Project 313 – Post No. 069

There’s been an interesting depressing shift in the way people discuss, report, debate, or otherwise explore pretty much any topic. 

I don’t know how many people know Ray Dalio . . . well, I don’t “know” Ray Dalio either. I’ve read some of what he’s written, watched a few of his videos, and did some light research on the man. None of that matters here because I’m sure if people are interested they will do their own research. I also want to stress I’m not a critic of the man and I’m not a fan of the man . . . like I said, I don’t know enough about him. 

. . . but I read something he wrote and it struck me how much it encapsulates the social, political, and economic states we find ourselves in. Here’s what I read . . . 

“It pays to negotiate by finding out what the other party wants most and try to give it to them and to have them reciprocate rather than to find out what will hurt the other party and give that to them because little wars have a tendency to quickly get out of control to become big wars and anyone who has ever gotten into a big war wishes that they hadn’t because they are so horrible.”

He wrote that in a piece dealing with the looming trade war but it resonates with me because I see the underlying message warning as applicable in all manners of dealings.

It also seems to me that as a country, as a society, as an economy, and even as individuals we’re taking an approach completely opposite the warning contained within that paragraph. 

Social issues challenges we face? Check!
Political issues challenges we face? Check!
Economic issues challenges we face? Check!
Interpersonal issues challenges we face? Check!

The sad part of all this? Easy; from history, we know that humans gravitate toward the inevitability of wars. Pinker’s contentions notwithstanding, we all know where all this is heading. We may deny it as we hold our breath until we get our way, or as we outscream the “other guys” until we get our way, or as we justify questionable actions until we get our way, but deep down we know . . . we know we are ready and prepared to go to war because we have no memories of what wars are like. Even those who remember have suppressed the horrors and glorified the act. 

I believe we — the collective we — have lost the ability to compromise, to “work things out”, to find the common ground that lets us go forward. 

You’d be surprised — or maybe you wouldn’t — how often I’ve encountered individuals who believe that those who hold different opinions from themselves (read: the group they identify with) have no value and the world would be better off without them. 

Yes; Republicans, Liberals, Democrats, Conservatives, different races, different religions, different genders . . . people who walk among us and who vote and yet don’t believe in opinions — and interests — other than those of their own groups as having any merit. 

I confess I’m there with them . . . I agree with all of them. 

And now, the photo:

Project 313 069

It occurred to me I wanted to relook at some of the macro shots from the 2015 Tri-Lakes Classic Cars Show I attended in — you guessed it — 2015. That’s the first of many. Some are going to be  . . . different. Still, I think they’ll have merit. 

I mentioned before the Willy ‘n Ethel (really, Joe Martin) comic offers keen observations of human nature and especially married life (although I think also applicable to other relationships).

Go ahead; read it again. 

As for the doodles, I often have to really reach in coming up with a name . . . but not this time. I give you . . . Mustache Infiltration

Mustache Infiltration

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

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