Obama Proposes Form Without Content; Buffalos Without Wings; Utter Hopelessness
(Washington)-In stunning pessimism, America forward never back truth without honesty is the medium of true messiness. Socialist polarized mobs running outward not outwitting death. Free to choose everything except what matters, no matter what the rules are. Debt beyond parents life as rebellious war against nothingness consuming reduced to pattern. Things explained are things forgotten against the backdrop of inhaled ignorance. ”Wandering, wondering as their lives slowly slip through their greedy little fingers,” accordion to White House Repeater of Cliches Jay Carney.
They are as much a part of this disaster as we are. Stand up for the privilage of not sitting down. Anxiety as a rational response to unconscionable conditions. As it repeats over and over and we confuse action for motion and motion for freedom. And freedom for immortality. And immortality for meaning. And meaning for action. In a recent Gallup poll nearly two-thirds of buffalos have no wings and nearly one hundred percent of Americans are doomed to the terms of mortality. No matter what they’d like you to believe. Accordion to So and So Jones, person on the street and representative of the Zeitgeist, “I don’t even know what’s real anymore as I look into a world where I am bombarded with the constant flow of answers to questions that I wouldn’t have even bothered to ask. Drowning in a river of useless actions. Amused to death by the 24 hour 7 day a week carnival of unmeaning. Sweat my only solace.”
Now, here’s the paragraph about possible solutions and potential mystery. So and So who wants you to like him or her and maybe even vote that way proposes solutions that either serve the purpose of taking our eyes off the existential ball or promising something they hope we forget about in twenty minutes (which we probably will because crisis is a great substitution for crisis). So and So complains about something hoping to give us hope, or comfort, or something new to hate, or something to talk about with the other doomed fools that we are chained to, or something to buy, or something to bury. We all rally around because a recent Gallup Poll has stated, in no uncertain terms, that 51 percent of us share the same delusion.
You should write a letter to your Congressman. Because they will listen. Because they care. Because you have a solution no one else has thought of. Because democracy guarantees us the right to go on and on about absolutely nothing and replace one empty vessel with another every four years. Write that letter. Seriously. Do it. That will make everything all better. That’ll solve the issue of the sheer absurdity of the world. That’ll take the sting out of that nagging death problem that everyone seems to be conveniently not mentioning. That’ll make lions into lambs and lambs into citizens. And citizens into vampires. The world is probably in the shape that it’s in because you haven’t written that letter yet. When you do, all of your troubles will go away. You’ll see. Write the letter. Save us all.
In conclusion, eventually everything you do, every action you take will be forgotten. Everyone around you will be gone. Take comfort in the fact that you are nothing, or at least, that’s how you’ll be remembered. Besides, in a recent Fox News poll a full 105 percent of people surveyed think it’s someone else’s fault. ”The solution is complete ignorance,” accordion to President Barack Obama, “that or an endless cycle of misery and fear, depression and alienation. Or government spending. Or complaining about government spending. Or endless blame. Or endless blamelessness. It’s up to you. After all, isn’t this what democracy is all about?”
Jay Carney, Polka God!!!
Fastest feet this side of Warsaw.
I am going to print this out and post it on the bulletin board in my office. Outstanding, man! Outstanding! *one man ovation*
Honored to be up there! I hope I don’t get you fired.
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Thanks!
I take comfort in knowing nothing.
Well said. I am starting to realize I don’t even know that.
Wait. “ALMOST all of us are condemned to mortality”? ALMOST? Alright, who the heck snitched? I TOLD them not to let my immorality become public knowledge! Now how can I reach that wondrous plateau of total immorality?
Wait. What?
Im-mor-TAL-ity? As in not MORTAL, not IMMORAL?
Oh, dang it. Never mind……
I know a guy who is 657 years old. You and he would get along famously.
I don’t know, he sounds a bit young for me.
An excellent post, Keith. I do believe you have captured the mood of the country. Searching for a one word summation I have settled on “ennui”.
I read a book by a historian once that made a lot of sense. His thesis was that war and good economies go hand in hand. War encourages full employment and everybody cooperates out of patriotism, or at least that’s the way it worked for WWI, WWII and even the Cold War. The problem these days is that “war” has changed. People don’t feel directly involved anymore and the military is all-volunteer, virtually mercenaries.
Once the goal was to get the American Dream, but that was a mirage. It turned out to be a Walmart Super Center.
That’s a heck of a good point. There is a level of advanced detachment that we seem to be smack in the middle of here in 2012. McLuhan gussied the idea up for communications majors and called it “Narcissius Narcosis”. We are both entirely connected and completely paralyzed. War is certainly no exception to that and, in fact, a perfect example. We are simultaneously in Afghanistan and completely removed from it, all at once.
Hopefully, one day we can all live in a Super Center. Together. In separate rooms.
In that last paragraph is “…accordion to President Barrack Obama…” supposed to be “…according to…”?
I used accordion instead of according each time. Seemed like it fit better.
I didn’t even catch that…because I am a doorknob.
“and nearly one hundred percent of Americans are doomed to the terms of mortality.”
Still as true today as it was 14 months ago…
It was 99 percent back then, but I exaggerated. Now, all hope is lost.