Mad as Hell

Philosophers, who apparently lived in the days before alcohol and other pharmaceutical substances, have suggested that our highest aspiration should be the attainment of peace of mind.

Here are my questions for them:

• Why is peace of mind a rare, fleeting emotion and not an unremarkable birthright?
• Why should we only attain peace of mind by actively seeking it?
• Why doesn't actively seeking peace of mind, probably the ultimate example of selfishness, preclude it's attainment?
• How is it possible to achieve peace of mind when society is under the control of those whose desire to be in control should automatically disqualify them from actually being in control? 
• How can anyone feel at peace when there are 11 million undernourished people in developed countries?

And here is my version of desirable, theoretically attainable, but totally worthless aspirations with which we try to palliate our anxiety.

• An unshakable belief that it will all turn out alright in the end (otherwise known as naivety) when we all know full well that life is, inevitability, a loosing game.
• A child-like belief that there is a God who is waiting patiently for our next request, even thought there are 7.6 billion other self-obsessed whining, needy losers pleading for his or her immediate attention to their demands.

So why shouldn't we readily identify with Howard Beale?  
Anyone who is not mad as hell is simply not paying attention. 
But maybe leaning out a window and shouting at the world is not the most effective way of bringing about change. The sad reality is that nobody could give a fat rat's arse whether you or I are going to "take it" any more or not.
We are all doing our utmost to simply just take it every day of our pathetic lives, and facile advice to join the bloody queue, to just suck it up and get on with it, is not helpful.

Perhaps all we can do is spend some time in meditation. 
Or jump out of the bloody window.