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What does Bambi have to do with global warming?

Do our actions really conform with our beliefs? Could we actually be out there doing something against ourselves without knowing it? Have our illusions of choice and systematic social conditioning under suicidal current constraints lead us to stagnation in regards to critical thinking? And what does Bambi have to do with the environment?

We find that out and more when we dive into German romanticism, milking cows to temper environmentalists, go in-depth about our good friend Walt Disney and ask the question, could we be doing something different?

This week, it’s all out on the table on the Mike Dunafon radio show! 

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The neglectful illusion of our free thought

Does the appearance of choice in the two party political system we live in today actually distort our belief system and subsequently mask the fact that we are offered no real choices? Have we failed to understand that our political system is a set of fallacies under the two-party system because our understanding of the actual process has been lost?

On this weeks show we take a look at historical evidence to challenge conventional thinking and better examine these issues. I believe you will find that a new perspective on these issues lends the opportunity for us all to re-examine how exactly we got to this current dilemma.

Understanding that our free thoughts acting as an illusion for our systematic social conditioning is very real will give contexts to our current issues of continual leadership voids. Not only do we examine contradictions from current and historical political movements, but we also detail and examine how our political system has failed to evolve and empower societies with real choices.

How German Romanticism Met Nationalism

Prior to the 1870’s Germany did not exist as a unified nation, but instead was comprised of a number of independent provinces, principalities and City- States.

If a common language brought unity amongst these groups then the public school system ( started by Otto Van Bismarck) would be the conduit for these provinces to become indoctrinated with mythological rustic nationalism. This would develop a nation that heavily believed in a unified destiny which reached its height between 1933- 1945.

Here we explore the many proponents of this intensified nationalism, such as fascist philosophy and mans alienation from nature, extreme nationalists, the Nazi party and elitism which all coincide with German environmentalism?

The Takeaway Message

The belief systems which we suspend on our way to uncritically thinking is amazing. We do this over and over again expecting a different outcome.

The take away here is the same Nazi’s who conducted experimentation on other people and murdered woman and children are the same Nazi’s who championed vegetarianism, preservation of agriculture, and had a gushing idealization of nature.

How do we explain this? That is what we are going to talk about during this podcast series.

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Thinking Critically and Rationally

Critical rationalists hold that scientific theories, and any other claims to knowledge, can and should be rationally criticized, and (if they have empirical content) can and should be subjected to tests which may falsify them.

Thus claims to knowledge may be contrastively, normatively evaluated. They are either falsifiable and thus empirical (in a very broad sense), or not falsifiable and thus non-empirical. Those claims to knowledge that are potentially falsifiable can then be admitted to the empire.

In plain English: Being rational is one thing, but are you thinking critically as well? If you are, then you are open to the idea of being wrong, because it leads to a better society. People have killed and been killed over ideologies that were later proven to be invalid. Many were neither rational nor critical of their own ideas. Some were only one of these things.

So how about it? Before another law is passed, before another person dies or kills for the wrong reasons–let’s think critically and rationally about EVERYTHING. That means putting your party-specific biases aside.

Boulevard of Despair

In May of 2013, a good friend of mine traveled to Budapest on a journey of enrichment and self-discovery. She wound up writing an interesting poem that I would like to share with you right now. As you read the poem consider the thought process she must been going through to write what she did.

I’m going to show you the complete poem the way she wrote it, then I’m going to add my rebuttals to the poem, weighing her words against the libertarian ideas that have allowed me to make Glendale, CO a great place to live, raise kids, and simply enjoy yourself.

As you read the passage and my rebuttals, what ideas come to mind? Do you agree or disagree with my rebuttals? I want to know. Leave a comment, and I’ll leave a reply.

“Boulevard of Despair”

A woman
Broken on the sidewalk
Her genetic birthright dictates

Styrofoam cup clutched between her child-sized calves
Only she is an adult
Homeless in Hungary

Buda calls from across the bridge
Pest is her home
Her eye-flame lost in eternal expectation

Casts your way

Are you the help that never comes

Behind the metal traffic box
Giving instructions to predestrians?

You wake up
For a moment, to question
Should the coin in your pocket be hers?

Walking now on cobblestones
That bled your Jewish ancestor’s blood
You stare across the street again,
Behind you the crowd crushes in
Together forgetting her bright pink dress
Collecting third hand smoke and ashes in its creases

She is one of the unseen
Waiting
For you to throw her a coin

To begin her day
The traffic light changes
You do not run across
You waltz on to your cozy B&B,
Shopping bags stowed under arm

Later your digital photos pings, downloading the moment
When she caught your eye,
And the coins rattled in your pocket, “I am hers.”
You ignored their call, and the tug for mitzvoth from your heart-voice

Did she/Does she take you for a fool?
Don’t kid yourself; you do not exist outside her cup
Or do you fool yourself,

That she is not you
Just behind that metal traffic box?

My Rebuttal:

A woman
Broken on the sidewalk
Her genetic birthright dictates

Why?  Was her failing solely geographic?  What are the chances that all of her “loving” family had expired in an attempt to save the last vestige of their lineage?  Was she the remaining survivor of a kind society now lost to individual greed?

Styrofoam cup clutched between her child-sized calves
Only she is an adult
Homeless in Hungary

Buda calls from across the bridge
Pest is her home
Her eye-flame lost in eternal expectation

Of what, your internal self loathing?  Styrofoam container for alms – symbol of the indestructible nature of hope – not hers — yours. The belief that if not for some divine intervention that could be you!  Thus denying all of your effort and sacrifice to follow your dreams, while failing more often than not, and always offering something in return – if only a smile — Never, Never, Never trading sadness and pity for money.  Her flame was extinguished not by your success and “luck” but by entire societies surrendering their dreams to the House of Safety promised by Elite Saviors commandeering your chance to fail in the name of equality!

Casts your way
Are you the help that never comes

You are the help that kills believing for a moment that you are buying beggar insurance, never knowing who she is and why this terrible fate has taken her – she is everyman surrendered — with the only freedom left – begging.  Used as an example, used as a reminder that you must never question authority, liberty is the enemy of a just society and she is the icon.  Beggars only exist in “free” societies — for once free societies fail beggars no longer serve a purpose and they are rounded-up and murdered.  The problem is that now the ranks of the beggars swell the millions! Without hope, life’s purpose becomes the greed that turns your neighbor into a spy who suckles at the office of the commissar for a gallon of petrol or a loaf of bread.

Behind the metal traffic box
Giving instructions to pedestrians?

You wake up
For a moment, to question
Should the coin in your pocket be hers?

Walking now on cobblestones
That bled your Jewish ancestor’s blood
You stare across the street again,
Behind you the crowd crushes in
Together forgetting her bright pink dress
Collecting third hand smoke and ashes in its creases

She is one of the unseen
Waiting
For you to throw her a coin

That coin in your pocket signifies the end of her day NOT THE BEGINNING and MAYBE THE END OF YOURS! 

-Mike