WE ARE THE NOISELESS

Most of what I see at rallies where people protest prejudicial social conditions of every type, including those of other species, is a lot of screaming, mostly screaming in fact. Such loud, vicious, teeth-bearing, gut-ripping vitriol that it becomes worthy of the name assault.

But it isn’t working. Assault never does do anything but get somebody’s attention short-term. A loud noise, everybody looks where it’s coming from. The message to the brain is assault assault alert alert get out get out – unless it settles down, then it’s okay to stay.

Noise gains or loses its power commensurate with the decibel level. The decibel level at modern-day rallies is way too high. High decibel levels are incitement tools used by rally planners to get attention and keep the attention.

Soft-spoken rarely works except also to agitate. Don Lemon of CNN notoriety uses that soft-spoken approach, but it isn’t effective. It isn’t real. You can see him seething beneath the surface of his mask and he likes that you can see that, but it doesn’t work except to make him look insincere.

Agitate and they’ll probably all go home.

Incite and they stay only because once incited it takes a longer time to come down from the incitement.

Incite at several locations with varying start-times and you’ve got a rally that will last all night resulting in destruction.

But still there’s no message, except violence. The rally then becomes reduced to its signage, but even those blurbs/bumper stickers get watered down due to the close proximity to the noise assaults popping all over the streets.

Try total silence. Synchronized courtesy. No utterance from the mouth, no singing, no humming, no nothing that can be in any way construed as noise.

No eyeball rolling. No makeup, no drinking beverages, no back packs. No mask unless it’s the animal mask with no hole for your mouth.

No chains, flame throwers, bats, signs. No words. No skateboards, roller skates, hockey sticks. Only the presence of a multitude of people who come in peace. No baby strollers. Who would take a baby to a rally?

I’ve never seen a peaceful rally. The government regards any rally that doesn’t result in a murder as peaceful. Even if a few blocks are burned to the ground and cars torched, it is still considered mostly peaceful.

A few bad apples they say. But a few bad apples is what it takes to make a mob of bad apples, so stop using that phraseology. You’re looking stupid. People have eyes and ears. You claiming something didn’t happen when they saw that it did, makes you look incompetent.

That is a low bar the USA sets for peace. Don’t think other nations haven’t taken note of where that bar is located.

No arm waving, no flailing, no hair flipping, no improvisational movements, no dancing.

WE ARE THE NOISELESS. No horns. No road-blocking.

One person carries one sign. Make it a powerful message – one that everyone can agree with, not in a perfect world, but in this world, now.

The multitude follows the sign-holder. Show the world what follow looks like. Instead you show the world what chaos looks like. Not good. Not effective.

Can you do that?

Then your message falls on deaf ears. You lack discipline.

Discipline is the key to all success.

The Key to discipline is spiritual growth.

The Key to spiritual growth is self-knowledge.

The Key to self-knowledge is love.

If you can’t do that, then you don’t know yourself.

What’s discipline?

The motive to move.

It starts with a thought.

Move that thought – to a good place for all.

Okay, I can compromise.

Whisper. Not like you’re in a saw mill. Like you’re in a library.

I wonder what that sounds like – thousands of people whispering.

The Blacks can’t do it. Their eyes will be popping all over the place from the strain.

Train yourself. Use a mirror.

“You can do it. I know you can.” SL (my original quote, not Obama’s)

You won’t be able to stop talking with your hands. I have that problem too. The minute I start hand-talking people start looking at them like I’m going to punch them. They don’t hear a word I say.

I’ve got a better idea, walk like a penguin. Don’t put your arms in the sleeves of your shirt. Button your shirt. Or wear a sweat shirt; it’s easier. And keep your hands out of your pants. Who raised you to do that?

I see a field of whispering penguins out there. Wonder what they’re up to?

They’re not happy about something.

What?

Probably same as always, they want more money. They want you to forgive them their debts.

“Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.”

Can we do that?

Make some phone calls.






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