mad, mad world

Will you die for US$60? Apparently a university student will - http://edition.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/10/25/taiwan.eating.ap/index.html The blind and senseless pursuit for quick money is reducing humanity to become like lemmings rushing toward the cliff. See the world staggering in this economic crisis as a result of mindless reckless greed ... the inevitable lemming jump is coming. Or why the melamine case ever got started in the first place ; or now its Japanese noodles http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/7690591.stm (If you still don't know what a lemming is, check out Wikipidea or something!)

Don't belief me? - read this http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/7688091.stm The line between reality and fantasy is so blurred now in the minds of so many people, they can't tell one from the other. And that is very dangerous.

Or when parents have to use sniffer dogs to catch their kids using drugs - because asking the kids outright would be "confrontational" http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7688815.stm "Critics claim that the service could be invasive and may break down family trust." But wait on ... isn't the family trust already broken when the kid took the drugs? halloooooo???

I remember what William Butler Yeats envisioned almost 90 years ago in his poem "The Second Coming"

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?