the fool’s back pocket…

How does anybody manage to get anywhere in a world with three feet of quicksand covering pavement? I am fucking mystified. The train wreck continues unabated, but the psychology of the moment seems almost inhuman, except that it can’t be. We are all prisoners to the limited means of communication, and soon it may not matter how many new words we coin. That’s funny, in case you couldn’t follow the rationale or the irony of slow motion change suddenly picking up speed. There’s nothing to be scared of, everything has happened before, and given enough time, everything will happen again. We are the latest expressions of a movement billions of years in the making, lucky enough to live in interesting times. By definition, our own efforts to secure stability provide the best possible growth medium on which instability can appear.

I have been telling people for years that one of the chief problems in trying to force a pre-approved outcome onto what can only be described as an illusion is madness. Expectations and the psychology of my species being what they are, this has to end in disaster. Late night exculpations with like minded individuals seem to confirm that the revolution will be televised, but only on pay-per-view. Everyone is in on the joke but nobody laughs. I don’t believe for a moment that the average joe has any real claim to ignorance, not in the truest sense of the word. Without any evidence of conspiracy, all you have is the sense that something isn’t right, something so amorphous and ill-defined that to speak of it with any confidence is a true fool’s errand. Nobody can grab hold because the size we are dealing with is the same as the size of any complete set.

This spreading illness of the mind is a welcome development. Diamonds may be hard, but achieving penetration of the dissonance that envelops most of modern day American society is harder. Slowly but surely, this is being achieved. While it is unfortunate and troubling that such a large dose of fear is required to break through the wall, my understanding of humanity interprets this fear as a self-defense mechanism. For those that are prompted to make further inquiry into the events and possible reactions that might be undertaken are the people who make the greatest use of fear. The turtles amongst us will always be turtles. Nobody has ever helped anyone who refuses to help themselves. Let us not quoth Aerosmith. It would be tawdry and cheap. Hookers need not apply.

With such stunning metamorphism on display, it will almost be a tragedy to watch the end of this movie. Whatever your own persuasion and carefully considered context, the same rules do apply to us all. Would it be cynical to question how dedicated the culture around me is when it comes to pursuing an equitable resolution to our current crises? It might be, but there is never a good reason to listen to the judgments of others. Much like my own judgments, they might well be wrong. If we listened and accepted everything that everyone said every minute of the day, we would never get anywhere. Because we never do, I have to question the underlying assumption based on these pitiful conclusions. When will it come together? Unknown. Disaster struck just after the moment that we stopped asking the important questions. If we’re really fucked and without leadership, we still only were given what we deserved.

None of the above should be taken as a complaint. Times might be uncertain, but take another step back and see the meta. My mind? Blown. Instantaneously events are both dire and meaningless, and what seems like hypocrisy is only insanity writ large. The terms are set in what at first looks to be stone, but upon closer examination is revealed as foam and paint. Expectations are in need of management. Labor went on strike and returned to find they had been phased out of the equation. You want to laugh at how ridiculous things have become? Americans are so short sighted that they offshor jobs in search of cheaper employees in an effort to improve the bottom line of the corporate stocks they own in lieu of a retirement savings account. Why would that be dumb? Because in a few years, the sales these entities rely on fall apart when demand is destroyed by millions of jobless folks without the income to feed the beast that betrayed the flag waving in the parking lot. It is a cluster fuck of epic proportions, though our gravestone will still read Here Lies The Empire. It Got What It Deserved.

The citizens eventually decided to join up with Nero, and the itinerant fiddle player has the largest backing bank of any fiddle player in history. Tomorrow we’ll rebuild the city. Today we’ll watch it burn. Bummer. It was never preordained to fall, unless my inestimable friend is right. How much power does built in bias have? Another question that deserves an answer but will be limited by the edge of knowledge. Can’t we get someone on these projects? Everybody wants to be Han Solo, and nobody volunteers to be Luke. Perfect.

One of is too tired to think, the rest are too dumb to to try. Sounds to me like the status quo is safe for another day. Amen.

(Huey and Trowell are off somewhere singing songs and soon I will be too. The moment that my Katrina Check arrives, we’ll make reservations. Anyone need a ride to Connecticut? Half gas on me. If we catch those two rotten bastards, we’ll demand a cut of whatever they’ve managed to put together. If they pass out, steal it, then bring it to me. Everything must go!)