The “Rant” , no ?, yea ! really , it is a rant !Yes . In my mind they are , screams from the battlefield after a relentless ,creeping artillery barrage broke everything and left the survivors covered in dust, bleeding but not broken. . We can see that technology has beaten us but we are just to dumb to really know it. Big screens and small tablets , not one hero on site .Not one sound from a person as everyone sits in front of glowing screens , dazed .At least a decade ago there was a chance silver dollars would fall out by the millions , not anymore.
The Twentieth Century , the century of “ego” , playing golf on the moon. .Now , the machines have taken over , and we rush off to the Dollar Store to trade first world gold for third world trinkets . Century’s ago it was the other way around .
A wheel took us from here to there , so did steam , aircraft , rockets , now we just feel like we are going somewhere .We are just seated and still in the same place.
One online editor was outraged that military drone pilots didn't get medals . Someone had to tell him the reason , their feet never left the ground , and , well that was a good enough answer.
A “rant” or a scream from the battle field , battered , beaten , but still not dead.
The word ,rant , sounds so hopeless or desperate .A scream from from a battlefield , somehow always sounds like a challenge .
We wander in the dust taking pictures , angry and happy at the same time , who shoud we thank for that?