It’s A Boy: A New Concept For Law, For A New Direction Of Law: Positive Justice




i have a suggestion to make, a rather gigantic one… one that will require contemplation, & discussion, but one that in the end is right, i feel.

see, we are coming from cells, & as this unfolds we are coming from a more draconian (meaning strict & severe) sense of Justice to a more enlightened, broader circle-of-compassion’d, civilized sense, advocacy for, & exaction of Justice. we simply put punish people less vengefully as time & civilizing occasion us.

“the (criminal) justice system” – both Retributive Justice, meaning punishment & Restorative Justice, which has to do with compensating, focus on how to deal with the illegal.

what is legal, in the eyes of the Justice system, is by & large considered all equal – when you look at how the government treats citizens’ legal doings. to split a rock is equally valuable as volunteering your help to someone in need . . . they are both merely ‘legal,’ in the eyes of the law – both are merely ‘allowed’.

what, then, about formalizing the reward half of Justice? as it stands, if you do wrong you will suffer punishment or find yourself on the losing end of restoration; if you do neutral, it is treated indifferently . . . but what about those doing Good? shouldn’t we reward Good deeds even more than we beat back with a stick crimes against each other?

as i understand it, subsidizing say The Good Will’s enterprise is something done ‘wthout policy’ – by that i mean we have policy & law against crimes, but we have no legislative policy for rewarding, thru financial subsidies as well as other forms of human payment, like public recognition, good deeds.

What I’m Saying Is, Let’s Start Nourishing Our Peoples. Let’s Praise The Children That Are Our Body Politic.

Let’s Make Up For Our Neglect Of The Reward Half Of Justice, & Have A Community Of People Who Feel Good For Doing Good.

Thank You.

=) Joe

 


 

2023 September 26th: I have since titled this Positive Justice (the reward half for Justice)!

Literary Writing: “Impressionism” ((Proto Version))




this is a what-i-felt-was new form of writing that at the very least i have not seen before. i have written a lot more than i have read, probably, so it may well have been sparked times before.

without further ado, a piece titled “Impressionism”:

 

A Dream.

Naked.

Ecstasy.

The wind roared around a maniac hotel. Snowballs were thrown, & cold air breath was faked to be from a non-existent cigarette.

Snowballs were thrown. Snowmen smiled. Lightning veined the air. The sky was blue. A kid laughed.

Snowballs were thrown.

The belly laughs of beerbellies. Old St. Nick rapped on the windows. Snowballs were thrown. A snowglobe glittered down.

Slushpuppies. The air around a fireplace. The teddybears of understandings of lovers. The shy eyes. People in striped coats. Plaigiarism.

The wind roared around the maniac hotel, & the bedsprings shrieked. Her panties hung off the bed.

Ecstasy. Sleds. An old crow.

Rollerskates make marks.

The icicles were like candycanes.

Her shoes were like iceskates.

The car ride was so filled with fumes we got lightheaded. Dizzyspells. Earthquakes. Jupiter. Nam.

Election results. Red, white, & blue. Sparklers. The wind roared around the maniac hotel. Mashes of berries.

Mashes of berries. Creativity his or herself. The seeds.

John Milton. Chris Matthews. Isaac Hayes.

The ghost ship. Ennui reaching out from The Muses. The hand in the puppets. Mannequin with a scarf.

Elvis.

The wind roared around the maniac hotel; snowballs were thrown.

I opened the door. Elvis. Parades of people. The low shelf.

Bookshelf. Elvis. Mashes of berries. Election results.

The wind howled creativity. A spine. Two people, loving inbed. ((The bed springs shriek creativity.))

City skyline. Elvis. Tambourines. The table romance-band.

People in tanktops. Elvis. Mashes of berries. Election results. The sky was blue.

The Sun burned angry. (People in tanktops. Mashes of berries.)

Countless fingers. The hand that controls the steering wheel. Betting wheels. Mashes of berries. Cleopatra.

Countless fingers. The wind roared around the maniac hotel.

Fingers weaved. The crush of ecstasy. Pursuit. Happiness.

Mashes of berries.

Our eyes held in Love.

(The End.)