The Realist Manifesto: Part 1

The following is a Herculean attempt to understand humanity as it stands, and to chart out a path to save it. Over time I will add and adapt this philosophy, and I invite you to comment and critique it.


The Realist Manifesto
A pragmatic approach to the world

Marvin Gaye had it right when he crooned three simple words, in response to the growing anxiety American society faced in the early 1970s. "What's Going On?" can equally applied to the situation that we find ourselves in. Half of the world's population are under the age of 25 - that's 3.3 billion young men and women, nervous at what the future holds.

Like any sound philosophy, before we peer into the crystal ball, let me propose some undeniable truths:

1. At our current rate of consumption, the planet will not be able to sustain itself.
2. Information is the most prized and valued commodity.
3. Collaboration at all levels is necessary for success and shared prosperity.
4. Our diversity needs to be celebrated.

The origins of every problem plaguing humanity can be traced to the negation of at least one of these principles. Conflicts arise when basic needs and resources are unevenly distributed or hoarded by a select few; tension and strife are natural reactions when our appetites remain unsatisfied. Power traditionally rests in the hands who control information: chieftains, monarchs, governments; the temptation for abuse leads to corruption and distrust. Human beings are a social animal - we strive for interaction and are remorseful when left alone for too long; separation, isolation and denial fuel desire's flames. Distrust is bred on a diet of perceived differences - skin colour, religious beliefs, social status; when exploited, this fear drives man to commit atrocities on unimaginable scales.

Lack of resources : Power centres : Divisions : Fear : Destruction

This cycle of violence can only be sustained for so long.

We need to address the inequalities that arise from each stage. Doing so means wholly embracing each fundamental axiom I listed above. And like the phoenix rising from the ashes, an alternative holistic system will take shape, one that would hopefully result in a collective consciousness that has evolved beyond our current state.

You are cordially invited...

It seems somewhat appropriate that humankind's mortality and gluttony meet face to face in that last stronghold of brutality and barbarism in a civilized democracy – capital punishment. A final drag on a cigarette, as the shackled revolutionary defiantly stares down raised barrels, or the opportunity to etch one's place in the annals of history with a cutting barb à la Marx ("Go on, get out. Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.”), it's the final countdown to placate our ever-hungry never-satisfied appetites.

Whether or not you agree with the sanctioned extermination of a human being's life, we all havea certain morbid curiosity with what tastes grace the palates of death row inmates, and if this list is any indication, plain and simple seems to be the trend.

Which makes My Last Supper such an enlightening peek into the minds of celebrity chefs. Multi-course exotic feasts juxtaposed against mother's home cooked meals – it seems even these culinary masters are divergent when it comes to gustation – go figure. As one victim astutely points out, you really have only two choices: “to have a meal you've never had before, or to relive a meal you've already experienced.”

In his introduction, Anthony Bourdain sheds light on why the last supper (not that one!) enthrals the mind of the cuisin-artist:

“If cooking professionally is about control – about manipulating the people, the ingredients, and the strange, physical forces of the kitchen universe to do one's bidding; always anticipating, always preparing, always dominating one's environment – then eating well is about submission. About letting go.”

Extreme sports enthusiasts will say that's the reason they attempt insane skiing stunts at the top of mountains, flying over ancient Chinese battlements, or facing certain doom with a well pressed shirt. Death, that ultimate finality, the stamp on our passport that seals our fate, is the ultimate thrill ride. Or at least the threat of it...

For who among us are ready to take that final shuffle off this mortal coil? Suicidal readers need not raise your hands... Are you ready to look the grim reaper in the eye, take one sweet last breath and step into the light? Death is what defines our life – we are truly remembered by our peers when we are long gone, and they sit around a blazing fire, making toast in our honour. The king is dead, long live the king...

So what about my last supper? That menu has yet to be composed, but when the time comes, your place will be reserved.

Still don't know what I was waiting for...

Holy crap, last post was in the summer... how time flies when you're not paying attention, whether having fun or bored out of your mind or playing the fool and acting the goat.

Ziggy Stardust jammed it good, but alas I don't have my Weird and Gilly - I'm just a "writer" in my mind, burning holes to wile away time.

But every so often, the urge comes along, and shocks my system. Political assassinations, blood-drenched protestors and weird science whore themselves for my attention - time is a precious commodity, though last I checked, it doesn't cost $100/barrel.

Oh well.

A new year, a new start? We shall see...rules may be made to be broken...a testament to our restless lives