Apathy

Apathy is a pervasive trend in our society, a trend that is dangerous to the very foundations of our democratically elected and governed society where we live. We are lucky to have a vote. It does not cost anything, and it takes a relatively small amount to make an informed decision that can make a difference.

November 19^th is municipal/civic Election Day. On average, civic elections have the lowest turnout of the other levels of government. Sure, it is not as glamorous as federal elections, nor does it have the huge amounts of production and money involved. What civic elections do have, however, is heart and hope. There are new ideas and approaches from the individual opposed from the team of experts and those who are being minded by their party handlers. These people, who become elected through civic elections, become responsible for things that effect everyday life – transportation services like buses, bylaws, parks and recreation, how the city or town would look, and taxes .These are not abstract ideas, they are concrete and local and effect people everyday.

Handfuls, and even single votes, have been known to be the deciding factor on factors that are directly applicable to you. Take the time, make the decision and join the movement to get our voices heard.

Issue #2 The New "Butterfly Effect"

Last week, France and Germany agreed to bailout terms of the Greek economy much to the joy of Wall Street. Stocks jumped and high fives were had. The day was won as French and German financial barracudas could breathe sighs of relief; the hundreds of millions of dollars they had spent gambling on Greek debt was to be saved, despite a 50% loss in returns.

But how the world can change in a matter of days. November 1st was met with a considerable amount of doubt in the Western world. And I’m not talking about female apprehension to a month of scraggly dusters. The stock market plummeted this morning over the possibility of a Greek referendum, a vote of no confidence in the legitimacy of the Greek government, once again threatening the significant capital of French and German investors in Greek banks.

This is the problem of speculation and expectation. We have grown so accustomed to the manner in which we pursue and secure our financial interests. Since the 1970s, the manufacturing sector has plummeted in its share of national GDP, and speculation has become the order of the day since the 1990s. This is why a flutter from Athens can reach the rooms of Wall Street in a matter of hours.

Fundamentally, we are all in this together, a reality that I think we are all worried about; thousands gather around the world in an effort to bring about change to a system that not only exploits us, but is inherently irresponsible and borderline unethical.

The scary thing about the Euro crisis is the fact that we are talking about sovereign nations falling, not just banks and financial institutions; we are talking about a complete degradation of a nation and the people it is charged with protecting and ensuring a decent livelihood. And Greece is not alone. Italy, Spain and Ireland are on the edge of a knife. 

So where does the buck stop? More importantly, can it? And if nations do collapse, rest assured, Athens, Rome or Madrid will be sending typhoons our way, not just flutters from their dying wings. 

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Issue #1 My Movember

As Movember once again approaches, my poignancy sets in. Why you ask? Simple. Let me explain:

We, the future generation, unknowingly give him monumental respect through the banishment of his first and last names and even the complete eradication of a simple mustache style. To look, sound like, or resemble Hitler is without question the most internationally recognized and heavily reinforced social taboo of modern times. He single handedly engraved himself as the most original badass in human history. Even long after his suicide, nobody dare name their children after this man or grow a square under their nose. He is so influential he isn't even allowed as a Halloween costume in our celebration of evil in all shapes and forms. Every statue of this man has been destroyed and will be forbidden to ever exist again. Even in death he controls and intimidates the greater society of earth. Genghis Khan, Julius Caesar and British Imperialism, and the influence they have wrought are comparable to the legacy of this menace; the likes of a single human being, his impact is simultaneously impressive and insensibly horrendous.

Forces with such effect are indeed rare in this universe. The politics of forgetting is contentious; symbolism and fear keep the masses down. But it is this unacknowledged respect to which we have given is what truly vexes me. Ultimately, it should be a sign of contempt, rather than silent repression; while bombs dropped over London in the 40s, Chaplain alone ridiculed Hitler, inspiring those around him to great deeds of service and sacrifice; “The hate of men will pass and dictators die and the power they took from the people, will return to the people.” If not then, surely now we can do away with taboo, do away with the symbolism and the veil over the past? The politics of forgetting is a stark path indeed; it is in this context that history is allowed to repeat itself. Hitler is not the first nightmare, nor will he be the last.

So once again I look in the mirror in contemplation, a stiff upper lip. What do I create this year? Perhaps a set of handlebars to go along with the motorcycle I do not posses? Or maybe a proud, bushy duster to match my ‘rough exterior’? Symbolism is entirely political; I guess I’ll just shave.

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