The failure of politics in the face of money. Maybe I should read more or read less or read different things. Find some new avenue, some better way of handling the losses and gains that really, truly mean nothing to the detail of me but mean everything to the roadmap of Us. Maybe I should place bets. Wear nice clothes. Whiten my teeth. Ignore the truth that comes streaming in about the jobless recovery and the way capitalism was sold to the last twenty years. Find some way of capitulating to the I Told Ya So that doesn't involve actually agreeing to all of it's terms. Because both sides, all sides are off sides. The war on us isn't the war on you isn't the war on terror isn't the war on the middle class and we dilute what war means when really it distracted us from the cause. Our peaceprize prez killing less than he could and more than he should or maybe not enough but it's a distraction from the cause. Our news and threads and fuel a distraction from the cause of it all. War and terror the same root cause, politics and promises the same root cause, the passionless yearning for more believers in the dominant religions of money and Islam. When we say free, you say market ready? Free! Market! Drill Islam and drain the belief, refill with cash, you get your deposit back we promise but both options rely on magic, sleight of hand, and deadly tricks, weakness of human nature. Our animal refusal to find peace.
Obviously I'm not playing the right video games or listening to the right hipster whispers or looking out the left window. I'm not paying close enough attention to who is winning the eReader book device war or who is winning the BCS standings or who is winning. I'm ignoring the basic constructs of what we are, the details that tie a million filaments to the core of what we do as consumers of things and information. If I were paying the right kinds of attention, I'd know that the guy I so deeply wanted to win as leader is doing fine, just taking his tie but making great strides and he's still black. If I had the Right set of eyes I'd know he was an illegitimate president for a million murky reasons all tied to race and ignorance. I'd not be standing now and seeing Bernanke and Citicorp thinkers in charge of the western world, the same not-so-devious greed that got us where we were last year, and years before, and years before, I'd still have hope.
Instead what I have is a bitter sense that the failed healthcare reform, the failed peace, the failed middle class, the failed beliefs are all on me, on us, on our heads because what we did was, we stopped trying to fight and started to willingly drown in lies back when the first banker bought the first president.
Too late to shift the scenery. I've heard this music before. My cells are tired to their mitochondrion. There's so little revolutionary anything left in me, my best bet is to point at the HD signal and succumb to the alcoholic craving for more more more.
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