A MOTHERLESS CHILD
They Shoot Horses, Don´They ?
 

As long as I was younger, healthier and more focused I could cope with working in emotionally deplorable conditions. As long as we drowned ourselves in work, we fled the frightening pauses or rests that forced us into merciless reflections on what we saw in front of our eyes: the devastating suffering and the limitless evil or idiocy which caused it and realized that our own lifestyle was one of the principle reasons.
 
No, not by living la vida loca in Bel Air but a ordinary white collar or blue collar lives in reasonable modesty and yet being a major contributor to the uneven distributation wealth globally or domestecically by shutting up while trying to live our unpetentious little lives and I guess have returned there.
 
By working hard we had no energy or even, as we saw it, any time to be philosophical slackers trying to find a meaning of the human misery and hardships we dealt with with jaws tightly shut and brains timed out.
 
In 1969, shortly before entering adult life, I saw a film by Sidney Pollack, starring a stunning Jane Fonda, depicting a struggle for life destined to fail. Old horses are being shot. What about people who do not fit in, never succeeds, face all thinkable, obstacles, insults and are being dispised or in one another ignored, be it in an impoversihed L.A. rundown area or the grotesque suburban Stalinistic overly organized ghettos of Stockholm ? The public sector hoovers in the back of all stages in your life from craddle to grave. It is regarded as welfarish and safe. It is. Love your public sector ! Your relatives are probably not around because of social and political "progress".
 
In Brazil, in Indonesia, in Guatemala and Honduras they do not shoot the horses. The shoot the street children. With great discipline...

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