That same old same world, old same world, old same world . . . But reconfigured to suit the daily machinations of that very evil and mischievous persistent cabal. Playing upon one’s fears like a concert grand piano. Though in the world of everything Internet and technologically oriented one still might suggest otherwise that the world is still not a young as they would have you believe.For those like myself caught like that inadvertent sailor tossed overboard in the middle of the ocean and yet still swimming existence being to swim from one piece of driftwood to next while still hoping against hope to find some fragment of dry land. Will the exercise of a lifetime of scribbling and scrivening be negated by the extinction of the American language loosely referred to as English? The probability of shifting empires possibly seeing it eclipsed and extincted by some other politically dominant tongue? The status of aged misanthrope clinging to all things bygone, unpopular and definitely not bankable ensuring probable extinction. The travel by local municipal plebeian coach to find some meaning being encouraged by a long awaited arrival of temperate Summer sunny weather. Now might be the Winter of so much discontent possibly brought to the slim possibility of something unexpectedly glorious. Or at least, one might hope! What enjoyment, such as their might be, in this city’s center being my own for a few hours on Shank’s mare. The expected demonstration of the celebration of mundane about me on this ride. Those usual excesses of overly-demonstrative ego centered expressions of cultural disdain in the constant merciless ‘F’-bomb of ever-pervasive underclass rage. A ready stage for the politically enfranchised underclass of the season to act out their own personal petty dilemmas with with the greatest possible un-repressed prejudicial abuse short of physical violence upon the easiest most available scapegoats that have also been designated official surrogates by those anonymous cabals currently holding tight rein on societal power. All future hope of positive evolution of the American dumped down the lowest common denominator sewers by way of this same ghetto underclass as supervised by unacknowledged agents of the current glamor capitol of world rotting decadence as subtended by the same anonymous entities behind its two-dimensional glitz. That Satanic thing called Hollywood.
Is the common touch of the universal addiction of smart phone attention nullification even worth noting? For here am I furiously scribbling away in this cheap paper shared information constricted journal. Who is more prone to the eccentric or insane! The current edition of this formative generation to often ready to defer to the conventional judgement of phantom blog spots resting under the sheep’s clothing of basement kingdom individuality. Too ready to take on the burden of those newly emptied historically revised mental toys by Marx influenced storehouses of too easily manufactured legacies of guilt that assumes them alone to be the sole cause of all the world’s ills. Without question they seem to willingly without as much as a second thought surrender themselves hook, line and sinker into that all encompassing attention grabbing net of past fictions posed definitively as hip, trendy and currently cool acceptable fact. Text patois guiding any personal exposition past discrete three sentences completely out of the question. Medea is their mother and all things relating to Agamemnon to be cast into that boiling sea of perpetually indiscriminate hot blood. The competing mini-Democracies of various victim-hood’s classifications meticulously guided by a unified invisible Machiavellian priesthood now daily soaking through to the pores of all these model Proletariat’s easily entranced with old classic Socialist invective’s. Those 1950’s Red’s that McCarthy allegedly imagined no longer able to be considered mere Right thinking apparitions. An overwhelming unconscious blanket subservience growing steadily throughout the culture where its members will not be convinced.
Those constant promise refreshed every decade of a labor free technological Utopia enjoyed by all the masses have not been kept! The obvious fact being that aside from installing a steady state mentality of mindless consumerism firmly into animal human nature, they never were meant to be. The need to be secure rather than independent being sold in the constant performance of base jungle rhythms sporting banal nonsensical repetitive nursery rhymes as the height of mankind’s musical achievement. Vulnerable to permeable mentally disruptive superficial barriers but not to those that provide individual protection they swim like guppies into the nets of those that would merely plumb their commercial value as political commodities. So many configured and awfully willing from birth to jump forth into the monkey suit of mediocrity. This ocean has become too full for me!