Marijuana smoker fumes lingering by ‘Big Willie’s’ corner on the fourth floor at the entrance to the garage. So strong a ‘weedy’ smell that they suggest errant phantoms in the vicinity just recently removed at the passageway to the garage. Dreams the previous night of trying to make sense of how to rewire a female? And then, predictably, being unable to. The unworldliness of this current coffee shop with its weekly sugared treats reminiscent of a long lost Krispy Kreme store in San Francisco resurrected from memories of the earlier part of the previous decade. A trip down a false corridor of hope that saw my father mask his infirmity so as not to interfere with my vain hope for elusive success.
Perhaps you really become ‘old’ when you turn back the pages too far and caught up in trying to relive the past? Destroy one’s family and kill their culture! At least in ancient times one could blame the fickle nature of selfishly all-powerful gods. Now one has only them selves to blame! I twice so long ago asked my first and only ‘single parent head of household‘ girlfriend to marry me. But she was solidly committed to her own path of solitary fame and glory as she currently treads even now. The spirit of Christmas has been repudiated as the unloved orphan. No one now allowed to mention its name in public. A once termed ‘black sheep’ PC transfigured ‘white’ by no fault of its own once loftier intentions. The upper echelons of media mogul Hebrews wielding their brazen weapons well in order to dispel it’s existence beyond one of the bigger shopping days. The event horizon of Star Wars crashing through the holiday season subsuming every aspect of the year end celebration twisting it like aluminum foil in a hurricane wind. It’s plain face secret like its other evil twin a tissue for the mask of the internationalist’s imposition of Globalism. And the false approximation of nation state values smashed like a Jedi planet by an unencumbered Death Star omnibus as taxpayer’s nightmare for the coming year.
The future-minded current set of ‘proles’ undaunted by the larger notion of disenfranchised society. Its past tense reconfigured by the constant application of ‘crook and flail’ based technologies. The one’s that don’t question gender or race or cultural intentions but assume that everyone follows the latest release of the most popular phone apps. Following the adage of that it is better to not ask questions and be seen as ‘uncool’ no matter how egregious the concept flaunted. Leading inevitably to the smaller question of perhaps the older generation is no longer in a position to judge? A postwar tide of the exceptional expectations of the next crop of, “My child will not suffer the wrongs heaped upon me!”, ‘Uber-menchen’. The previous anachronism a ‘Seiche’ equally antithetical to that former time of a previous genus of human species! An unbounded level of selfishness then come of a false hope for a lasting Utopia and unencumbered future. Guilty of the crime of ‘manifest destiny’ assuaging the future generations of self-empowered thinking leading to safe spaces of solipsistic fantasies of happy chameleons able to accommodate any ego bound racial demand. The epitome of human thought presaged in regular existence by an assessment of personality based solely on the mix of brand name merchandise that is publicly displayed.
Consider Chuck Lorre’s vindictive payback served upon the unexpected rebellion of his former featured star avatar in the script points of the concluding episode of his biggest cash cow prime time soap opera of eleven seasons. The very Anima’s that fueled the energy of the show is publicly murdered by the perennial innocent who unsatisfied with simple assassination imprisons her sexually indifferent Prometheus in a basement torture chamber heaping down scorn upon him till he figuratively escapes cartoon character style. Two wholes and a half adding up to zero being the properly suggested dogma. Hollywood’s Tippecanoe and the audience too! The final saga unconsciously suggesting that the show’s producer would easily unleash a barely disguised Charlotte Corday to wreak unrepentant violence upon the very audience who found his previous reign of absurdist scenarios amusing rather than revolutionarily instructive of a proposed model of future society. This programmed mockery by a modernized Aaron spelling ‘Holocaust’ for all older previous generations outside his tribe. Terror unleashed upon those unlawfully expecting the same old tired mind numbing ‘light entertainment’ over the more beneficial intent of incremental PC based attitude correction. Northern Europeans ever conveyed publicly as wimps, pimps and bimbos. An Iago summoning the worst from the sensibilities’ of the masses condoning the transfiguration of ‘he’s’ to ‘she’s’ and the unstoppable import of voracious lions holding carnivorous court upon a nation of carefree lambs. “Welcome to the faux daylight of the endless dead of night!”