Making A Mirrorball Great Again
With apologies to Nobel Laureate Bob Dylan, let me sing: “For we were so much smarter then, we’re dumber than that now.” On October 23, 2008, long before anyone realized how many of their neighbors believed that America was not quite as great as reality showed (not reality shows) it to be and instead dreamed of the day when it would once again be okay to discriminate, damn, disdain or otherwise dismiss anyone who didn’t toe the party line, ordinary people were already pretty dumb and proud of it.
That’s when I first posted this piece at Today.com.
Welcome to your imaginary world
Published by drfaustroll under Pataphysics at an unrecorded moment from an undisclosed location somewhere undercover in this nation of miserable fucks
Alfred Jarry says hi. I say high. Julio says jai alai. Jean drinks a mai tai.
I’m still wondering what exactly was so great about the Great Depression. Was it named first and the Greatest Generation followed, leading inexorably to the nation of miserable fucks (NOMF™) in which we live today, wallowing in our imaginary pig filth, wondering why the world has become so fucking dull and binary.
And what is this crap with Joe the Plumber? Who has decided that some uncertified tax-delinquent wage-slave who dreams of owning a business he is not currently qualified to purchase is in any way a newsworthy item? Who gave John-Boy McCain and Sarah “Plainly Simpleton” Palin immunity from derision whenever they play the plumber card?
Main Street or Wall Street? What about Klickitat street? What about Smegma Drive? What about the folks who used to live in Idiotville, home of the brave, land of the free?
The universe is not binary. There is no right or wrong. There is no left, no right, no center. Hell, even W. B. Yeats was more intelligent than to believe in a center. He knew it would not, could not hold. After watching Crazy Al Jarry’s play Ubu Roi in 1896, Yeats wrote “…after all our nervous colour and subtle rhythm, after the faint mixed tints of Condor, what more is possible? After us the Savage God.”
Just who is this Savage God? What does She want and when does She want it? I’m beginning to think She likes to smile a lot and wink and say folksy things that mean nothing.
I have yet to find meaning in life or death. In fact, I am so convinced that there is no meaning in life or death that I have given up on looking at either. Instead, I focus on what is and not what people want it to be. The cup is neither half full nor half empty when you drink directly from the bottle.
Yes, I’ve been doing all right and getting good grades, as someone used to sing. The future’s so bright, I’ve got to wear shades.