RUDIMENTS, pt. 465
(secret avenel)
What is reality anyway? I
often thought about that. Is
my 'yellow' your yellow.' I
decided that reality is what
is confined to History, as we
read it. Right now, with people
entering their 90's and others
dying off, there's not much
left to truly speak of WWII,
or the Holocaust and the Nazi
years. It's all now the trance
of a feeble conjecture, and
all the tales and stories can
be re-woven now into the
usual revisionist twaddle
that the next 200 years
will live with. And that's
only for starters.
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The study of Art brought me
to color theory, and the study
of color theory brought me to
Goethe. Back door entryway for
sure. Sometimes as a young kid
you think things and wonder if
anyone else has ever thought
that. Like the idea of color :
my yellow versus your yellow,
which is just a catchphrase to
get across what I'm saying.
It could be anything - my
pain and your pain, are they
the same? When I open my
eyes and peer out to my daily
world, how alike is that to yours?
Or the daily world of anyone
else. What subjective aspects
of any of it changed? Is it all
the interpretation of things
and not the things themselves?
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I guessed it was kind of
like that too for all those
people among whom I was
living. Avenel, up and down
the streets, was basically a
run on sentence of war vets;
guys whose definitive moments,
8 years or so back, had been
military, wartime, combat,
and rules. Whatever memories
any of that conjured up for
them, I wondered, did any
them (and their memories)
influence what they did to
their personal spaces and
properties? Nowadays flags
are ubiquitous, but back then
they weren't as plentiful. The
schoolhouses and post offices
ran flagpoles and all, but that
was about it. It seemed the
'deeper' and more authentic
that patriotism was the less
was the need for the showy
riff-raff that we have today :
All these guys with flags now
on their houses and cars and
trucks, flagpoles and the rest,
what's that all about? It's very
suspect to me. The places
around here are filed with
flags, over and over, and yet
they're all about as far now
from what the 'flag' supposedly
represents as ever. Singular
effort? Liberty? Free thought?
Give me a stars and bars break.
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When you're young you look
ahead and see only the old. As
you age, the people thin out
more and more ahead of you
(those old, who pass on), and
the young, all behind you,
become much more plentiful.
The problem is, they bring all
their lies and distortions with
them, and thus anything old
loses all value. Anyway, what's
a 40-year old modern person
know, really? Their references
probably start out with Pong or
Atari, proceed through Harry
Potter, with maybe a detour
through Bill Clinton's suck-off
tour, the World Trade Center
incident (turned, for them,
already into simple drivel),
and X-Box and Internet chats
with Afghan-posted soldiers
or tragedy victims played to
the hilt. If you wish to pass
any laws, pass one outlawing
40-year olds from holding
office. (Hell, while you're
at it, pass one outlawing
drunken 50-somethings from
being Mayors). They bring
nothing to the table, and can
only destroy, with a smile.
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And it has all been destroyed,
yet the 'obligatories' go on.
The false parades and Memorial
Days and honor guards, etc.
Go ahead, I ask you, compare
those gaucheries to anything
you may have seen through
the 1950's and 60's in the
Soviet Union or East Germany.
It's pretty much all the same,
and the theory back then was
named the 'Convergence Theory,'
the idea that they'd all end up
as the same working system.
There's no authentic America
left, even though they all
pretend there is. It no
longer stands for anything.
Thomas Jefferson said, 'The
glow of one warm thought
is to me worth more than
money.' And that was a
'founding father!' Try that
one out today, where all
things are crooked and
everything has a price -
like in Avenel, even. We
have a Councilman (using a
very convenient for-instance),
in on destroying the place left
and right, and amidst his own
friends and neighbors too.
Then he claims, along with his
liquor-cabinet Mayor buddy,
all the right Americanisms.
Each one. Conveniently, a
few things are left out (again
a very-convenient, and easy,
selection for me, but you
can multiply it by 150 other
people, and it's the same too):
He's lived off tax dollars
forever. The ever-inclining
up of more. Compounding
it, in the same vein, the
wife does too. That's 2 tax
salaries, working for the
government, working hard
or not, doesn't matter.
Americans don't 'work' for
the Government, in the
initial, free-enterprise idea.
The most minimal presence
of Governmental intrusion
was supposed to have
been the way by which
men worked through free
men worked through free
enterprise, for adding to
the national product and
social weal. None of this
happens any more : Avenel
gets wired for the Internet
'90's, and pretty much that
was it. Marshall McLuhan
once said 'I don't necessarily
agree with everything I say.'
These people, however, do.
There's no more discourse.
The Avenel page - one of
those blowhardy, self-aware
stupid-town sites, had been
clamped and shuttered now
of anything by fluff? That's
the information highway,
run by the fruits of mental
nazi-mind equivalents? They
set people up on there now, to
post distractions and do their
bidding, to keep any real and
vital information far away. While
they go on slicing the pig. And
we allow this? In this day
and age? Amazingly enough,
the biggest loudmouth shithead
on there is the IT man for a
New Jersey school district!
Tax dollars again at work,
shutting down the free-flow
of information for selfish
spite and the spittle of smug
satisfaction. But, that's all
education for you now.
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When I grew up here, safe
to say, it was a completely
different place. Hammers
had heads, and nails were
willing. Instead, what we
have now is something
akin to what Alan Turing,
father of the 'digital
revolution,' said, way back
then (1935) : "One day ladies
will take their computers
for walks in the park and
tell each other, 'My little
computer did such a funny
thing this morning.'" Yep.
Ladies, step up.
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