Woofings!
I’ve been pretty sad lately, thinking about my momdog, who lets my litter mates tell her I shouldn’t be let into the house… and she’s angry that I won’t get injabulated— as if this is just me, being obstreperous. Someone I’ve known for 40 years told me I was “selfish and cavalier.” I should be suicidal, I guess. How can I UN-know what I know?
Sigh. But my heart is swelling up, too. I can’t explain it, but I feel gleeful.
I have to trust the Universe that my little family will end up being okay. My momdog will let me in the house soon, most likely, because the Bad Guys’ (Nasties’) are gonna have to go lie down, off the rug, no treats, with some rolled-up newspapers to their Nasty backsides… And a BATH. So I’m going to trust the Universe and stay in my own dog house for now and type with these two toenails, which is still amazingly fast. But I miss my family… How we used to be.
Still, even stronger than my droopy tail feeling is a growing sense that… it’s coming. I can feel it, it’s coming. There are so many bipeds now waking up to the smell of caca with all this insidious jabular agenda and all the rest of it, too… But there’s other smells, too; it’s bigger than that, it’s like a good electricity in the air. I wanna march (dance!) in the streets!! I wanna go sniff all you bipeds, in a nice way, of course… I am your Best Friend, your Guard Dog, your furry pal, your howlin’ good buddy… Let’s get feet (and paws) in the street! Waggy tails and happy dances! Because we don’t need no stinkin’ New Norman. Norman is dead. What the whirl needs now is Luv, Sweet Luv. That means justice, community, compassion, liberation, equality, ONE LOVE, as the song sings.
What’s coming? Well, our Next Paradigm, of course (may we!). The Future! I feel sorrow for you bipeds, not being able to smell much— But I think you can smell the Evolution, chancha? It smells good, like flowers and clean food, clean oceans, clean drinkies, clean people… healthy and liberated and — think of it — Happy. It smells like Better Than Before, Better Than Ever, Better Than This. Rat now, we are in the birfing time, being re-born, coming OUT, through that dark tunnel. And you know, the Gaian types will tell you, it’s often quite painful. No pain, no gain, bipeds. It’s the way of Biped Kind. It’s dark, and scary and painful, but then a new life!
So I’m full of what I fink we need to do next, and there will be a LOT to doooooooo! What better work can you imagine than being part of re-creation, of making heaven on Earf? I am excited to start this work! See my waggie tail?! Work can be gratifying when it’s for the New Paradigm. See the “dig” in “paradigm”!? We can dig it! Good, clean, dirt-y diggings! (I think of Corey’s Digs, also on Substack— she’s great!) So here’s some dogma about what we otter do.
Straight away, EVERYBODY needs clothes and shelter, good food, and clean water. Nest, we all figure out what work we want to do to build our New Experience of Life... We get REAL MEDICINE, courtesy of Mother Earf. (And how about a big dragnet that collects all Elon Musk[rat]’s space junk and then we send it into the Sun!? Couldn’t we invent a tractor beam?!? That will have to be figured out.) We’ll need Planners, and (real) Farmers, and Teachers, and (real) Doctors, and Bakers (like me!), of course… but no dog catchers! So many jobs to be done! I fink, too, that we immediately stop with the synthetic pesticides, herbicides, fungicides, all those ‘cides that could be natural, there are ways… Regenerative Agriculture! And no more cruel animal factories, no more cruel anything (Foulchi!!!). Let’s bring back ingenuity and vision and doing things for the Betterment of Everyone... Civic groups, and engaging the elderly again, and really GOOD SCHOOLS for everyone. Yesh, it will take time. What the heck else and/or better is there to do?
My list of Honey Do’s: (in no particular order after the first three)
Stop the Nasties and Fire up the Lovelies. Then we must stop the means by which Nasties get power over the Lovelies. For good, for The Good.
Clean Food, Clean Water, Clean Air. Clean up the planet, and stop treating the other animals as commodities or test subjects. An END TO CRUELTY.
No more Bad Medicine, whether it be the medicine itself, or the means by which people are able to obtain it. It should never, ever be “market driven.”
No more Filthy, Obscenely Rich, and no more Poor— we CAN do this.
NO. MORE. WAR. We can sort out our problems better than THAT.
Everybody shares The Commons. Nobody “owns” water, or what’s left of the oil made by the Earf! We all share it, and share alike. We become Good Stewards of this amazing planet that gives us Everything We Need.
Schools where kids fall in love with learning— like how to grow food and how to cook it; how things work, like physics and astronomy; how to work together and not so much competition. Let kids explore, and play, and be kids.
We need SAFE technology: Fiber Optics, safe cell phones, no 5G ravaging us; we might have to have less conveeeenience, but some genius will figure out new ways. We will re-discover that work is good when we enjoy doing it.
True Equality. As Dr. Zach Bush puts it, boys and girls, we are two wings of the same bird. One wing means we fly in circles! So, Patriarchy must go, to be replaced with Cooperation and acknowledging each other as different, but both GOOD. Same with our many beautiful colors, we’ll be together in a rainbow of Peeps, shoulder to shoulder, Friends and Teammates Forever. I love collages, and people are a great big collage, and it’s terrific and fantastic! Everything, and Everyone, is beautiful in our own way. Our cultures will be inclusive and welcoming, so that no one feels like they should have been someone else. United.
Upgrade government, or whatever we decide to use, but no more centralized power, centralized banks, centralized Nastiness. No more corruption. No more same people in power for years and years and forever. Direct Democracy, or something better. We have smart folks, let’s figure this out. We must be wise and we must be very careful about this stuff, sez I. We need the most humane, not profane, ideas for this stuff! David Martin, as my daddog used to say to us pups, “Come a-jumpin’!”
I welcome comments and ideas! Now, go, and hug someone.
Good Woof! And Good Luck.