Foofooraw And Ballyhoo In The Messy Land Of The First World.
Geh.
Yeah-yeah-yeah, very bad and what not. I get it. Barack Obama, The Disappointing Savior Of All That Was Green And Good.
Let us step outside for a moment, though. Kim Stanley Robinson's '2312' includes these years in the period he calls 'The Dithering'; everyone still on earth in 2312 looks back on this time with scorn as evidence that we're not evolved at all. Brave and loud stupidity, big noises that don't mean anything, crisis after crisis that future history will lump together inside a few paragraphs that could not possibly keep the future student awake once the last witness kicks the bucket.
Let me begin again: it all started on December 12th, 2000, amirite? The political crooks in cheap black robes known as the Supremely Distorted sledgehammered us into a terrible spiral. GodDAMN did we get smacked. Smart and stupid, rich and poor, all of us together got bomped, and if you think the rich getting richer makes it all okay for them, just check out the future twenty years down the road.
Mickey the Military Industrial Complex is an automaton, growing by leaps and bounds. People with the skills get cherry-picked out of the educational assembly line and guess what? Most of them aren't Good Will Hunting. Most of them are needing a weekly paycheck. And this general guy gives a good speech, and they all got sweaty palms watching the bodies fly out of the World Trade Center, so they get stuck down in the Electronic Bowels hacking out code for Big Brother. And now Mickey is so frickin' big that he's become like that old movie 'Colossus', and so much of our time and energy has been spent going down the wrong fucking path that our economy would probably collapse if we didn't have TerrorMan to fight.
We could have been somebody. We could have been a contender. But instead of converting to hydrogen and flooding the back hills of the Middle East with food, cash, condoms and televisions, we decided (although not as an electorate: see Bush v. Gore) to build the Biggest Destructo-Robot the world has ever seen 'cause Mickey said so. And now we're stuck in this stupid place.
Not to mention our good buddy, the Devil Himself, Antonin Scalia, with his absolutely wonderful invention: Democracy Not. Now Mickey and the good folks at FuckYou Corp have joined up, and holy cow, are we getting a SHOW. If I went back in time to your 1996 self and showed you a montage of today, you'd think it was a satire. Whoda thought? Not me.
So, the big question: Are Mickey and FuckYou Corp going to shoehorn the human spirit into a Factory Farm from which there is no return? Some on this board are sure of it. Me, I think we're going to continue down this messy path into whatever future it is that if I showed you the tape of right now you'd think it was satire, and I think any survivors are going to think we were really stupid and backward and dull-witted except for certain cartoon characters that maybe sparked a revival of the human spirit, and why do I think that?
'Cause Mickey and FuckYou are incompetent. Just like Mitt and Rupert and all the other Gold Children -- they just suck at Evil. Really, I could do a better job. Only the incompetent can do the Evil, man, 'cause they got the 'Insufficiently Complex Thinking' problem (anybody get that reference? Bueller?), and no one with any insight or soul's going to help 'em out.
Long, dramatic sigh. Of COURSE there's not supposed to be an NSA program sucking my tax dollars while perusing my surfing habits and listening to my long, boring phone calls talking to my old high-school buddies about historical oddities. Everybody really kinda knows this, even the Mediocre Will Huntings chopping data down in the basement right now, all of whom are going to chuckle over this post. We went down the wrong road. We're probably going to fuck things up even worse. It's going to be messy, and people are going to die in fear and pain, and six generations from now, Mickey and FuckYou's bastard love child is going to STILL BE TRYING. It's just how this story goes.
But. That all being said. I personally cannot BELIEVE we pulled off Barack Obama. NO WAY. Mickey and FuckYou are hating on us for that, for sure, forever. Right now they're rubbing their greasy fat hands together and liquidly chuckling over Barack's Little Problem that he's having. No one's pointing at Mickey or FuckYou; all the Hyper-Good Lefty types are mad at their own guy right now, so much so that they're calling him Mickey and FuckYou's First-Born, and casting aspersions his way that they normally reserve for Karl and the Wrecking Crew. Glee all around the Machine, babies. Winning!
Me? I'm still can't believe we pulled off Obama. Really, I thought we were all going to be in the pens right now, making parts for the Chinese middle class. Not really; but maybe a little, I thought that, yes I did. Fucking Dick Cheney, amirite? There's not a part of me that believes Barack is into this, or the sly servant of Antonin and his Dark Cabal. I call bullshit. Fuck-up, maybe. Stuck in the amber of the Dull-Witted American Electorate, probably. Yeah, he's the President that put an end to All Things Uselessly Anti-TerrorMan, and then ::poof:: comes the little Incident that Karl cooks up, and before you know it, we're sliding All The Way Down to Grandpa Adolf's Processing Plant.
That's how these things work. Make a move, and they got you. Make a different move, and they got you. We're stuck in the Twenty-First Century Shit River without even a stick to stir the delicious brown pudding of our Glorious Future, and here we go down Adventure River toward the Big One, whatever that's going to be. But me, I'm keeping my eye on Mickey and FuckYou. They're not so good at this Evil thing, and it's just maybe a tiny bit possible that we could fuck 'em up if we kept our heads on. Taking down Barack's what they want, brothers.
And they want it bad. So bad. I'm not going to help 'em with that, and neither should you.
I think I was born too soon. Primitives fucking EVERYWHERE. Thirty-million year old Lizard Primates all around me, and they seem to have no trouble walking around in the blood -- because they have CLAWS on their feet.
So -- perspective. Mine. Yeah. That's right.
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Do you write for a living?
If not, I'd consider it.
That is fucking BRILLIANT!
Mark Morford on steroids!
Keep it up!
