X" where the treasure is buried come to mind. The treasure, of course, was something extremely valuable like lots of precious metals and jewels.
I remember stumbling across a treasure map years ago quite by accident. It was back in the 70's the beginning of my professional computer career. I was working as a main frame computer operator. Normally main frame computers are never shut off and run 24/7. It was at the end of a weekend shift we had instructions to turn off the main frame and shut it down. Unlike a PC one box with one button a main frame took almost 1/2 acre, or more, to house it all. There were component cabinets all over the place. To power up or down was a very specific sequence of 20~ steps you had to follow to accomplish it. I had never done it before but not to worry it is all clearly documented in the main frame manual. So I open the manual up to the relevant part and sure enough there is a diagram of the computer room and the layout of all it's components. Attached to component images were circled numbers starting at 1 where you could find all the power switches. Someone had hand written in pen a "Title" at the top of the diagram; "Treasure Island". Sure enough an "X" was marked in the room. Main frame computers sat on raised flooring. All connective wiring and cooling was under the floor. A refrigerator. There could have very well been a treasure under the floor there. A salami.. a six pack.. Such was the irreverence among computer staff long before PC's were even dreamed of.
Those are not the treasures I have in mind here. The treasure here is knowledge, understanding and insight that comes from the "X" itself.
What SANE person would not want to protect the environment? A healthy environment is after all essential, critical even, to our very own survival. The air goes bad, we all die. The water goes bad, we all die. The eco-sphere collapses, we all die. It truly is “Mother Earth” she nurtures and protects us providing what we all need to live. We kill her we kill us. It is that simple.
The EPA, like most anything and everything government, does not hold up to close examination. It does exactly the opposite of what you would expect it to be doing. You know.. “The Patriot Act.” All conveniently drafted and ready for passage into law just waiting for the scheduled and planned for weeks/months 9/11 event to occur so it would pass through congress without even being read. It would have never passed pre-9/11. It decimated the Bill of Rights. You just can't get much more “Patriotic” than that can you? It's “Patriotic”! What SANE person would not want to be patriotic? And they still to this day keep “renewing” it by the way. The label/title suggests one thing while the content does exactly the opposite.
Being able to "Feel" for other people around us is, in my estimation, one of the shining stars that define our very humanity. Coming to the aid of those around us "Feeling" their distress is particularly beautiful. We are out of control we have to do what ever we can do to help them.
A small frail old lady freaks out in a parking lot when she sees a man on a motorcycle tip over he is pinned under the bike. She runs in panic, completely out of control, to the man on the ground under the bike and tries desperately to lift the bike off him. She is actually in more distress than he is. It was my honor and privilege to arrive just in time, stop/park my car in the middle of the road and jump out, to pull her off the motorcycle before she actually hurt herself trying to do something impossible for her to do. Yet trying desperate she was none the less. Together the guy on the ground and myself were able to get the bike up off him. We were both worried about the old lady. He thanked me and I left my car was parked in the middle of the road. He then had to spend a bit of time thanking and placating the old lady that he was ok.
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