This culture is drunk upon it’s own insignificance! Postmodernism, POP, that ever ongoing I-Phone patterned software conducted thought process, where’s it getting anyone? The incessant useless lists of time wasting ‘to-do’s’ precluding useless thought. Fort those of us of politically suspicious natures, it’s another day at the office! Keep the ‘Proles’ occupied with minutia! “What’s Miley up to with her genitals or her booty?” “Let’s dig up Michael Jackson and make a few more hundred million!” Somebody in Nebraska said “Fag” or “Nigger” on their private cell phone!!! The flickering light from the mouth of the cave behind this mental clink of chains seems to be from a Yahoo face page. ‘Free ain’t free if you brain is washed clean in the process.’ Participation online is beginning to sound like some form of suicidal form of spiritual self-destruction!
It’s the illusion of a forum like this one! A perpetually dark vast stadium sized auditorium where the hint of a real audience is never detectable. One person? A hundred million? None at all? who knows? It’s that promise of some unexpected effect of possibly six-degrees or more to that right person’s thought process who in turn might be motivated by your effort in a manner in keeping with your own ego’s call to have an effect. What ego crap do do! Maybe chalk on a random sidewalk with a poop baggie would be a more effective way at this point?
Memorial Day is simply a pinwheel to these ever dedicating powers of a ‘collective consciousness of social media that be’. Xmas is simply red and green and white to big box retailers, Easter is a couple of painted eggs and perhaps a bunny rabbit to Google and Bing. You never ever find out what they believe in? No hint of a God apparent in anything they say. Or perhaps, a hint of some alternative force suggest-ably unsanitary enough to be conspicuously left out of the conversation. No doubt for their own good. Their message? “Love everybody!!!”, even if they come each night to piss in the corner of your living room. It’s all a joke, “ha ha ha!” Funny! Funny how we never see a silly looking Rabbi’s in drag? Funny, how pissing on Jesus in your guest bathroom is such a hoot to those Hollywood types who made their billions off stealing the life’s juices of ‘prime time’ addicted generations. It’s just more of what Jeff Koons likes to call ‘FINE ART’.
Perhaps all that means something special to the well-heeled young up and comers who have all the facts about yesteryear readily at hand and plenty of wall space above the davenport for good investments? To me it seems another yellowing pee stain left by another group of uninvited guests. And sometimes I wonder? if I had the power to roll up this entire world-wide media empire like a dirty rug that my dog’s been serially crapping on, or that uninvited house guest has been sharing the contents of their bile upon, and just leave it out on the curb to be taken away with the trash? I don’t need ‘culture’ to affect my ever diminishing commercial existence, in fact at this point, I really could care less.