The Rescue Net

By Judy Andreas
Nobody asked me at what stop I wanted to get off. I am on Planet Earth and it's the year 2004. There are wars and rumors of wars. The food supply is being contaminated with Genetically Engineered Organisms and the air we are breathing contains "particulate matter." What the hell is particulate matter? Sure....I know what "they" mean, but why do "they" always make it sound so desirable. Particulate is a cute word. The air is vile.
It seems as if everyday I read about a new virus, or rather a "KILLER VIRUS." Are these megabugs or merely the design of some Dr. Strangelove in a lab somewhere? Why does the HIV virus contain Islandic Sheep genes? How did they land in the Green Monkey? I think my questions get on most peoples nerves. Just bend over, like a good little girl, and take your vaccine. Watch out for bigger and badder TB, lepers invading our communities and people sneezing flesh eating bacteria at you. Put on your mosquito netting, or, better yet, a full CDC suit, practice abstinence (how does one practice that?) and, in the infamous words of Dr. Laura, "go take on the day." It seems as if the day has gotten the better of me.
I live in a sleepy little town called Suffern. However, two towns away, early on Saturday morning, Mexicans line the streets looking for a day's work and a day's pay. Pay?'s more like the allowance I got as a child, and I was not overly indulged.
I work for Social Services trying to help high risk families. Is it my imagination or do high risk families have a high intake of pharmaceuticals? The children of the families I service are most often classified as ADHD, Bi-polar or Oppositionally Defiant. They are prescribed Ritalin, Prozac, Depacote, Effexor or all of the above. Some of them become obedient. "More serotonin, Mom." Others develop new problems like "cutting" themselves. The answer to most side effects is more pharmaceuticals. It doesn't take much to be classified as ADHD. Squirming in your seat at school will qualify you. Never does it occur to the powers that be that the squirming may be related to the intensely boring curriculum or the monotonous style of the teacher.
Thirteen year old females have an easy time being tagged as bipolar. It used to be PMS or just plain moody, but now it is far more dramatic. One is not allowed to get "the blues."
How ironic, in a world that inspires "the blues" . If you ask me, to be numbed down and dumbed down is far more of a psychiatric disorder. But nobody asked me.
Life has become a bad trip. I was a hippy in the 60's so I know from whence I speak.
Most houses contain an escape clause. It is a large screen called the Television. Newton Minow once called the television a Vast Wasteland. That was an understatement. I guess if your name is minow, you would tend to see things in "less than" terms. Occasionally when I can no longer stand listening to the bad news, I attempt to escape into the world of the television. For the "housewife, " there's always the Lifetime Movie. Oh no, not eating disorder week again. Or, if I hit it correctly, a husband has murdered his wife who just happens to have a huge inheritance. These movies are based on REAL LIFE, folks.
Another channel finds me watching a couple of pundits yelling about the l-i-b-e-r-a-l-s. You know who those guys are, right? They're the ones who have ruined our country. I CLICK on by to some perky little anorexic female showing women how they can have more desirable bodies. (or have I inadvertantly tuned back into eating disorder week on Lifetime?) No, there is no escape on the television.
I try the radio. This box has been infected with screaming males explaining what's gone wrong with our country. Oh my's the liberals again. These people are everywhere.
However, the shrill voice coming into my room has the answer and it's not "blowing in the wind" (though it is being carried by a lot of hot air) The answer, my friends, is invading countries who have oil. After all, countries with oil are countries with terrorists. And, if you think that's unfair, you are not supporting our troops. I have trouble understanding the logic, but then again, I may have burned out some brain cells during the 60's. All we were saying was "give peace a chance."
My last bastion of refuge is the Internet. I navigate my way through the morass of information and disinformation. I am practicing discernment. It's more fun than practicing abstinence.
It is on the Internet that I begin to find sites and programs that are validating my observations. Through the Internet I am communicating with other like minded souls who are aware that something has gone drastically wrong in our country and in the world.
The Internet becomes my pipeline to the oil that lubricates my brain. I have entered a parallel universe where wars are not just sanitized events occurring elsewhere against less than human people. There are pictures of burned and deformed babies and articles explaining the injustices our country has been perpetrating. There are articles about the dumbing down of our young people and the destruction of the education system. Some articles talk about how the greedy pharmaceutical cartels are medicating the populace and the devastating effects that result.
The Internet exposes the lies that have brought us into the present war as well as past wars. It shares information that has been silenced by the controlled media and the revised history curriculum. The Internet talks about the global elite, the New World Order, a nefarious, unconscionable cabal, who care little for the vast majority of the people and thrive on power, greed and control.
The Internet brings me into a parallel universe where discovering the truth becomes my passion. I watch icons smash and belief systems shatter and the illusions which have poisoned my mind begin to retreat. I bid them a fond adieu.
I toss away my xanax with a vengeance, and go out to "take on the day."
Judy Andreas can be reached at
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