the daily bummer
Let's say you were alone all morning working and forgot your phone and didn't talk to anyone until the afternoon, and finally when you saw someone you knew them, and they said "You haven't heard, have you?", what do you think they'd be talking about?My first inclination would be to think we'd nuked Iran.
I had a dream last night about being strapped into a chair in front of a senior citizens glee club singing "yakkity yak, don't talk back." which then went into a horrifying medley of other golden oldies. Not a great start to my day.
I was lying there thinking about the fact that we still don't know who shot JFK, but we do know that for some reason, their identities have remained hidden. Those guys killed the president and are safe from the truth. It is also well known that George W. Bush was elected in circumstances no one can deny were outrageously criminal. Twice. Oh, and we went to war based on what are now known, beyond any doubt, to be complete lies. But instead of this, other things crowd our cranial space. There are shopping lists to update and a sophisticated form of denial that, if properly comprehended, would send the field of psychiatry back to the drawing board.
Two hours still until dawn, and I waited for the light to start coming in, thinking about how the United States is dependent on unsustainable energy sources. It doesn't seem to matter to anyone that there's not a strategy for getting away from foreign fossil fuels, because the most anti-populist, national-dialogue-dictating machinations of our time, "think tanks", haven't pushed the issue. Meanwhile, Thomas Friedman writes groovy books about globalism and we space out thinking about the how the free market's going to take care of everything. A sexy, ergonomic tomorrow is alluring, but it's vapor. We've already sold the future for a moment of material comfort. Drive out to the suburbs. Behold, it is miles and miles of cookie-cutter tract-house fuckboxes with air-conditioned game rooms, brimming with badly finished chinese-made crap, sitting next to --and on what ten years ago, were-- honest little family farms. Wtf, not lol.
The guys who shot JFK, if they're still around, live somewhere nicer than I will ever live. And so do their rich children. They have power, and that's what it's all about. We pay the government to do whatever it wants, as long as we have buying power. Once that goes away, a process that is well underway, you'll hear some serious yelling and screaming. But by that time it'll be too late; the criminals will have absquatulated with our taxes which alchemically became their war dollars. Think about it. 9/11 was the best thing to ever happen to some people.
My early morning revelation that the United States is a nation addicted to, clinging as hard as it can to, the stupid and false idea it's all going to work out as if by accident, is your daily bummer!
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