Saturday, July 21, 2012
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you...
This weekend tens upon tens of thousands of people who normally would be partying hardy here in the Pass will not be doing so this year, because of a visionless, scary cat, party pooping Mayor and Council.
Went into Blairmore last night and it saddened me to no end to see what typically would be a hive of activity with crowds and crowds of people, happily laughing, drinking, partying, celebrating and otherwise 'enjoying' themselves, reduced to vacuumless, meaningless, tiny pockets of activity.
People cutting loose in a 'celebration of life' was not to be seen. Instead, the likes of Fred Bradley and his cohorts were out selling 50-50 tickets to non-existing crowds for their 'family day' Heritage Festival of the dead, while the living were once again forgotten.
We tend to put more money and energy celebrating our dead past here than we do in celebrating the living present... and our future. This I think is wrong!
Party poppers and old timers have successfully killed this year's Thunder in the Valley (and in doing so, have killed Rum Runner Days, as well). Southern Alberta's biggest party by far at this time of the year will not be happening because we have a Mayor and Council more inclined towards promoting the dead past, than in celebrating living in the present moment... as even Christ told us to do.
As in a Greek tragedy, the Apollonians have killed the Dionysians, and in doing so have killed the human spirit, and the meaning of life itself.
The past is to be respected and acknowledged, but not to be worshiped. It is our future in which we will find greatness.