What is the “Beat Generation” to me? Worshiping the dried vomit of yesteryear in the garbage can of some assholes who got too much publicity because the Hebrews want to get back at the Christians by fucking up the minds of their children. Worship Bullshit and the absurdity of it like your own special religion. Spend all the time you can on deciphering the facts in the minutia. And like art that is referred to as ‘Modern‘ all too make sure the profit on what would otherwise end up in a trash bin in the alley is astronomical. This is the true definition of beat and a sad commentary of that class of degenerate called the ‘hipster‘ who lives in the rarefied atmosphere of perceiving his own farts as some sweet perfume to be lovingly shared with the world. It keeps the illusion of being erudite alive for the bookseller’s books to be reprinted and sold. To take up valuable space on library shelves in order to keep more constructive ideas from possibly derailing that larger strategy of keeping regular people ignorant. Don’t bother trying to get out the litmus paper to make sense of the nonsensical. You’ve seen all this great wisdom on the back of matchbook covers before. “Close before striking!” Just assume a mantle of black garments with RayBans and snap your fingers to the beat to come along.
These people are caricatures of themselves! Perhaps they should have been locked in a cage to be placed out on view at the traveling carnivals of the nineteenth century. There was an honesty in taking things the way they really were back then. The ‘outsider‘ remained simply so. One and the same, instead of a perpetual object of obsessive fascination for those who were so bewildered to begin with that they would latch on to anything outside there narrowed experience and treasure it alone simply for the sake of its apparent novelty. Hanging around the edges of the crowd patrol a bunch of sad looking withered intellectual haberdashers who have made a career of creating page after stultifying page of mundane voluminous text presupposing its expression of some form of ergonomic enlightenment. Promising some secret key to the inner basement of Dionysian sexually deviant release. You have to be in the right posture with the right frame of mind to really appreciate what minutia they ceaselessly pontificate on. Something so weighty that anyone of the majority of humanity now living a meter or two from a rice paddy could express in a few passing curse words and then be done with it.
Like any other aspect of life contributing to that tribal elitist view of keeping the ruse going, its pundits will speak ever glowingly of insignificant past events that are meaningless to the rest of the world. Purposely ignoring the real monumental achievements of organized society as if it was trivial. As if only these insiders as designated by their arcane incestuous self-described wisdom alone is something that only they can truly understand. It is always impolite around this company to bring up the glaring fact of such overbearing hypocrisy. The constant harangue is but a poorly laid smokescreen covering an underlying power struggle of the physically weak to take over the conversation and surreptitiously gain the greater rewards of power, fame, and of course filthy lucre, by deceit. The best work offered as immortal being something that might offend even the overly permissive sensibilities of their Kindergarten teachers. Their fundamental reasoning has never progressed past the ‘I‘ and ‘Me‘ and “He hit me first mommy!” This and worse set the stage for the collapse of what might have once served as the ultimate evolutionary construct of the shining principles of American based intellect but was too easily demeaned into the constant whine of dissatisfaction from a Negro Junkie whore’s moan.
So why do I write with such passion on a topic that as long ago as a decade and a half I would have have been equally taken in by and never bemoaned? Just look around you and see the rust! The tiny syringes discarded along the school sidewalks. The obvious rapid decay of human relations. The addictive obsession with devices that only offer greater Malthusian doctrines of social control. The recent interjection of a type of racism that favors the whim of the worst pockets of society by portraying them as something not only to be desired but institutionally vital to the underpinnings of what was once recognized as socially acceptable morality. The supplanting of the natural process of the physical attraction of human love with temporal outbursts of deviant animal passions by a small minority practitioners who demand that all others must agree or they are to be considered as criminally liable. There is so much that has gone wrong because some hostile self-serving monopolies of book peddlers stacked the universities with what turned out to be the real ‘thought criminals‘. Holden Caufield, get a job!