In deepest, darkest Over There, where brown men with moustaches and brown women wearing head scarves speak that annoying chittering blah blah, Bhutto died in a spewing of lead and shrapnel, dozens more innocent participants attending her rally were blown to pulp, and the destabilization that threatens to cause a geopolitical cave-in has now become even more volatile and precarious. But what do you expect from people who have no idea about family, love, devotion, children, education, society or god? Who run around hitting themselves in the chest and head with their gnarled hands, cry out of toothless, spittle-webbed mouths and invariably blame Over Here for their troubles? Makes you sick, doesn't it?
And meanwhile in Over Here, the purple mountains majesty of cardboard and sea to shining sea of torn wrapping paper is being toted off to the landfill, clearing space in our gadget crammed abodes for even more Things, Items and the all important Etceteras. Thank the Lord Jesus Christ Our Savior® who looks over us all and protects us from Evil®. For it is He who prevents those from Over There ever interfering with our god-given right to consume and waste with good ol' gay abandon. And it is Him who smites those from Over There with what's been coming to them for a long time. Over Here is God's front porch where He likes to put his feet up and from which he scans the smokey and uncertain vista, julep in hand, tsking a mighty tsk.
This latest Christmas season has had more suggestions of a coming apocalypse than of peace-on-earth-goodwill-toward-men. Yes, there will be the vomitings of tragically deranged radicals here and there, making our hearts go tachycardiac and forcing us to turn to ever less reliable sources for answers to our multiplying fears, and those answers will be of the fire-and-brimstone variety because they are the simplest and most primally digestible of concepts: we act bad, make man in sky angry, he smash us. But there will be no final destruction of the species in a storm of fire hurled from heaven or a steady volley of dirty bombs from the hands of the never seen but conveniently ubiquitous Al Quaeda (attributes similarly found in the descriptions of other gods and demons populating our New World Order). Our end will be a creeping, overwhelming numbness, a dousing of the fragile flame that flickered for the briefest of moments. Like dying, once it finally happens we'll never know it did, or that we ever were here at all. And thus does our consumer, pop and religious obsession render the human experience as it stands presently: after all that turmoil and promise just so fucking, so wastefully banal.
I'm not sure whether this is a diatribe against consumerism, ignorance or religion. I just know that I fear for a world where all of those are rampant and thoughtless and spreading by the minute. Assassinations, beheadings and torture are once again familiar rituals and routinely used terms in our modern, evolved, supposedly enlightened culture. Prevailing attitudes condone malevolence, selfishness, division, lethargy, cluelessness and violence as long as there is a profitable exchange at the end and all in the name of god and country. The static is virtually everywhere, the toxins leeching into our thirsty bodies from the air, the water, the food, the fabrics, the media are unchecked, their warnings go unheeded. Consuming is breathing. Consuming is eating. Consuming is feeling. Consuming is living. And Death is eternal. (Possible side effects include the moment preceding Death being full of regret at the loss of what we as a race could have, should have done to lessen our pain, increase our intelligence and elevate our spirit.). How's that for a sales pitch? Truth in advertising, that's all it takes. So, feel bad? Feel afraid? Feel alone? You know what to do: close your eyes and listen. You will either hear "ka-ching". Or eternal nothingness.
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You never cease to amaze. Your pieces are always on the mark. As an English teacher for 30 years, I became more and more saddened by the lack of thinking that my students exhibited. With No Child Left Behind and other politically driven standards, we have failed our students and our country. Perhaps this is not accidental. Our government does not want free, creative, thinkers. Teaching students to think is subversive. Well, I am guilty of that subversion. I think that is where our problems today begin. We have an uneducated electorate that cannot see through the rhetoric of ads or speeches. You cannot maintain a democracy with uneducated voters. That was why Jefferson wanted a free public education system for all. We must begin by addressing our crumbling, outdated ideas about education and teach our students how to think critically if we are to survive.
And as for the rants about consumerism, I assume you're all talking about the consumerism that occurs AFTER you buy your computer? Peace and love.
That ignorant, arrogant, mental midget Bush said GO SHOPPING FOLKS, AND CUT TAXES FOR THE RICH.
How dare we consider not being the consumer they want us to be...
I mean, I've seen the 'Thank the Lord Jesus Christ Our Savior®' stores in some of the malls, and since OUR 'consumerism' is now manifestly tied to religion, that mean's SHOPPING is a path to eternal salvation,...RIGHT?
I'm thinking that the idea some have of 'Heaven' - is INDEED credit cards with 'no limits' and an eternity of 'shopping'. With every 'purchase' an angel gets it's wings...
Shopping, buying, fit and a shan,
The Devil's tool is an idle hand...bag.
Oh well..
Thank you, again, Steven. You're anathema to ANY of the current 'status quo' leaders that're STILL playing 'fear cards' at us, and saying 'stay the course'.
I can relate to your lament. Thanks for being one more voice speaking of the growing unease in our world. A dark cloud is coming over us, made up of many of the things you mention. Dogmas, magical thinking, power, consumption, pollution, alienation, greed, obscurantism, all add up to make us all feel anxious. Even the lightness of Christmas was not enough to lift us out of our fears.
And then comes the question of why? Why is this happening? Can't we all love each other, and let in the light?
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you have to take your fabulous intelligence, your gifts, your passion and despair, and do the hard hard work of imagining how we can turn things around. Present us with one story, one scenario of hope.
We could rededicate this country's resources into inventing and manufacturing remedial and zero-net-impact technologies. Write that speech - I Have A Green DREAM, if I may reference one individual who did imagine, who did find a vision to give to his people.
I love your rants, being likeminded. *And* I encourage you to go beyond. Make shit up, help create the vision we need. We need those stories more than anything if we are to survive. Our job as artists is not just to reflect reality, it is to create it. As the man said "IMAGINE".
My brother and I dug a hole in the homesite across the street, and covered it with plywood planks, in the grey, cold, third weekend of November 1963, ... to find warmth from worry, and escape from fear. It did not work for us then, and it will not work for the children of Pakhistan today!
The "X-Rays" which have been released may be related to the death of Benazir Bhutto, but they are cartoons, ... not true radiographs, and certainly not proof of the cause of her death.
To this day, the American People have never received a full and unveiled accounting of the death of President John F. Kennedy. Autopsy photos were included in the Warren Report which could not possibly have been those of our President. No explanation for the substitution has ever been provided.
Pakhistan's children will deserve a full accounting of why Ms. Bhutto's assasiantion is or is not fully and appropriately documented. I assure you that they will want, and eventually demand, a much clearer accounting than we received here in the United States, so many years ago.
May Benazir Bhutto rest in peace, and be forever revered by her sisters and brothers in Pakhistan, as a faithful daughter of Islam, and as a patriot, and proponent for the preservation of Democracy in her homeland. Her faith in the Prophet and in her Pakhistani People will shine forever, both in her Home and in All the World.
I am honored to have lived in the days when she was among us here on the Earth.
There were no riots that I recall.
Yes, it would appear the planet and its species are dying.
Steven, sometimes you're just too good! Really enjoyed your post, you've done a string of winners on Huffpo, congrats.