“To fear the world we have organized and led for three-quarters of a century, to abandon the ideals we have advanced around the globe, to refuse the obligations of international leadership and our duty to remain ‘the last best hope of earth’ for the sake of some half-baked, spurious nationalism cooked up by people who would rather find scapegoats than solve problems, is as unpatriotic as an attachment to any other tired dogma of the past that Americans consigned to the ash heap of history.”
“Mass customization, on-demand local manufacturing, and local sustainable power are trends that suggest that centralized hubs can, and hopefully will, disappear in the coming decades. It may be the second coming of the customer as king.”
Nailed. In a nutshell. If you will pardon the mixed metaphor.
I for one hope so – in fact – let me go further it may be the second coming of people assuming their rightful position in the world, pushing corporations that do not respect people back and deeply into the history books.1
John then went on to quote
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.2
W.B. Yeats, The Second Coming.
Reproduced here in full:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
THE SECOND COMING
One of the victims of the Las Vegas shooting this past weekend.
I didn’t know him, he looks a nice guy. He was shot while dancing with his son.
So why am I writing about John specifically? Well, because I have now received two emails from people I know checking in with me, apparently confusing Phippen and Philpin. (Easily done … it’s an odd name.) Suffice to say, I am alive and well. Sadly John (who I did not know) is not.
“One minute he was dancing with his son, and the next minute, he was being carried to a car, fatally wounded.”
There is a GoFundMe site to help his children. According to SignalCV, “John Phippen ran a home remodelling and repair company in Valencia called J P Specialities.”
According to The Los Angeles Times, “He was dancing next to his son, Travis, at the country music festival in Las Vegas when he was struck by a bullet in the lower back. Travis, an emergency medical technician, carried his father to a car” that rushed to the hospital, but it was too late.
“Today, we lost an amazing, wonderful, selfless, sweet soul of man to a senseless act of violence in the Las Vegas Route 91 Harvest Festival shooting,” it reads.
“My name is Leah Nagyivanyi and I was a Santa Clarita neighbour and a friend of John’s for 17+ years. My husband Paul and John had become very close over the past three years. All of us spending time in the Sand Dunes, Havasu and doing lots of beach camping. We intertwined many of our friends and to say we are devastated by this loss is an understatement. If you didn’t know John you surely missed out. He had a heart that was larger than life and a personality to match. You felt like you knew him for years the first time you met him. He was a simple man who enjoyed the simple things in life and having fun doing them.”
Phippen was remembered as a man who “had your back from the moment he met you and by having your back that could mean, having a cold beer in your hand when yours was empty or if you needed help with your car or in our case, your sandrail, your house or you just needed to chill. Even if you were someone he had never met before but were in need, he was there for you.” SaveSave