Chasing That Uneasy Feeling

Neurosis is a layer of denial trying to hide from yourself some legitimate suffering or unease.
I’ve had an uneasy feeling the past couple of days. At the time, the only thing I faced consciously was my first chance to teach a bit at the church I attend. Because I already know I’m the most alien man in the place, I wasn’t sure if I would be embraced, ignored or run out the door. At least the last of those didn’t happen, yet. But upon reflection I discovered this wasn’t really the issue in the first place.
I’m very uneasy from a source over the horizon of conscious intellect. It’s the sort of thing like the Kony business in Uganda. Funny how the MSM notes there are differences of opinion about that video making the rounds virally, but stops short of reporting the contentions of the opposition to the message of Kony 2012. Since when did the US decide Uganda mattered? When oil was discovered. And the organization behind Kony 2012 is almost surely a CIA front. And Kony hasn’t been in Uganda in six years, but we gotta send troops to Uganda.
And I have to wonder if the ruling elite here aren’t just a little angry that Kony seems to be poaching from their pool of children for rape (shades of Franklin and Dutroux). The elites never did appreciate competition. Hint: A certain Senator from a certain state is all wrapped up in Uganda just like he’s in Monsanto’s pockets and is a member of “The Family” — which is just as bad as the Mafia, but a totally different flavor. They advertise their conservative Christianity, of course. Too many Okies are in this, and it makes me just a bit edgy.
As if that’s not bad enough, something tells me we already have lots of military people running around inside Syria. I don’t mean a handful of CIA/Mossad provocateurs, but serious military covert action with pretty large units — boots on the ground, as they say. I’m just a bit on edge waiting to see what, if any part of that, will be officially admitted. They never did admit we had troops in Libya until it was supposed to be over, then said they were “contractors.”
I’m not one to shy away from internal conflicts. Internal peace means more to me than just about anything, so I’ll gladly open myself up for radical changes if that’s what it takes. But as I kept chasing this ghost in my own conscience, I ran across some stories about Kony and Syria, and suddenly the ghost came into the light. It wasn’t me. It will probably affect me, since so much of it is rooted here where I live, but it’s not from me. The part which makes me ill at ease is knowing for once, someone else is making a huge mess, but I’ll still have to help clean it up.
I almost forgot to mention the only problem I face at church is the high likelihood some members there are solid supporters of all this warfare madness. I’m wondering if my different viewpoint will become fodder for some unpleasant words, or worse, and I’ll be forced to look elsewhere for fellowship once again.
Beware the Ides of March.