I didn’t make a new year’s resolution. Not this year, nor any other year, with the exception of several years when I was young, heard about the practice and went along because that’s what I thought everyone did. Within hours of making each one, though, I could no longer identify what the resolution had been. Apparently, I was not particularly resolute in my resolutions and dropped the practice immediately as something unimportant to me.
Further, I have a lifetime of suffering from the debilitating condition, BSO Syndrome. That’s “Bright, Shiny Objects.” I’m easily distracted by something flashy, new or attractive. It’s a bit like a puppy in the park chasing a leaf, then spotting another being blown by the wind and now chasing that one, then another. Indeed, in that sense I am an advertiser’s dream target, watching the attractive visuals of the pharmaceutical product commercial and completely missing the voice-over disclosing in a soft, non-threatening tone that users of the product have suffered uncontrolled bleeding, blindness, insomnia, death and worse.
That doesn’t mean that I cannot concentrate and remain focused, although it does mean that I am unable to do so and play music in the background, because I would just wind up listening to the music. So, I have had to find ways to stay focused and on track in order to produce the desired results. That is critical, because some issues are so important that they require us to persist in remaining concentrated on them; otherwise, there will be dire consequences.
The Great Powerful People of America see themselves as rich and becoming richer and as controlling ever more of the world and they need to distract all of us from that reality in order for them to succeed. So, they put before us all manner of distractions, like talking heads spouting idiotic, fatuous things to tweak our senses and infuriate us so that our passion is reactive to their sideshow, instead of remaining focused on the core issue of the Great Powerful People of America taking over our country. They smile and shake our hands as they pick our pockets, and when someone at last has the sudden clarity that his pockets have been empty for the longest time, they smack him down and tell the world that they are doing the best thing for him, lest he become accustomed to having the opportunity for some change in the pocket of his jeans.
And they get away with all of that because they continually buy our politics and our government.
I am not alone in my BSO Syndrome. We are a nation of distractables at a time when we face daunting challenges and an entrenched power base that does not want to relinquish its power with even the slightest of compromise. That small base of enormously powerful people is holding nearly all the cards, even the life or death card. Against that, what can one person do?
Read Gabby Giffords essay, offered on the anniversary of her having been shot in the head by a very well armed lunatic, and you’ll find out. Something good is happening. It takes determination, concentration and focus and the belief that one person can make a difference. She is and she will.
I’m committed to fighting and changing the insane big money death grip on our country and, in consequence, help to restore our democracy. There are many other worthy issues vying for my attention, but my BSO Syndrome isn’t powerful enough to distract me from this mother of all dysfunction in our government.
One person can make a difference. I’m in. How about you?
Ed. note: There is much in America that needs fixing and we are on a path to continually fail to make things better. It is my goal to make a difference – perhaps to be a catalyst for things to get better. That is the reason for these posts. To accomplish the goal requires reaching many thousands of people and a robust dialogue. Please help by passing this along and encouraging others to do the same. Thanks. JA
Copyright 2019 by Jack Altschuler
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