The land of the free time and home of the fat middle class slobs, alas Babylon, indeed. For the desolate parking lots of American stand for the dream that never was, and never could be. How many souls plunge away at dead end jobs to hold their menial lives together? How many broken men get up at the crack at dawn and go to their repetitive tasks to earn their wages to keep their families fed, warm and dry?
But someone somewhere asks the question…where are the brilliant minds? Where are the leaders that are supposed to guide us when we are lost? To whom do we go to when all seems so lost, so beyond our comprehension? Well those who know better sit in disgust, in judgment. Yes, I too. I see the Budweiser commercial tell us that this is what we are working for, a truckload of beer. And the truth hurts. But so what, what does this have to do with our salvation? What does this have to do with our redemption? Those that could help can't. No, the overeducated intellectual has too many things on his mind for social reform. There is making fun of the stupid; there is making fun of the other intelligent people they disagree with, and for some ruling the world. Those fuck faces with the minds to do good are all to self-absorbed to see the that their rants about the self-absorbed reflect their own lack of character, and yes I too suffer from this.
But the masses are asses, thinking that the millennium means something. Not out of anything real, just out of its novelty. But because they are there to witness something that happens once in every thousand years they feel special. What fools they be! All that you see can only be seen at the time you see it. Every moment of every angle, of every second of your life is unique to you and you alone. No one will or shall see things the way you did.
But that isn't enough is it? No, the shared experience is the more important thing. The fact its recognized by the masses, the fact we can all stand together and recognize the same thing for the same second, that is all that matters. But the irony is the millennium brings the fear. The fear of god. The fear of the apocalypse. So hurry up with the repenting, burn the witches to prove your morality. Because you the shit because somebody else ain't. Yes, burn the drug dealers and users, the gamblers and blasphemers. Draw the line between the right and wrong and enforce the image of what humankind should be, in your image. Like the iconoclast we pretend to be lets tear down the wall that man put there, make a culture of it, then in twenty years make a Nike commercial out of it. How long until a Nirvana song ends up in a commercial? How long till generation X, becomes generation Next? Too late motherfucker. The best of the nineties CD "As Seen on TV" is already out before the Nineties is over. Just as evil as the eighties, but too poor to buy the clothes.
I noticed I don't know any one in shoe factory, TV factory, Radio factory, Battery factory, or watch factory. But why? We all use those things don't we, I think so, 98% of americans have TV's. I thought I'd run into one sooner or later, but no. Some nation that exploits its uneducated children provides with all that fun stuff. And the cycle of poverty will continue. The drug market will still prove lucrative, and the poor non-violent will pack the jails so ignorant white day laborers can feed their obese families with twinkies. And with all that consumption of sugar and ignorance all we can pray for is more school shootings to take down the population of hillbillies some (note WordPerfect recognizes hillbillies as a real word).
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