RUDIMENTS 1,138
(happy as hell to go along)
Towards the end of that
previous chapter, I made
mention of 'us' now being
led by 9-year-olds. On the
face of it, that can stand, yes,
but it led my thinking to take
another step towards something
else again. Maybe something
useful by which to illustrate
my point. I'll try.
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Every little town and burg
starts out as small. (I remember
Werner Herzog, a German
film-maker, in 1970, with a
film entitled, 'Even Dwarves
Started Small.' Funny now;
there'd surely be someone to
arise bitching about that concept
and that title. It seems as if, at
every turn now, there are 'watchers'
or mental censors willing and
ready to turn out any and all
transgressors). So, I was saying,
every dipshit place started out
small - some few roads, a crossing,
a guy selling maybe groceries or
sundries and hardware to locals,
a granary, lumber yard, stuff like
that - all very calm and processed
nicely to provide needs and civility.
Using Woodbridge as an example,
there are evidences of that, from
'once' - a time back before the
beat-up corruption and sleaze-deals
turn the place into a bowling alley
of scamps and indigents. All these
smaller format places, over a hundred
years or so, grew, even 'prospered,'
as it was called if one concentrates
merely on the money aspect (cardinal
mistake number one, and one in which
the usual bureaucratically-minded
black-holes thrive on), and the
by-ways, roads and school-by-system
grew into the roaring monsters of
today. Places lost all identity and
pissed themselves away into an
oblivion of commercial blandness
and the sameness of rows and lanes
of stores, commerce, growth, and
destruction - with each of those
having a price-tag to be paid. It was
paid, believe me. Names ought to be
changed, it was paid so badly. Linden
could surely be re-named Slag-Heap,
NJ; Woodbridge would gladly own
up to identifying with the name
Cycle-Sewer, NJ; Avenel, for sure,
could be East Cycle-Sewer.
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Anyway, what I'm saying is this: an
adult demands things of their self. A
9-year old demands things of others -
not yet having developed the sense
or knowledge or living grace to realize
their part within the apportioned arena
of Humankind. Individual responsibility,
evidences by the towns and places we
live in, reflect all of that. When I was
in the printing field, in Woodbridge
NJ, I was always amused by the
troglodytes who would come in from
the Township - not the workers, but
rather the bureaucrats, pencil-pushers,
department heads, etc. We did a lot
of the yearly, contracted, printing, for
all of the departments. As time went on,
I realized the bottom-feeding nature of
that employment. A favor, or nepotism,
or some form of payback would most
often get someone a township job;
from nothing, really. One day this
Henry Hanker guy would have
nothing, and the next day, because
of Uncle Tyler and someone in the
Mayor's office, they'd have a gold-
shovel job. And then, over time, it
seemed the very most-plodding of
them would claw their way up,
somehow, to the upper echelons of
their department. Which is when we'd
get them - with their little suits and
uniforms, clipboards and checklists.
9-year guides. There was something
called the 'Code Enforcement Agency.'
They were the very worst, for to kill
a small town really all you need do is
make it fat and bloated and top-heavy
with rules and regulations, fees and
licensing, renewals and inspections.
That's what these chumps did - for
millions of dollars a year (we'd print the
budget reports, fee-forms, and checklists)
these 9-year old mentals would churn
through tons of money and salary
enforcing nothing so much as
themselves - upon others. Do
you see what I'm getting at? It all
became a closed and sealed fiefdom
of local power-politics, along with
the concomitant graft and corruption :
telling others what they could or
could not do, how to do it, and what
to say when and by doing it. AND,
most importantly, what they'd need
to do to get away with NOT doing it.
A very cool system, for sure!
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It seems as if, now, besides the '9 year
old' factor having been eternalized, the
entire society we live in is under the
twisted ('Dwarfish') rule of Code
Enforcement Agencies everywhere
and at every turn. 'Troglodytes ye
will always have with ye,' as a King
James version of Jesus may have
uttered beneath some olive tree.
These forms of parasites have now
multiplied enormously, and stationed
themselves under every snoopish tree,
bush, wall, and fenceline, to make
sure that ye or I do NOT transgress
their fine line of nothingness. At each
step of the way, we are now under
edict and command. And most people
just seem happy as hell to go along.
The one thing to make note of is
that it never stops, nor does it lessen.
These creeps always want more,
seek their own enlargement and
false aggrandizement. It just goes
on and on - master/slave in nature,
and - lately - applauded and
overtaking us all. Before we lost
America, there really was a time when
men and women lived singular, far
more precious, and productive, lives.
All gone now. Even dwarves
started small....
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