Saving the hippo
~ And nobody saved him, and that’s the point.
Hippopotamus is such a bulky and cumbersome word. So, for those of us that have always been “just texting” and shortening things, like shortening lives and life, have referred to those cumbersome animals as just “hippos”, the giant denizens of the deep that live in the depths of the Nile and other rivers of Africa (and not beyond).
A lot of people, like Walt Disney, never liked the hippopotamus very much. I “did” the jungle ride (on the river) in “Wonderful Disneyland” when I was eight (in 1956) and thrilled by the mechanical hippo raising from the water, and thrilled more by the power of guns that killed him. It was a virtual reality of course, but it was a reality that stuck, EVERY hippopotamus is dangerous, maybe (therefore) EVERY hippopotamus should (perhaps) be shot and killed. Thank you for this message from Walt.
Of course the world is now much “greener”, even though with all the asphalt and underground roadways the world has really turned just five more shades of black. What would a fertilizer truck bomb do here? Oh well, the issue of fertilizer brings us back to the hippo (in Africa) and the swimming pool and the great issue of dung.
So yes, a hippopotamus wandered into a swimming pool (it seems) and took a dip (or really just hid out, according to the folklore) and could not get out to drop his dung onto the land where it belonged.
Now I’m not saying that scientists and greenpeace and all the save the whales folks are in cahoots with Walt Disney and don’t know squat about animals or folklore and don’t “give a shit” about hippos; but that IS the way it seems.
The whole world was given a heads up about the hippo in the pool, in distress, starving and clearly not happy. Excuse me, I think the hippo was a metaphor (more) about the planet and the population and the people thereof. It’s scripted. Of course the hippo has to die. You’ve seen the “jungle ride”; it’s survival of the fittest and the selling point is death, if not just the guns.
Here is a snippet of the world “my way”. You find the hippo in the pool. You get a net, a safety net if you really want to save him. You get a very big net, made with rope or synthetic rope like they used to use on freighters to lift cargo. You fill (not empty) the pool with lots of water, because hippos float, and you want the hippo to rise, not sink (to save him). Then you simply slip the net under the water and under the hippo and you then get fifty good strong people that can each lift a weight of maybe 20 (or 40) pounds and you pull together (all together now) and lift the 1,000 or 2,000 pound hippo on the net out of the pool. The hippo walks away. Think joy.
But, that is not the way the story went down. Hippos love the water, so the “mad scientists” drained it. They left the hippo to deposit his dung in the pool, which became very polluted, because that is where he was forced to live. The lower the water, the greater the stress, the more dung the hippo created. In time the pool was just a cess pool, where even a hippo could NEVER live. Of course he died. That was the plan. That was the plan from the idiots that never wanted to save him, just wanted the hippo dead, so the metaphor for the planet would live.
Yes, my friends, I get it and you get it and you get what all the news of the world and from the world is all about. I can’t watch (the news) any more. I don’t like reading it. I don’t even care to listen. And as you may have noticed I don’t even like posting about it much any more.
There is a NEW WORLD coming, a world of our own. Or there ISN’T. It does not matter. THIS WORLD is totally TOAST, and there is no sustainability or hope left in it, as long as the world remains as it is. Don’t vote, don’t get involved in politics or elections. The police will NEVER save you, they will just kill you if they can. There is NO SAFETY NET, it is the lesson of the hippo. Suck it up. They want you dead, nobody on this good green earth really wants to save you, or wants you saved.
The only power you will EVER have is the power over yourself. Use it. Make yourself a better person, more caring, not more “informed” (as in the news). They can’t kill the “better” people, or maybe they can, but life on this earth always ends in death, so why not use your time in efforts that matter? The goodness lives on, the greed and money is just the bonfire of the vanity and the vanities. The good things in life are not art when even just one child is starving, or the halt and the lame can’t be fed.
It’s up to you. Start changing. Change yourself every day a little more. Don’t tolerate corruption, avarice and greed. Just say no to war. If your house is funding the police, it is only fair to just foreclose. If your taxes pay for war, rejoice in being underemployed or unemployed. This is the REAL politics of change. In every “bad thing”, in every adversity, there are the seeds for things getting better.
Make a photocopy of a hippo. Post it on a telephone pole in your nearest park. One hippo died, so that all the other hippos (like us) may live.
2012.08.26 – 03:29. (The world will come to peace, time).