Do you have any idea how big of a Rollo you’ve gotta be for a person to feel freedom like THIS after just getting fired from a high-paying job that he loved? Long before I got the boot, I was hoping to find a fitting spot for this video — so thanks for that.
Sir Roger Bannister was the first person to break the four-minute mile by turning a time of 3 minutes 59.4 seconds in 1954. Subtract sixteen years and you’ll find a track star by the name of Louis Zamperini who should have been the first to crack what was considered impossible in those days.
In 1938, word was getting around that Louis just might capture the ever-elusive record. His competition at the NCAA Championships was not too keen on that, so under orders from their coaches, some runners sharpened their spikes to cut into Louis during the race. They surrounded the star to prevent him from breaking away from the pack.
The notion of sportsmanship was lost on those who were willing to jam their shoes into Zamperini’s shins, stab him in the foot with a spike, and crack a rib with an elbow.
Amazingly, he managed to break through the mob that encircled him and just missed the mark by barely over eight seconds.
Considering that he was assaulted by the crowd that contained him for a lap and a half, Louie would have crossed the finish line in under four had he not had to escape his attackers. As you can tell from the title, Louis’ destiny lay elsewhere when war came calling.
Who wouldn’t be appalled by such an injustice? How many of us would commit such an affront to fairness to win a race? Is that the height of our standards though — that we stop short of physically gouging our fellow man while in pursuit of our precious ideals?
In 1805, John Adams wrote the following in a letter to Benjamin Rush, a friend and fellow signer of the Declaration of Independence:
Our electioneering racers have started for the prize. Such a whipping and spurring and huzzaing! Oh what rare sport it will be! Through thick and thin, through mire and dirt, through bogs and fens and sloughs, dashing and splashing and crying out, the devil take the hindmost. How long will it be possible that honor, truth, or virtue should be respected among a people who are engaged in such a quick and perpetual succession of such profligate collisions and conflicts?
I wrote the above 6 years ago for my documentary Mount Everest of the Obvious.
Our Crap is King culture is connected to my ouster at Elara — along with all those that came before it. In each instance, there were fortresses of folly that prevented even the most obvious and simple problems from being solved.
Without you knowing anything about it at all, if I told you the rotor speed required to separate uranium isotopes, wouldn’t that cross your mind as sounding pretty specific? How many people do you know who have interviewed a world-renowned nuclear scientist?
So I know things you don’t — and you know things I don’t
Don’t ya think life be much more interesting and productive if we shaped one another in the discovery of what that is?
That with a straight face someone could stand there “wishing” for a world of fairness (after robbing her with lies that people so love to hear) — is the height of hypocrisy . . .
And just another day at the office for Head Honchos . . .
When you bring a boatload of baggage and baseless beliefs to a discussion, you poison it with perception so clouded that you can’t see straight.
What’s worse — is that it becomes a way of life
Does the behavior in Rolodex of Ridicule strike you as people acting their age? Would you tell your kids that such examples are a good guide for treating people and thinking things through?
My documentary is not simply about a couple of controversial issues and the impact that they have on our culture and the world — it’s about a country that’s made it impossible to have a conversation with any degree of specificity and shared interest in the truth.
Since I’ve read over 10,000 pages on the subject matter above, does “can’t believe everything you read” strike you as worthy of your intelligence? I’m quite certain it’s not. At what point does countless hours of writing and research, interviewing a nuclear scientist, and corresponding with key people on the issue — register as someone who’s done some serious homework?
It’s ironic that my best friend brought up a mutual friend from high school today — because that person came to mind earlier when thinking about how to conclude this story. I recalled the time I shared one of my sites a few years ago on Messenger — and his instant reaction of screaming,
WHAT IS THIS!?
I wasn’t offended — I felt sorry for him
He’s never known what it feels like to be the the presence of Michelangelo — to see something spectacular and be inspired to make it matter. I’ve spent my entire life around people who had such gifts to give — for those willing to receive them.
You don’t have to go off and build something or write up a website to be inspired — even the tiniest change in attitude can alter your course.
Small moves, Ellie, small moves
Imagine the difference between the barking above (another form of I-beam steel stubbornness) — and the more malleable version below:
Hmm, what is this?
In the time it takes to say, “Hmm” — you could be on a trip to someplace you’ve never been. And when you’ve got the guts to take that journey — there’s no telling how far you’ll go in the world that awaits you.
Thank you for reading,
Richard W. Memmer