Life gives us varying expertise. Growing up in the seventies, a Gen-Xer, chaos is my home. It’s perfectly normal that disheveled, unhappy people like my baby-boomer older siblings, be running hither and thither in pursuit of who knows what??

“Social change” was the public school program language then. And now by the Socialists. But, “Changed into what??”

The hens whose behavior I studied for this Chronicle seem better accustomed to life’s trials and experiences than people today. Hens experience happiness and freedom. Life is not droning in some endless chore. Or, fighting endless wars.

Our nation has been fighting wars against “Poverty” “Drugs” “Racism” “Inequality” and “Terrorism.” We’ve a war machine in Washington D.C. as dangerous as the loosely labeled goals of our collective existence.

What if the engineers were wrong? The social engineers, I mean?

We’ve been told that a war on social problems (and other wars) is how we solve humanity’s problems. All are collective energy, intellect, and money organized into action – achieving the “programmable end” of human happiness…

Where’s the happiness? Where did all that money go, really?

Maybe happiness doesn’t come to humanity by force? Maybe that is why hand-me-down assumptions of previous generations are failing? People don’t like to be forced to do anything – especially things that don’t make sense to them.

If we tried to be objective, we may discover human happiness doesn’t come in one-size-fits-all solutions from on high. The High places of Washington D.C., I mean. Then, we’d recognize the dissolution of so destructive an avenue of human oppression – evolutionary speaking- is what happens next.

The power structure that is destroying us may possibly be swallowed up by the swamp it has made. The idea of “engineering human happiness from on high” may disappear into a sinkhole of our collective consciousness.

Washington D.C.’s political war machine has haunted and terrorized the world for decades. It’s a culmination of our collective fears and ambitions, good and bad. It’s also armed and funded and poised for attack. Like a cornered animal, it’s trying to save itself from its own destruction. Hence the chaos the in the collective.