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Moral Fiber Held Hostage by Power

Morals are the guardrails of daily life. When laws are slow, ambiguous, or absent, morals keep neighbors from becoming predators. Yes—morals change, even within a single culture. Some call that “decline.” Others call it “advancement.” When morality ceases to be a shared thread and becomes a private permit, I’m only limited by my moral limits, which are the only ones that matter; social order is at risk.

We don’t have to guess whether moral change can be good. Slavery was defended based on profit and convenient readings of scripture. Interracial marriage was illegal in many states until 1967. Divorce was branded a moral failure, even as an escape from violence. Women who chose careers over homemaking were dismissed as selfish, as if ambition were a vice.

Even our smaller moral judgments have shifted. Tattoos and piercings, once shorthand for “irresponsible,” “a drunken folly,” or signs of criminal association, are now common, meaningful personal statements and art. Online dating used to carry a whiff of desperation, but now it’s ordinary, and even practical.

So the issue isn’t the changing landscape of morality. The issue is the persistent temptation of power to usurp it. It’s when a determined few, or an individual, insist that their morals should govern everyone else, while exempting themselves from the burden of society’s norms of consistency.

That’s when moral limits replace moral fiber. Moral fiber restrains the self. Moral limits wielded by the powerful are used to restrain others. When leaders claim to be the sole keepers of the moral framework, history doesn’t reward them with harmony. Instead, it rewards them with conflict, mistrust, and the slow degradation of the very moral foundation they claim to defend. And those who mainly want comfort, access, and advantage will often go along—because chameleon morality is profitable when you’re standing near the throne.

In a healthy society, the moral posture of elected officials should broadly reflect the people they serve—all of them, not just the loyal, the loud, and/or those who bend a knee. Moral diversity isn’t wrong; it’s necessary. But a line is crossed when one imposes their morality on others without dialogue. Majority rule matters, but so do minority rights—because “shared morality” without protection becomes tyranny with faux-moral backing.

Morals will keep evolving as life does. Moral fiber isn’t loud. It shows up in restraint, fairness, and the humility to admit, “I could be wrong.” A society isn’t shaken because people argue about morals; it is when the powerful stop being bound by anything—when “values” become a weapon, not a compass.

Find your moral fiber, but don’t stop there. Demand it—publicly and relentlessly—from anyone who seeks authority over your life. If they won’t live by civil standards, treat their immoral talk as propaganda to be challenged and rejected. One certainty: moral limits cease with mortality.  NeverFearTheDream   simplebender.com

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Operation Wetback 2.0: America’s Immigration Purgatory

(Except for First Nations….Lest we forgot, we are all immigrants, lest we forget.)

America’s immigration history has two defining bookends—both failures that masquerade as solutions: brute force and endless procedure. In the 1950s, the United States chose force—regionally and aggressively. Today, it chooses process—nationally, diffusely, and with targeted intensity. Both claim legitimacy. Both avoid responsibility. Both are unapologetic for failure and death. Neither deserves moral cover; both merit condemnation.

In the late 1950s, Operation Wetback was panic impersonating as policy. It treated human beings as a problem, refuse, to be flushed from the system—quickly, cruelly, and visibly. Across the Southwestern United States, Texas, California, Arizona, and New Mexico became enforcement zones. Farms, towns, and cities were swept with little regard for documentation or citizenship. The only thing that mattered was ethnicity. Its defenders praised its “effectiveness,” even calling it “a model,” collapsing ethnics into numbers. Humans were caged. Deportations were swift. Fear spread quickly—along with the erosion of constitutional restraint and human dignity. Citizens were caught up. Families were broken. People died.

For all its cruelty, Operation Wetback held one principle firm: deportation meant returning people to their country of origin, typically Mexico. Removal was brutal, but the destination was at least coherent. The state expelled people to a homeland, not into geopolitical limbo.

Condemning that era is easy. The more demanding task is confronting the present.

Today’s ICE-DHS enforcement regime operates as a nationwide system, shaped by discretion, delay, and unequal impact. Enforcement now extends coast to coast, embedded in courts, databases, detention centers, and subcontracted detention abroad. Deportation no longer guarantees return ‘home.’ Individuals may be transferred to third countries not because of their origin but because corrupt, weak governments are willing to accept detainees in exchange for compensation or a diplomatic concession—transactional detention, prisons for hire.

There are hearings now, maybe. Appeals, maybe. Paperwork, surely. Shockingly, today’s violence is less and more isolated, but still vile, unnecessary, and with bystanders being provoked and killed. Actions outsourced to undertrained enforcement at the direction of uninformed and opportunistic bureaucracy. Masked agents, hide their faces, names, and affiliation, are brandishing weapons and using unwarranted force without accountability. Families are not always torn apart in a single raid; instead, more perversely, they unravel over months or years of detention, uncertainty, and displacement.

Operation Wetback was cruelty without due process. Today’s enforcement is often one-size-fits-all, due process without courage. One system expelled people brutally but directly. The other disperses suffering nationally and indefinitely. America’s most infamous mass deportation campaign reveals a shift not from cruelty to compassion, but from visible brutality to managed, indefinite human limbo and indifference.

Immigration laws should be followed by everyone and every organization. We need immigration control and enforcement, but not draconian brutalization. The tragedy is not that America once chose force. It is that, decades later, it still refuses to choose honesty. This is the immigration purgatory we now live in and may die in.   NeverFearTheDream · simplebender.com

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Never Fear The Dream…

Your Dreams should be chased not feared.....
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You arrive with nothing and leave with nothing—but what will you leave behind? Don’t let your perceived insignificance keep you from doing something significant.  Now it’s your turn.25.12.5

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Never Fear The Dream…

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Better to look the fool than be someone else’s. Don’t take yourself too seriously—the mighty and the meek share the same final chapter. Before you start your journey, ask if you’re prepared for the hardships or if you’re chasing the glory. 25.12.4.1

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Never Fear The Dream…

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We judge quickly and forgive slowly—yet expect the inverse from others. Regret often outweighs gratitude. 25.12.4

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Never Fear The Dream…

Wisdom isn’t what you know—it’s what you do with what you know, and how quietly you do it. A sense of purpose gives people drive, direction, and more profound joy than knowledge alone ever could. 25.12.3

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Parable: When King’s Divide—People Unite

Chairs of absent kings trying to divide while the people join hands and unite
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In weary corners of the world, three elder kings sat in their gilded castles, polishing medals they’d never earned. Their peasants staggered through hunger, cheap drugs, and endless funerals, but the kings were busy with more important matters—like drawing new lines on old maps and wallowing in opulence.

One dark, cold winter, the kings gathered at a marble table and decided that ruling their own crumbling kingdoms wasn’t enough. They would divide the whole world into “areas of influence,” like carving a roast they hadn’t paid for. Each slice came with rights: to plunder, to threaten, to “stabilize” by force. Responsibilities, however, were deemed inefficient. One would gain the Orient, one would be allowed, unfettered, to restore their former Empire, and the last would gain a vast Western Hemisphere. They embraced, shook hands, winked, made the deal, and secretly crossed their fingers behind their backs.

Their longtime allies—small kingdoms that had stood by them through storms and wars—were called into the throne rooms and, in ungracious tones, scolded; they were now “on their own.” It was dressed up as tough love, of course. “You must learn to defend yourselves. You must be strong, not weak,” the kings said, while quietly moving their troops, their money, and their promises elsewhere.

The peasants, meanwhile, noticed something awkward: the kings always seemed richest after a war, and safest after a crisis. So the villages began whispering across borders. Farmers traded grain instead of insults. Healers crossed checkpoints to treat strangers. Workers in different lands realized they were all being squeezed by the same velvet-gloved hands.

Soon, small alliances of towns and regions formed—not to conquer, but to refuse. They refused to buy the king’s fear, refused to send their sons and daughters to die for “influence,” and declined to hate people who were just as tired and broke as they were.

When the three kings tried to enforce their New World Order, they found something inconvenient: the world had quietly ordered itself, not into empires, but into bonds of mutual survival. They found that the sovereigns they had harassed and attacked, out of vanity and spite, had aligned against them. The small sovereignties had forged strength by joining together. The weakened kings found that by trying to be dominant, they had become feeble and irrelevant. And then, to their horror, each discovered the other king had made secret trade deals and alliances outside their spheres. Each cheated on the other because they thought they could get away with it.

It turns out, when rulers isolate and divide, the people eventually learn the oldest truth of all: if we don’t lift each other, no one is coming to save us. It turns out that failing, deceptive, greedy kings cannot divvy up the world and forge a lasting new world order. They lie, cheat, and steal for their own prosperity, not the betterment of the people, and the people finally know the truth. NeverFearTheDream simplebender.com

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Never Fear The Dream….

Always return to your beginner’s mind—your shoshin. No matter your skill or experience, seek the wonder and energy of the first time. Good things don’t happen to just a few—it’s that a few choose to see the good in everything. 25.12.2

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Manufactured Scarcity as a Strategy

scarcity for some abundance for others...manufacturing distractions.....simplebender.com

We are told the world is running out of everything: security, dignity, opportunity, patience. The message is constant—there is not enough to go around. And when people believe there is not enough, they do what humans have always done under threat: they turn on whoever is closest, whoever they think has what they should have.

This is manufactured scarcity—not a natural shortage, but a strategic one. The point is not merely to frighten us. The point is to redirect our fear sideways.

Horizontal hostility is far more useful to those in power than unity ever could be. If we are busy resenting each other, we are not examining the hands holding the power strings and who declared the scarcity to begin with.

Consider who benefits when workers distrust workers, when rural communities distrust urban ones, when generations resent each other, when racial and ethnic groups fight over scraps. At the same time, the banquet table is dragged into a gilded private room. The beneficiaries are not hard to identify. They are the ones who remain untouched by the conflict they provoke. They are the ones who used the distraction to fleece for their benefit.

Manufactured scarcity is a form of quiet governance. It makes control self-enforcing. No police state is needed when citizens police each other, when communities fracture themselves, when people become suspicious by default. But this civil fracture is used as an excuse to declare manufactured emergencies to seize more power.

But scarcity is not just political—it is psychological. Once trust is gone, every interaction becomes expensive. Friendship takes caution. Cooperation takes courage. Even hope feels dangerous. The fringe takes stronger hold as the masses in the middle scan the horizon for hope, while looking back in fear of cowardly aggression.

And yet, trust is not rebuilt by argument or persuasion. Ideology is a divider. No ideology has ever restored a broken community. Trust is rebuilt the oldest way humans have ever known: by doing things together, understanding that the most potent joining agents are dreams and suffering, not ideology.

When we work side-by-side—repairing a fence line, running a volunteer shift, restoring a riverbank, organizing a childcare co-op—we rebuild something deeper than agreement. We rebuild interdependence. We remember, through action, that we rely on one another to live.

This is the part those who profit from division fear most. They do not fear protest slogans. They do not fear outrage. They fear cooperation and communication.

Because cooperation makes scarcity visible for what it is: a story someone told us. A story that has authors and agents who have their own agenda.

The significant problems are only solved when the small ones are solved first. We do not need to solve the world’s problems before the nation’s, or the nation’s before we solve the ones on our street. We do not need to fix society before we rebuild the block we stand on. We don’t need to tear down the building to fix the windows.

When we choose to stand together and challenge the narrative, the manufactured scarcity loses its power. The illusion breaks. The wedge loses its edge. And the architects of division suddenly find themselves standing alone. Let’s start by turning away from face-to-face conflict toward shoulder-to-shoulder and side-by-side cooperation and community growth. #NeverFearTheDream simplebender.com

First Published in Bend Bulletin 12/2/25

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Never Fear The Dream…

Your faults are yours. Theirs are theirs. Strengthen yourself and accept others as they are. Don’t waste energy trying to change them—change yourself. See with sober eyes, both inward and outward. Step back from the stones of the mosaic to grasp the whole picture. Be self-sufficient, not isolated. 25.12.1

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