My intended blog entry about the 200 or so large size bars of bath soap, stacked neatly in my hall closet, is unable to escape the birth canal between my right brain and this nearly impenetrable keyboard, which stares back at me so coldly and silently. I want to write the bath soap blog, I feel it has all the virtues of deep insight, eternal values, social teachings, wit, wisdom and the whole schmear. It even tells about my Sweet Babu, the kind and wonderful Suzanne. But it just won't come out to be written.
And, the major reason it won't be born, is because I have allowed myself to become deeply and personally embroiled in hateful-viscious- petty, small-town infighting. Between high toned elitist carpetbaggers, feeling that they have an imperial birthright to force their will down the little people's throats, and certain of the old-time-resident little people, who are not willing to swallow on command.
My own position, as defender of the powerless, and espouser of egalitaianism, is morally flawless, in my mind. But it has a certain few practical short comings. Being out in front, leading the charge for the little people, has focused most of the bile and the venom of the powerful carpetbaggers on me, and quite unfairly, on my wife and daughter too.
Through their own brash aggressivenes, and through the polite good natured submissiveness of the ordinary people, the carpetbaggers have seized total political control of the town, and all of it's functions. They have, as an example, even restricted the use of the Postal Office (thumb tack style) bulletin board to their own propaganda uses. And they have, through brute force and threats, over powered the local weekly newspaper, dictating minutely, what is and is not socially acceptable content, to print there, and this to the paper's once, self proclaimed, "highly independent" owner editor. The poor newspaper owner made bold libertarian pronouncements when he first purchased the little paper, but folded up like a creaky lawn chair, when put under pressue to get in line. My own website http://www.NewHarmonyWatch.com is now the only available voice to the ordinary little people.
I am not an easily daunted person, having been tempered by some pretty difficult stuff throughout my life. I am a Vietnam war combat veteran. And an old oilfield "rough neck" and I once spent three days in a Mexican jail, where the inmates fought like wolves over filthy scraps of food. I am neither weak or timid or spineless. But I am very tired.
However, I am resolved to stick with this thing to the end, and through my town blog, to help bring on a victory for the ordinary people in the next town election, now two years down the road. But, I will tell you this much, if you want to be a good and regular writer, and to have spiritual peace and to be able to find the quiet inside yourself on a regular basis, so that you may reflect clearly, then you must at all cost avoid championing political causes, no matter how righteous and good.
Because to oppose evil people you must close within inches of them, and be within range of their hateful-hatefilled emanations, and it is not possible for a good and decent person to endure such proximity without spiritual and physical damage to self.
When you go to clean out the septic tank you come away with the reek of septic matter on you. And it makes it very difficult to get down to writing the wonderful story of all of those stacked up bars of bath soap in your hall closet.
Ron Nesler....Posting from amidst the most hateful and bloody carnage I have ever seen, right here in New Harmony, Indiana.