This is not a post about the horrendous ammonium nitrate explosion in Beirut, which led to the resignation of the Lebanese parliament's governing coalition and echoed far too painfully a similar incident 73 years ago in Texas City (and one with a smaller death toll seven years ago in the Texas town of West).
This is not a post about recent celebrity COVID-19 diagnoses, involving a whole gamut of humanity from Rep. Louie Gohmert to Reality WInner.
This is not a post about any particular story in this or last week's news cycle; it is about all of them.
This post is partly about the power of narrative, about which Caitlin Johnstone writes so frequently and cogently. It is more about the narrative of humanity's place on this planet, a story that the manufactured narrative cooked up by governments and corporations keeps locked away like Julian Assange in Belmarsh Prison. It is mostly about how Americans in particular have been trained to swallow the prevailing narrative and ignore (or express hostility toward) the story of reality (not to be confused with Reality Winner).
This post also includes some rambling. Quite a bit, actually.