I wonder if anyone has ever stopped to consider that Bizet’s ‘femme fatale’, Carmen, would have inadvertently and un-romantically, announced her imminent presence with the odor of cigar tobacco, mainly it’s smoke? Being ‘smart‘ is a misnomer that doesn’t necessarily cover the residual benefit of a good standard education. Of course such luxuries have been snatched away from the common folk with the introduction of Common Core and its antecedent “No Child Left Behind.” The fact that the education wagon train is hold up wagons circled in the vortex of Globalist liberalism is a conundrum that will come to haunt the world for the next century or more as generations of functionally impacted morons who are simply aware of Internet ‘Newspeak’ as their most reliable oracles will flood the lower echelons of Western society and rot it away from the inside. ‘Gone’ to the Age of Reason and the Rights of Man! “Voltaire?” “Who be he?” ” One of Ironman or Thor’s old villains?” “Didn’t ‘White’ privilege begin four hundred years ago when the white race appeared from UFO’s on the otherwise peaceful continent of Euro-Africa?”
The mind boggles not so much for the fact of institutionally implanted ignorance as the smokey stealth of corporate NGO inspired apathy. It is safer to sit snuggled within one’s own comfortable demographic no matter how venal and pathetically under informed then choose from the X-finity/UVerse for a ready supply of scapegoats to throw metaphoric cans and bottles at from the safety of one’s inner sanctum cushioned sofa. The portable barrier of the Smartphone, equally up to the task of providing a smoke screen in shutting off any possibility of random human contact with the danger of divergent unwelcome opinions through the moment to moment mind numbing techno-worship of the official party line. We all sit tensely within the circles of Conestoga wagons several valleys back enduring through daily crisis after manufactured crisis waiting patiently for those life taking arrows and tomahawks to be flung from mysterious diabolical hands. No one gives a any weight to the possibility that it is all naught but an ongoing ‘dog and pony’ show put on by our own set of villains for the routine traffic management of the intellectually starved popular masses. After all, physical deprivation goes along nicely after all with a well-regulated program of purposeful calorie conscious mental vacuity. As Jacob Rodney Cohen, alias Rodney Dangerfield, might have said in an umpteenth “Caddy Shack” sequel, “Don’t think, let’s Zumba!”
The irony of this current age is that anyone with a few books and sufficient residual education to transpose their own grunts and groans on a Kindle tablet can author their thoughts in that ancient stone of ink and paper. But no one seems to have the mental tolerance to read more than a Tweet length utterance, much less mount some inner resolve to figure out the intended path of their own sense of ironic cleverness. The ‘Carmen’s’ of today are bouncing across the borders in ever increasing numbers for better or worse. And all manner of unexpected new aromas are likely to invade the mutable line-up of that atmospheric amalgam of indefinable national patriotism that is quickly inspired through those universal emblems of disembodied stars and stripes and eagles. The phoenix rises as dollars are printed in the trillions, even though more and more of the general population have no idea what the legends upon these notes truly means. Hopeful, despite the financial displacement of electronic fed plastic card carrying consumers, the larger ‘WE’ will retain an ability to count up to twenty-one, for males, and twenty-two for that separate species know as woman. Maybe if by chance that ‘WE’ really finally unexpectedly gets together on this number system it might end up to total something in the billions?? An ground level irrevocable bank account that no global corporate entity can ever hope to bankrupt.