Perhaps this is a complaint? Or possibly simply another tiresome lament? But as one of those faceless millions who through their life has never been counted as being within the color of the moment or the best shape of the hour or properly configured with same at the right place at the right time, I have terminally lost patience with those who pretend to govern all with the artifice of equivocation. From each according to their ability surrendering it to those who are immersed in their perpetual need. In a society completely bereft of fit roles models and overloaded with fictional fantasy heroes I find myself abandoned to my own devices. And this is as it should be because the ultimate lesson of history is that one can only rely on one’s own self and depend simply upon the fruits of their own agenda.
The little ‘we’ are now entering an era where everything they say and do are actively monitored, rated and acted upon by a global SOB sister society. To expect to take the former notions of manhood or womanhood as they were known a decade past into the present is to be reckoned an aberrant criminal influence to the ongoing artificial refashioning of society into the corporate fabric of ‘now’. One that must be ruthlessly addressed and be made to fully conform to its banality. The penalty for non-conformity is social excommunication and an eventual outing from all the normally expected resources of life. Do not bother to cite the Bill of Rights as there are no longer God given rights in the culture of Mammon. The outcome of all public events inclusive of talent are statistically calculated by the desired effect of how it will best serve the overbearing power structure.
This year it’s ‘Black’ next year it will be Hispanic and the year after Asian and so forth, portrayed ad infinitum for the lumpen masses. Those individual who have worked hard and struggled will be pushed once again to the back of the line according to a balancing statistical curve as it matches the current ruling political expediencies. Those more useful by virtue of their mediocrity will be shoved before the glaring spotlights and openly celebrated as the best and the brightest. And the engine of a corrupt society will continue to belch forth unsteadily from one manufactured crisis to the next arbitrary manufactured crisis. The world will be run by a cookbook devised by a think tank somewhere out of sight whose algorithms will insure that no unexpected insight or idea from an unforeseen direction will have a chance of catching on. A panel of faceless judges of dubious qualification will be installed at every level to pass upon the smallest most insignificant issues of every aspect of daily existence. The results will be packaged in shiny shrink wrapped containers or rain down at night in the form of nano particles as issued by the unseen nozzles of aerial tankers of the stuff.
Those faceless citizens once known as ‘homo sapiens’ are now look down upon by another les likely core group of those who by virtue of birth and influence consider themselves an independent species beholden to no one but those within their own inner circle. As the celestial concept of a divine creator has been dispensed with they have put themselves upon the empty pedestals of worship. Everything else upon the globe is but a useful means to their ends of further manipulation of anything they have some element of control over. Their best talent being in how to leverage wealth and balance one against another within those whose labors produce it. They add nothing but attempt to withhold everything. Once again, it will be only the strongest who will survive this Draconian time and will be able to maintain their own unique sense of self by resisting assimilation. Merit as in ‘walking the walk’ will eventually overcome the smoke and mirror amplified talk of generously modified public consensus. All others will be swept away like dry leaves in a cold unforgiving winter wind.
Yes, as expected, this time around, the black girl won. [DWTS].