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This Country Needs an Exorcism

 


In speaking with a dear friend I’d say as of the end of December 2024, we would know each other for 26.2 years—that’s marathoner-talk for you that don’t know. But we’ve been ultrarunners. So, I cannot not claim a friendship until it’s 26.3 years or so. For those hardcore ultrarunners it’s 50 kilometers or equal to about 31 years, that’s in ultra years.

However, I digress into such subject matter currently on the docket. Speaking of dockets, I treat most conversations with friends and acquaintances as if they were clients in business. I apply a form of HIPPA regulations to most of our conversations. For the most part they remain confidential. That being said, it seems that many get the vibe that I won’t repeat any personal information, even if it were considered innocuous. Including turning off my phone, or not having it around me at all as we speak. Yes, that is the paranoia of how I usually operate.

I sense most things that are said to me are sensitive in nature. Even if I reveal much, I make certain I reveal what I think you might at least think about, if not repeat it. Because I believe others don’t have the same constraints in their thinking and moral code as I do. And I know nor can I expect them to.

Over the years I’ve had people tell me only what they wanted me to hear and that is also why I don’t repeat it, due to the fact there might be an untruth to it. Again, there have been people even in law enforcement stating things to me in secret as I’d nodded as if I totally believe everything they’d said. Yet, deep down I knew once again something was being left out or what they were telling me was a complete fabrication to cover up something else they’d just stated. Or perhaps a belief they’d known and had that was incorrect that they’d refused to change.

Yet, all this I accept to a degree—and it was not because it takes one to know one. It was because I see how people act. Which was at times disheartening. Many times, till I was in my late thirties I didn’t want to believe that most people lied. It got to the point I asked a trauma-specialist about the psyche of lying and why someone would lie. Like, what would they get out of lying? I seriously could not and cannot wrap my mind around it all. That was in all the lying I’d witnessed. Reason being, is that at the end of the day your life becomes a mess with lying. It’s idolatry in a sense. Yes, someone lying is partially about idolatry. They fear what someone else would think. So, they give an excuse and convince themselves of their lie as a truth. And besides they think, ‘Who would know?’ I’ll answer that, I most likely would know.

Now with all this seriousness there is a comedic side. There’s always a humorous anecdote to the seriousness in life. So, I have found. There was an expression many decades ago that I’d heard as a Christian child. “Idleness is the devil’s workshop.” As my parents were two different Christian religions. Yet, it was my mother who’d said that expression. Which I couldn’t stand it, and would rotate the saying around in my head in a comedic satirical format, to the point I’d nearly giggle out loud to myself those times. Swearing off that I’d ever repeat it.

As a child my goal was to be close to divinity, yet to know the truth. The one book I could read, due to my reading comprehension issues that back then many didn’t understand was a children’s bible. The book had pictures in it every so often. And it held only the New Testament. At age seven I found that to be a severely flawed book. I’ll explain.

So, back then as far as I’d known no one read the bible in my family including our extended family members. Maybe half or so of all our families went to church with any regularity. And that was back in the 1960s going into the 1970s. The flaws in the bible I’d read I recognized immediately, were the depictions of Christ and that bible lacked the Old Testament, never mind the Apocrypha. The Old Testament being excluded truly did matter and still does, that’s if you want to practice Christianity correctly.

However, all that I still read that children’s bible quite a bit. I’d begun to understand faith in general. I began to realize that if you thought positive hard enough that good things could happen. Yet I also realized there were flaws to being human and that I must be vigilante in thought and action. I had Sunday school lessons once a week till I was age nine. After that age my mom, my brother and I went to church about once a month. My dad apparently stopped going to church by the time I was age five or before then. He was busy expecting the world to beckon to his existence, because he felt life was hard for only him and only through his eyes. He’d felt this through his nicotine addiction, his alcohol consumption and eventually adding marijuana intake. He had a ‘fuck it’ attitude.

I wondered many years later one day, as a psychologist entered my office stressed. I asked him how he was doing. We began a conversation and what arose was that he’d despised nicotine addicted attitudes from people to the point he’d stopped treating them. I agreed and a few years later did the same to a point. I was exhausted from those nicotine addict’s anger brought into my office. But now you see, they are just like there are dry drunks. There are people who haven’t smoked, or who have now vaped or have and then quit who still hold that ‘fuck-it’ angry attitude when they enter a room. The energy is exhausting. If one had ever experienced a depressive parent who refused to get treatment for their depression, it’s a similar exhaustion that arises when you’re around them. It makes you want to run the other way from them. Their passive aggression and controlling attitude might at times be confusing when you’re living in it. It can also draw people in, as the addict gains power. But it is not the addiction, nor the depression that makes them do the things they do that confuse people and harm people. It is their idolatry, or their idleness.

Yes, idleness. That was the something my mother would state when my brother and I would argue as small children. She’d stated, “Idleness is the devil’s workshop.” And then add, “Go read a book.” My brother would go read “Tom Sawyer”, “The Hardy Boys” or something to that effect. And I would go to my room daydream, playing with my old matchbox cars and trucks or write.

And as I’d stated just before, it was the one thing I despised as a saying as a child. Because I knew it was a sin to worship idolatry, and to be idle. Both didn’t bold well for humanity. And this brings me to today’s situation with our government and the POTUS currently pretending he’s king. I asked a friend the other day, “What are we seeing? This ultimate level of greed. Why? What is the benefit about becoming so all powerful?” He stated, “It’s not about greed. It’s a possession.” Mind you, this person is not religious and has the quite Buddhist level of faith in their living.

The last time he’d spoken of possession was in 2005, when my brother suddenly went into a coma from a terminal illness, that he apparently was unaware of having. It’s not something any of us throw around, for it is a serious opinion. As we’d finished our conversation, I realized he was correct. Our 47th POTUS and his side kick Musk are possessed. How did this come about? I wondered. And as well, how was it not greed?  I began to realize what I’d repeated to our daughters one day ten years ago. They were arguing, getting in one another’s business. My husband was reading quietly, and I was busy cooking. It was a Sunday as I called out to them, “Stop now! Idleness is the devil’s workshop!” my Jewish husband yelled, “Amen! That is right Jody.” Our daughters stopped, as they heard me hike upstairs to give them the eye. I was stunned on how powerful that saying was. Too, my husband a different religion, totally agreed on the line that I thought was only a Catholic-Mom one. I can state it was quite the good feeling of proper control to get our daughters to reason with inhibiting their pettiness in their bickering.

So now, to the destruction of our democracy. As I reflected on this yesterday, I realized that the possession of our democracy was from idleness. Two men who have all the time in the world and have been ‘do-nothings’. Yes, they are bored and boring men. Who’ve been spoiled sorts, given whatever they’ve wanted. What they both need is hard labor in prison every day. To the point that they don’t have idle time. Their idle time will be when they go to sleep from exhaustion from their work, wear and tear on their bodies to the point they cannot think outside of the prison that we make certain we put them in.---Jody-Lynn Reicher

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