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Monday, January 30, 2012
Let Me Clear My Throat


"Don't you know there's a war going on?" - 1960s commonplace

So you're all up in arms because the miiddle class is becoming poor?  Or, to be candid, because it is becoming less middle-class?

I don't give a loose shit.

You didn't care about us, when we were the wretched, and you weren't.  And if now perhaps we are not, but you are, you may expect us to return the favor.  Enjoy growing the fuck up.

Meanwhile there is untold death and horror - but never on our soil.  But the blood is often on our own hands, even if we have collectively agreed, post-9/11, etc., to never fully acknowledge the actual situation we are in.  So we render the blood and the catastrophe invisible - or we agree to tell each other that it is invisible.

The actual situation is largely absent - conspicuously absent - not only from public discourse, but more terrorizingly, from our face-to-face interactions and even from our intimate conversations - and most likely, from our inward stream of consciousness.

Huge swaths, too, of this country have been destroyed - physically, ecologially, economically, and spiritually - in Louisiana, Florida, and in a sense, in Detroit.  But overseas (always by sea, never by land!) entire languages are dying in a single battle.  And antiquities have been lost - enire strata of civilization, gone.  And endless death, cripplings, pain, cruelty of all kinds, and starvation. 

And on a more selfish note, the ongoing putsch to remove as much of our civil liberties, constitutional protections, zones of relative privacy, and let's face it, scope for action, as is possible.  In connection with which, let us observe in passing how far persuasive technology - applied memetics, if you will - has advanced.  Further, at least, than is generally acknowleged, which isn't saying much, considering that it is not acknowledged at all, what with acknowledging it being the sort of thing with which it is concerned.

And yeah, there are no jobs, no housing (that's legal for use), no credit, no savings, and no safety net.  (I knew a woaman who died from this, so don't tell me I don't understand the stakes of mere economic problems.)  And of course the gummint refuses to protect us from the "private sector", or intervene against said on our behalf in any meaningful way soever.

And this is to say nothing of impending unrest, everywhere, due to Gutenberg-scale disruptions of established society throughout the world, (does anyone remember the Reformation? the Thirty Years' War?) escalating miltance on the left and right and across the religious spectrum as well, with massive unemployment to only get worse following troop discharges (soldiers are "employed" - the discharged are just that), to say nothing of automation, whose very purpose is to reduce employment...  (Though I suppose a 25-hour work week would fix that, at least.)  Or: zombie hordes of the unemployed, unwelfared, unhoused, unfed, and un-FEMA'd.

And all this is trivial  in comparison to the paralyzing fact of the immanent - really, ongoing - collapse of the ecosystem, which is a fancy word for life in the universe as we know it.  Already in some places we see actual total collapse, as around the Gulf of Mexico.  (As the saying goes:  "¡Pobre México!  ¡Tan lejos de Dios y tan cerca de los Estados Unidos!" (Poor Mexico, so far from God and so close to the United States!))  And of course, there is a literal black cloud over central China, and the huge, dead Pacific Garbage Patch.

So - lifeboat scenarios anyone?

I don't know why I'm telling you this - some of you seem a little less cretinous than the Soylent Pinks, I suppose.  Sorrry I'm not funny today.  It occurs to me that perhaps that I reduce my popularity when I am fixated on impending doom, but at least I'll get to say "I told you so!" and everyone knows how much that makes everything better, which is to say not at all.  But, hey, sorry to harsh your mellow, sister and brother robots.


Posted at 8:38 am by Jeremiadist

Penrod Jashber
February 19, 2012   05:43 PM PST

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