1500. Post-Arab Spring

It is high time to admit that we, as a nation, cannot fix the problems of the middle east. It is even more prudent to admit that the problems they face are not only not our primary concern, but more importantly, do not have the types of solutions we intend to impose. This nation and others before it has spent my entire lifetime (and even longer) battling over land that is not ours and is governed by ancient rules antithetical to the American way.

Critics have been quick to blame Obama for the latest crisis in Iraq. Somehow this one man, Barack Obama, didn’t do enough over the last 8 years to prevent this from happening. In truth, this was going to happen all along. We know this from the experience of our previous engagements in Iraq (yes, we’ve been there before with the same results) and Afghanistan (the Russians were there even before us, with the same results). This is bolstered by the events in Syria, which Obama was interested in become entangled in, but the American voters (wisely) put the kybosh on that one.

I gave up on politics a long time ago. I quit the moment I recognized that politics is about money, personality, and ego. This world conflicts boil down to conflicting ideology and the ‘who gets the girl’ mentality of teenage boys. Too bad ‘the girl’ in this case is a nation full of people who are struggling to live their daily lives without being shot in the face or stoned because they like a boy who their daddy says they can never touch. Sure, this is a minimalist reduction of the regional problem, but I continue to believe that everything can be boiled down to who has the power, how they try to hold on to that power, and whether or not that power is enough to make them happy.

Here’s a hint: It never is.

1499. Clarity Continued

I’m full of epiphany lately.

The latest installment came moments before this blog as I finished what I thought was a fairly amazing round of Mass Effect 3. I scored second highest in my multiplayer session. I returned to the game lobby to discover that 2 out of 3 players had opted to kick me out of the session. I didn’t get it. I still don’t get it. The effect was just as shocking as taking a look at your ratings on ratemyprofessor.com, but without even the limited sense of reasoning that site offers. Here’s my takeaway–my epiphany for the day:

The world is not the way you see it. 

A few friends of mine have been hammering that one into me for a while now. I’m starting to peak in on this ‘other’ reality they claim exists instead of the one I’m content to live in, and I don’t like it. That one makes no sense. Mine is ordered and built around a sense of getting what you deserve and want out of life. I like mine better, even if it isn’t real.

Some Thoughts:

  1. Just played my worst basketball game ever. At one point I air balled a free throw. I’m going to put this out there simply to acknowledge I’ve hit bottom. My athleticism has sank to depths so low that all I can do is get better. I’m going to the gym tomorrow to start that process.