RUDIMENTS, pt. 466
(inman avenue straightaways)
In all the made-up scenarios
I ever envisioned, there was
always a place, somehow, for
home. It was something like
writing a book, but one of
which you knew that by the
book's end the main character
would end up back home.
That was the simple part.
What got difficult was the
'how' of it. Standing and
walking on his own two feet,
or in some sort of box? Intact?
Or with his head blown off?
A legend, or just a bad story?
As a writer, one of the things
that really hit me the first time
I realized it was the factor of
relativity as it referred to
anything online. No matter
what I did, yesterday, last
week, or 15 weeks previous,
it's online presence was never
fixed in place - always left,
and always changeable. I could
go back and change whatever
I wished. There was nothing
solid and complete unless I
made it that way. That's the
ugly gullibility of all this : I
could write something, get 27
'likes' on it, a few comments,
etc., and it was still possible to
go back in, change everything,
or whatever I wished, alter the
entire tenor of the piece, and
still have those likes and
comments; yet now on a
completely different piece.
That's dangerous stuff, even
the voting booths don't do
that yet. Well, maybe. But,
in any case, that's how stupid
this all has gotten.
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Mob rule is simply the case
of a sneeze, or a yawn. It
spreads in the same manner.
If capitalism vs. communism
was the big issue of the 20th
century, then control vs. freedom
will be the issue of the 21st.
As it is right now, we freely
just give ourselves away to
others. I think that will stop
within 20 years or so. There
will most certainly be a
'take-back' revolution by the
populace, over some issue
or another that will just be
the one that took it all over
the top : land-use, taxation,
misrepresentation, evasion
or double-dealing. Someone
surely will storm the palace.
People will die. I can see it.
Back in my days, we'd attack
the local junkyards down the
end of the block as if they
were our fiefdom. Someone
else owned all that stuff, but
so did we - ownership like
that was really porous, outside
of the legal mumbo-jumbo
with which adults dealt. This
will no longer be about junkyards,
believe you me. All those always
recurring stories about the
revolutionary hero, the man with
his band of followers, deep in
the hills or forests, will arise
again and, in the name of a
dull and drugged populace,
take it all back. Rivers running
red with blood won't matter,
because those who befouled
them will be simply now be
having their own blood added
to the foul mix they left.
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That hero will be legendary,
and famed, in no time. Heroes
are never alone either. With
them comes the force of good.
Until it too fades, and the
cycle begins anew. Thinks
Che and Fidel. Think Mao.
Anyone here ever read Oswald
Spengler? Go ahead, try it.
'The Decline Of the West.'
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Ownership of things these days,
with the new commonality of
shared thinking, social media,
online thinking and all the
stupid illogic it brings, is
easily manipulated and
controlled. It has all the
appearances of a free
and open forum, but it
has no dignity, nor quality.
Those are the two essential
and missing ingredients,
and the reason they are
missing is because they
first necessitate education
and thought. Neither of
those qualities exist today
except in the mongrelized
versions that are presented
(and forced) on us by taxpayer
funded educational systems
and the mis-representative
and false/evil 'producements'
of supposed 'Teacher' unions.
Just as we to swarm through
the Inman Ave. junkyards, at
will, irrespective of ownership,
(which 'we' claimed as a common
field, and as ours), the assumed
commonality now of the public
sphere has been allowed to
deteriorate - to the uncertain
(as of yet) point of everything
being commercial (it is, after all
a 'dot.com' ethos, 'com' being
short for commercial), or being
concentrated and controlled
into some sort of strongman
tactic of bullying, by whichever
name it goes, and agenda-based
opinion. In the same cheap way
of political PACS and voting
blocks, the usual swarms of
local airheads take to the
ramparts to scream. The
content is simply the scream,
as on TV or entertainment,
and that suffices. There is
no quality, no educational
factors, no grace. And it makes
people happy, like a zoo ape
is happy with its banana.
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It's all too bad. it's a deadly
ending to what began slowly
and enticingly in the 1950's of
old - the Inman Avenue
straightaways of mind.
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