Monday, May 10, 2010

Brand New Day -OR- No Suprises

My prescription: We need a good long lull. A little bit of actual rest and relaxation. After all, we aren't pulling down six-figure salaries to deal with this shit. We didn't beg anyone for the job. We didn't lie, cheat, screw or steal to expedite a rise to power. We didn't weaponize fear, angst and anxiety or harness the output to such large benefit for so few. We're just trying to get by.

We've been swilling Red Bull and Dexadrine for decades now and the frayed edges have taken over. We feel like shit. We look like shit. Regardless of the beauty ethos, mainlined into our daily diet, the fact remains that we are round mounds of arrogant disinformed ignorance. Not our fault, just our conditioning. Guided by a gauzy nostalgia of bygone days that not only alters present reality, but also prevents societal progress. Somehow the "permissiveness" of the past has caused our difficulties for which only stricter controls, conformity and abdication of rights can provide security.

As a country, we didn't engage in genocide. We didn't enslave people as chattel and sustain dominance with violence. Or if we did, it was just what was required at the time. We've moved beyond that now?

Out of the worst cocaine induced psychosis of the 80s we got Supertrain, the Brat Pack and Saint Ronnie.

Most people agree that we've never recovered. Most believe that today is somehow the fault of 60s radicals. I only disagree on who the 60s radicals really were. It's not irony that the winner of the ideological struggle of the 60s was nationally spearheaded by criminal Spiro Agnew acting on behalf of criminal Richard Nixon or that Agnew's import and involvement has been all but scrubbed from the official records.

The utter failure to deliver on the promise of LAW and ORDER and the near-constant redefinition of victory needed to sustain the scam should be exhibit A for the long overdue inquest into what is ailing us.

“If the law supposes that, the law is a ass—a idiot. If that’s the eye of the law, the law is a bachelor; and the worst I wish the law is that his eye may be opened by experience—by experience.”

We KNOW all of this. We believe it all too. When we drop our pretenses and fears, the whole scam briefly falls apart until ratcheted back into formation by our conditioning. A gilded cage is still a cage.

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