I hope you’re happy now. I’m taking valuable time away from my Hulu viewing schedule to spend time with you. All the episodes of the various permutations of Star Trek are free until the end of March in honor of William Shatner’s birthday. I could watch three or four episodes in the time it takes me to write whatever this is for this week, escaping the mundanity that makes up most of my days.
There are a lot of nice morality lessons in Star Trek, everything from race relations to drug addiction to what happens when you meddle in the affairs of mortals. Star Trek was ground breaking in so many ways. Too bad more people didn’t pay attention. To this day there is still a large section of our populace who consider it little more than fictional fluff, good for a laugh or an idea for their next Halloween costume. Tell that to a whole generation of scientists out there, on your touch pad smart phone…
There are articles aplenty on the cool things we have today because somebody watched a silly Wagon-Train-in-Space back in the ‘60s, so I don’t need to address those. No, what I want to point out are the things we DON’T have yet, things that were everywhere in the Star Trek universe, things that gave us the best examples of what humanity could achieve. Things like manners, common sense, compassion and personal responsibility.
Turn on the television, read the news, follow the trends on Facebook and Twitter and you’ll see what I mean. Hell, just go to the grocery store and experience our society’s lack of the social graces up close and personal. While you’re at it, don’t forget to eat some fruit without paying for it, talk loudly on your cell phone while your child is screaming in his stinky diaper, block the aisle with your basket and six unsupervised kids, ignore the elderly lady with the cane trying to reach for something off a high shelf, be rude to the check out clerk because your coupons are expired, leave said dirty diaper on the ground ten feet from the trash can, and abandon your basket one parking spot over from the cart rack. Oh yeah, I love grocery shopping.
That’s the kind of stuff that boggles my mind. It’s also why I don’t like leaving the house. It’s not that I’m agoraphobic in the clinical sense of the word; I just don’t want to go to jail. Because that’s likely what is going to happen if I’m continually exposed to the kind of rude, senseless, crap that goes on out there. I fear that one day I will snap and you’ll see me featured on the evening news. I’ll be the one in the anatomically correct breastplate, swinging a sword at the fleeing crowds of clueless masses, screaming about the end of the world because someone dropped that one last cigarette butt on the sidewalk right next to the ash can. Believe me, I’ve come awfully close already.
And the grocery store is just the tip of the iceberg. Just in the last few days I’ve encountered stories about seals on a California beach beaten by humans because the latter don’t want to share what wasn’t theirs to begin with, kids on bicycles running over a cat for fun, and a teenager burned to death as the result of a “prank.” WTF, people???
That’s why aliens haven’t openly visited us yet – we’re a bunch of heartless assholes. We’re not progressing as fast as a species as our technology might indicate. We don’t have the ethics and morals to play with the big kids out in the grandeur of space yet, so we’ve been quarantined until we learn how to play nice (Fermi’s Paradox, anyone?).
We tend to worry about the “big” issues of our world – nuclear armaments, famines, war, crashing economies – things most of us don’t have a direct impact upon. We put our two cents in by voting for the people we think will take the steps we want in the direction we want, but that’s about the best we can hope for on the big stage. We tend to forget about the little things we can do, the ordinary courtesies that can help us grow to be a better people. One cigarette butt on the ground may not seem like a big deal. Neither is one paper cut. But there are over seven billion of us on this planet. Even if just one percent of us didn’t care where our trash landed, that’s seventy million dirty diapers in parking lots somewhere. Translate that to paper cuts and then tell me it doesn’t feel bad.
That’s why I hide in my nice little house, playing with string, watching a version of the future that I hope we can achieve, and writing about the things we can do to get there. Sometimes I include my lessons in my fiction, just like Star Trek did, and sometimes I just lay it out right in front of you right here. Now it’s your choice as to how you proceed. Just remember, my sword is never far from my hand…
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