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DIGITAL-AGE DECADENCE

Queen’s “We Are The Champions” was the graduation theme song for the class of 1984 at Murphy High School, in Mobile, Alabama.  It was probably the graduation theme song for numerous classes before that, since it was released in 1977.  I was among six commencement speakers chosen by the senior and junior classes for the ceremony—at which the Murphy High School chorus sang the song, accompanied by the Murphy High School band.

“We Are The Champions” is not even one of my favorite Queen songs, let alone my favorite songs, in general.  The lyrics are simpler than those of my favorite Queen songs—and the music is not nearly as complex.  Yet note the passionate singing of Freddie Mercury—and the unforgettable instrumentation of the band, particularly the electric-guitar artistry.  And note the raw, wild, real, personal, sincere, human interaction between the band and the audience.

Yes, this is the kind of music that was played at graduation ceremonies and sporting events before the Digital Age.

 

 

 

 

No, this is not a commercial—this is the kind of music that is played at graduation ceremonies and sporting events in this Digital Age.  There is no band—all of the music is digitally programmed, and electronically produced.  And the lyrics are not just simple—they’re totally simplistic, and indescribably trite.  The singing isn’t passionate at all—it’s completely contrived.  And there is no interaction with an audience, because the only audience is an unseen collective of smartphone addicts—none of whom are even interacting with each other.

This is Digital-Age decadence.

Every time I turn around, someone else kicks me when I’m down.

—Original Message—
Sent: Sep 16, 2019, 11:26 PM
Subject: Fwd: UNBLOCK YOUR PHONE, OR FACE A LAWSUIT.

Jeff Spiller called me, early Saturday morning, and acknowledged that he had unblocked his phone from me, for now—but would block it again, whenever he felt like it.

I told Jeff Spiller that, as long as he kept his phone unblocked, he was off the hook—that I wouldn’t pursue legal action against him.
I also stated that I had changed my mind about pursuing legal action against him, as well as you, if you kept your phone blocked—that if you (Christ United Methodist Church) kept your phone blocked, I would only pursue legal action against you.
Jeff Spiller also told me it was not his suggestion that you block your phone—that that was your idea, entirely.
He also told me this (to the best of my recollection):
When you asked Jeff Spiller, once again, to unblock his phone from my phone number, he refused, once again.
And he said you ASSUMED that, because he was so adamant about keeping his phone blocked from me, this time, he had a very good reason to keep it blocked.
Then he said that—because you ASSUMED he had a very good reason to keep his phone blocked from me, this time—you ASSUMED that you needed to block your phone, (251) 342-0462, from my phone number, right away—without even returning any of my calls, first, and simply speaking with me, as I had asked you do, in countless messages.
Did Jeff Spiller state that accurately?
Do I remember what Jeff Spiller stated accurately?
Am I to understand that the only reason you blocked the main church phone from one of your parishioners’ phone numbers is that you flippantly made two blind ASSUMPTIONS?
You have probably heard, or read, the little joke about the word, “assume.”
ASSUME
ASS-U-ME
ASS OF U AND ME
MAKE AN ASS OF YOU AND ME
Jeff Spiller had blocked his phone from me again, for no legitimate reason, whatsoever—as always.
He kept it blocked for many weeks—possibly even months.
In countless voicemail messages, I requested that someone in the administration of Christ United Methodist Church contact Jeff Spiller, once again, and ask him to unblock his phone, once again—and, if Jeff Spiller still refused to unblock his phone, to please call me, and let me know that, and let me know what more could be done about this situation, if anything.
You contacted Jeff Spiller, once again, and asked him to unblock his phone, once again—and Jeff Spiller still refused to unblock his phone.
But instead of calling me, and letting me know that—and letting me know what more could be done about this situation, if anything—you blocked your phone from my phone number too (I am somehow reminded of Luke 11 : 11-13, and especially Matthew 7 : 9-12).
So, instead of making a bad situation better, you made a bad situation worse.
Every time I turn around, someone else kicks me when I’m down—and you’re the latest “someone else” to kick me when I’m down.
All because you ASSUMED that Jeff Spiller had a very good reason to keep his phone blocked from me, this time—and you ASSUMED that you needed to block your phone, (251) 342-0462, from my phone number, right away—without even returning any of my calls, first, and simply speaking with me, as I had asked you do, in countless messages?
All because you flippantly made two blind ASSUMPTIONS?
You made an ass of u and me—but much more of u, than of me.
You made an ass of you and me—but much more of you, than of me.
Scott Wesley Mayo

“And the nicest part of all, everyone else—I act just like you!”

This is why I hate this Digital Age.

—Original Message—
Sent: Friday
Subject: UNBLOCK YOUR PHONE, OR FACE A LAWSUIT.
This is Scott Wesley Mayo.  I am a member of Christ United Methodist Church (Mobile, Alabama)—and have been, since 1979.
Jeff Spiller has been my pastor since 1979.
Recently, Jeff Spiller blocked his phone from my phone number AGAIN.  As always, he did this for no legitimate reason, whatsoever.
Ever since he did this, I have been trying to reach him, at Christ United Methodist Church, at (251) 342-0462, and he has never been in his office.  I have also been requesting that Kim Pratt—or anyone else in the Christ United Methodist Church administration—contact Jeff Spiller, and ask him to unblock his phone from my phone number—and that, if he still refuses to unblock his phone, Kim Pratt—or anyone else in the Christ United Methodist Church administration—please call me, and speak with me about this situation (i.e. let me know what Jeff Spiller has said, and what can be done about this situation).
NO ONE from Christ United Methodist Church has EVER returned any of my COUNTLESS calls.  NO ONE from Christ United Methodist Church has EVER replied to any of my COUNTLESS messages.
And now you have blocked your phone from my phone number—for no legitimate reason, whatsoever.
This is no way to treat ANYONE—especially someone who has been a member of your church for forty years!
This is passive-aggressive abuse of a Christ United Methodist Church member, practiced by both Jeff Spiller and Christ United Methodist Church, itself!
And I have had enough of this passive-aggressive abuse.
If you do not unblock your phone from my phone number—immediately—I will secure an attorney, here in Pensacola, Florida, and file a lawsuit against Christ United Methodist Church—and against Jeffrey R. Spiller (because, if he had not blocked his phone, AGAIN, in the first place, I would have had no need to call Christ United Methodist Church, to reach him, in the first place).
UNBLOCK YOUR PHONE, OR FACE A LAWSUIT.
Scott Wesley Mayo
Christ United Methodist Church member since 1979
P.S. The only reason I’m still a member of your church is that I have never converted to a religion other than Christianity, and I have never joined another church.  But I am a deist, at this point in my life, who feels especially bitter toward Christians who never follow Christ.  So I will have no qualms, whatsoever, filing a lawsuit against an entire church that never follows Christ anymore.
And you do NOT follow Christ by passive-aggressively abusing one of your parishioners—not to mention one of your fellow human beings!
“And he said unto them, Ye are they which justify yourselves before men; but God knoweth your hearts: for that which is highly esteemed among men is abomination in the sight of God.”
This passage of Scripture, Luke 16:15, is tailor-made for hypocrites like you!  According to the Gospel of Luke, Christ himself is addressing self-righteous hypocrites like you, in this teaching!
The name of your church is “Christ United Methodist Church”—how dare you refuse to follow Christ!
My paternal grandfather, William Louis Mayo, rarely attended church, because—as he stated, “The Church is full of hypocrites.”
Congratulations.  By blocking your phone from a member of your congregation—rather than simply speaking with him, as he has been begging you to do, for months—you are proving that the Church is, indeed, full of hypocrites!

The reason I am so hot—all the time—is that everyone else is so cold—all the time.

My father had an opportunity to learn the truth about my blog, thereby about me.

My father had an opportunity to tell me the truth about who had intentionally misrepresented me, by intentionally misrepresenting my blog.

My father had an opportunity to trust me.

My father had an opportunity to have a good relationship with me, in the last 621 days of his life.

And my father decided—on April 10, 2016—to intentionally miss all of these opportunities.

How different everything could have been, if my father would have simply visited my blog—as I asked him to do—and told me the truth about who had told him that vicious lie about my blog, thereby about me—as I asked him to do.

For me, it is like my father died on April 10, 2016, rather than December 22, 2017.

God damn this Digital Age—the coldness of these smartphone-addicted, Digital-Age people.

The reason I am so hot—all the time—is that everyone else is so cold—all the time.

ONE REASON I’M IN HELL (PART 1)

The phone conversation with my father, on Sunday, April 10, 2016, suddenly took a creepy, sinister turn.

“Somebody told me you had a blog—and that you’d written that Mike was gay, and died of AIDS.  Why would you write something like that?”

“Who told you that, Dad?”

“A man from our church—a friend of mine.”

“Dad, I did write that Mike was homosexual, and had died of AIDS complications (AIDS-related lymphoma).  But I also wrote that Mike was a brilliant musician, who was so appreciated and admired by the congregation of his church that he was given a scholarship to Yale Divinity School, at Yale University, to get his master’s degree in sacred music.  Did this man tell you that?”  [ THE GAY WRONGS MOVEMENT ]

“No, he didn’t.  He also told me you had written that I had physically abused you, when you were a child—and that your mother and I had emotionally abused you throughout your life.  Why would you write something like that?”

“Dad, I have written that you physically abused me, at times, when I was a child (by whipping me with a belt, in fits of rage, until he was too exhausted to whip me anymore), and that you and Mom have emotionally abused me, at times, throughout my life.  But Dad, I have also written about the many positive things you and Mom have done for me, throughout my life—especially the many wonderful things you both have taught me.  Dad, I’ve especially written about the many wonderful sayings Mom has taught me, throughout my life—wise teachings that have been so helpful to me.  And Dad, I’ve especially written about the many wonderful skills you have taught me—fishing, hunting, camping, and woodworking skills.  I may have even written how you taught me the lost art of sculling a boat.  Dad, I even wrote a birthday post for you, one year—then a birthday post for Mom.  Did this man tell you that?”  [ HAPPY 78th, DAD!  HAPPY 77th, MOM! ]

“No, he didn’t.”

“Well, Dad, I was going to tell you about my blog—but I was going to wait until you asked me about it.  Let me give you the website to my blog—and you can see, for yourself, what my blog is all about.”

“No, I don’t want to look at it.”

“Dad, did this man tell you why he was telling you this?”

“He said he was just concerned about your sharing all this personal information about our family on your blog.”

“Dad, that doesn’t make sense.  You didn’t even know what a blog was, did you?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Well, Dad, this man knew.  And he also knew that I was the only person who could change anything on my blog—because I was the administrator of the blog.  If this man were concerned about anything I’d written on my blog, he would have immediately contacted me—and spoken with me about it.  He wouldn’t have contacted you—knowing you didn’t even know what a blog was.  But he never contacted me, Dad—no one has ever contacted me with concerns about anything I’ve ever written on my blog.  Dad, I rarely even write about my family, on my blog—in fact, most of my posts, lately, have been about political issues.  Dad, who was this man?”

“I’m not going to tell you.”

“Dad, I just want to call this man, and tell him, ‘Sir, that was a terrible thing you did.  If you had any problem with anything I had written on my blog, you should have spoken with me about it—not my father.  Sir, my father didn’t even know what a blog was—but you certainly did.  And you certainly knew that I was the only person who could make any changes to anything I had written on my blog.’  Dad, this man has lied to you about my blog.  This man has gone through my blog’s archives, cherry-picked certain things I’ve written about my parents and my late brother—then taken those things completely out of context and proportion, in order to lead you to believe that the sole purpose of my blog is to expose and embarrass my family before the entire world. This man has grossly misrepresented my blog to you, in an attempt to make you feel betrayed by me.  And I simply want to confront him about this.  Please just tell me who this man was.”

“I’m not going to tell you.”

No matter what I said to my father, I could not convince him that it was my right to know who this mysterious man was.

I called the senior pastor at my parents’ church, Jeff Spiller.  There was no answer—apparently he wasn’t home.

I called one of my parents’ friends, Jerry Wilson—a communication arts professor at the University of South Alabama, who had also been my faculty advisor at one time—Dr. Wilson didn’t know who it could be.

I even called the Mobile chapter of NAMI (the National Alliance for the Mentally Ill)—my father had mentioned that this man was also a member of his and my mother’s NAMI group.  Since it was Sunday, the office was closed—I left several messages.

I called my father back, and begged him to tell me who this mysterious man was—he hung up on me.

I called him back again—he hung up on me.

I called him back, again and again—he hung up on me, again and again.

Finally, my father said, “Scott, I’m going to block this phone if you don’t stop asking me who told me about your blog—Scott, I’m going to block this number if you don’t stop asking me who told me about your blog.”

That phone was my parents’ landline phone—the one I’d known from my childhood.  That phone number was (251) 661-6228—the phone number my parents had taught me to memorize, as a child, in case I ever had to call them, for any reason.

After my father told me he was going to block that phone from me if I didn’t stop asking him who told him about my blog—block that phone number from me if I didn’t stop asking him who told him about my blog—he hung up on me again.

I was exhausted—I went to sleep.

A DIFFERENT APPROACH

—Original Message—

Sent: Tue, Dec 12, 2017 4:53 pm

Subject: FROM SCOTT MAYO, RE TWO ONLINE PETITIONS I HAVE STARTED

I appreciate your time and consideration, in reading this email.

For a long time now, I’ve been very concerned about the direction our country, the United States, is taking.

Since 2012, I’ve been especially concerned about the destructive impact that unrestrained Digital-Age technology—particularly cellular technology (cellphones and smartphones) and social media (Facebook, Twitter, et al)—is having on our country.

And since June 22, 2015, I’ve been especially concerned about an ongoing trend of state and local politicians censoring their constituents’ historical flags, and destroying their constituents’ historical monuments—without their constituents’ consent.  This posthumous extermination of the Confederate States of America is destructive to the United States of America—and I have been doing all I can to bring awareness to it, and to elicit the help of my fellow Southern Americans, my fellow Americans, and my fellow human beings worldwide, in stopping this destructive trend.

I have started two petitions on the website, Change.org, on which I would appreciate your adding your signature to mine.

The first is to President Trump, requesting that he remove Nikki Haley from his presidential cabinet—because Nikki Haley is the initial perpetrator of this posthumous extermination of the Confederate States of America, and because Nikki Haley is being rewarded for her exploitation of a mass murder.

The second is to Pensacola Mayor Ashton Hayward and the Escambia County Board of County Commissioners to return the First Confederate Flag to its rightful place in Pensacola’s Five-Flags Displays—the historical flags displays of the five nations under which Pensacola, Florida, has lived and thrived.  These local politicians have censored the First Confederate Flag from our historical flags displays since June 24, 2015—without our consent.  They have not even let us vote on this.

Our country, the United States of America, is in serious danger of self-destruction.  The sociopolitical chaos our country is experiencing in this Digital Age is unprecedented in its history.  And this sociopolitical chaos—driven by unrestrained Digital-Age technology—is spreading all over our world.

Most of us seem to be pretending that everything is fine—as if our country’s problems will simply go away if we ignore them.  But this is never the case—no country’s problems simply go away, as if by magic.

Many of us are quite aware of the danger posed to our country, but feel so powerless to do anything about it that we just give up—we just do nothing, and look forward to our deaths, or to a Biblical event that will require no action on our part.

Of course, neither of these approaches is ever effective.

We can turn our country—and our world—around.  But we can only do this together—and with small, incremental actions.

And signing online petitions is a way of taking small, incremental actions together.

Please click on the links below, and—unless either of these petitions is against everything you believe in—add your signature to these online petitions.  Your signature will be greatly appreciated—perhaps more than you know.

https://www.change.org/p/president-trump-remove-the-dishonorable-nikki-r-haley-from-your-cabinet-immediately-so-you-can-immediately-restore-some-honor-to-your-cabinet

https://www.change.org/p/pensacola-mayor-grover-c-robinson-iv-and-escambia-county-board-of-county-commissioners-return-the-first-confederate-flag-to-its-rightful-place-in-pensacola-s-five-flags-displays

And if you want to learn more about the issues mentioned in this email, you are welcome to view my blog, Solosocial, at solosocial.wordpress.com, and to comment on posts, if you so desire.

Again, thank you so much for your time and consideration.

Scott Wesley Mayo

[Grover C. Robinson IV is now the Mayor of Pensacola, Florida, and Robert Bender is now the Escambia County Commissioner for District 4.  I have updated my petition to return our First Confederate Flag to our Five Flags Displays, to reflect these changes.]

SIXTH WILL AND TESTAMENT

This Digital Age is bringing out the worst in people.

And the more Digital-Age stuff they have, the worse they are getting.

This is the reason our government is such a mess—at the federal, state, and local levels.

The people are such a mess.

Their smartphones are nothing but little, electronic drugs—and they are nothing but drug addicts.

And our government is nothing but a pusher—at the federal, state, and local levels.

And our corporations are nothing but pushers.

The smartphone is the most insidiously addictive drug ever developed in human history.

Every single smartphone user is addicted to his or her smartphone, to some degree.

The apps (applications) are what drives the addiction.

‘Get this app,’ ‘Get that app.’

This is how our government and our corporations are pushing this little, electronic drug.

The more apps smartphone users get, the more addicted to their Digital-Age pacifiers they get.

Their smartphones are mindless, godless, and inhuman—and they get more and more mindless, godless, and inhuman, as they get more and more addicted to those little, electronic drugs.

Only those, like me, who chose not to get cellphones or smartphones, in the first place, can see what’s going on.

Only those, like me, who chose not to get Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or other social media accounts, in the first place, can see what’s going on.

Only those, like me, who choose to limit the Digital-Age technology in their lives, can see what’s going on.

A SHORT SERMON FOR TODAY

God is not limited to one system of beliefs; God’s Word is not limited to one form of communication.  God is beyond anything we humans can imagine, classify, or manipulate.  In attempting to limit God, we only limit ourselves.

 

No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other.  Ye cannot serve God and mammon.

Matthew 6:24

 

Om Asato Maa Sadgamaya

Tamaso Maa Jyotir Gamaya

Mrityor Maa Amrtam Gamaya.

Om Shaantih Shaantih Shaantih.

(Brihadaranyaka Upanishad, 1st Adhyaya, 3rd Brahmana, 28th Mantra)

O Lord please lead me from the unreal to the real.

Lead me from darkness to light (i.e. from ignorance to knowledge).

Lead me from death to immortality.

May there be peace, peace and perfect peace.

 

Because God’s Word is not limited to one form of communication, it can be found in the scriptures of different religions—including Christianity and Hinduism.

God leads us from the unreal to the real.

God leads us from darkness to light.

God leads us from death to immortality.

But mammon leads us from the real to the unreal.

Mammon leads us from light to darkness.

And mammon leads us from immortality to death.

When we serve God, we are lead from the unreal to the real.

When we serve God, we are lead from darkness to light.

When we serve God, we are lead from death to immortality.

But when we serve mammon, we are lead from the real to the unreal.

When we serve mammon, we are lead from light to darkness.

And when we serve mammon, we are lead from immortality to death.

May we serve God.

May we not serve mammon.

And, yes, may there be peace, peace, and perfect peace.

This is Hell.

Hell is not hot, but cold.

And Hell is not a place, but a time.

Hell is a time when the air is cold, the water is cold, the ground is cold—and the people are cold.

This is Hell.


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