So your advice is to just give up and stop dreaming? My cynicism has grown rather then mellowed, so while I feel powerless to actually effect the necessary change in this country and the world, I have given more thought towards escaping what is to come. I wonder what form it will take. In some ways, that makes me no better than the early Christians, with their eschatology, expecting the J-Man to return in their lifetimes. Even modern Christians look at them with a bit of scorn.

Silly primitives. Of course he wouldn’t come back in your lifetime. Shit had to get real up in this millennium. Jesus is coming back any day now. My bumper sticker documents the fact that I give fair warning to the sudden danger my unmanned car shall become when the rapture occurs (any day now!).

I say to myself, Ha ha ha! Silly Christians. You see? I’m no different from Christians who say, up in this millennium.

But I don’t feel a victim of my emotions here, not even fear. I see signs all around me that shit is going to get a lot worse before it gets better. We can hope and pray that things will improve, just like I can retort with fake Bible verses like “God helps those who help themselves.” I’m pretty sure that that was in the Bible, uh, book of the Capitalisthians, chapter Debt verse Trillions.

When Billy Crystal in City Slickers has a mid-life crisis about his job selling ad time on the radio, he laments, I sell advertising time on the radio. Basically, I sell air. At least my father was an upholsterer. He made a sofa … you could sit on it. Something tangible. What can I point to? Where’s my work? It’s air. I sell air.

Cheer up, Billy. We all sell air. We bought if from the Indians for some beads and assorted trinkets, and we’ve been blowing large hot quantities of it at anyone who questions the intrinsic value of our air. This is America’s mid-life crisis, working a job she hates to buy shit she doesn’t need. Her job is to police the world, and to a lesser degree to lead it. Most nations have gotten a whiff of her bullshit. Some are doing worse, while some are doing much better than Miss USA. America does that hated job because it affords her the ability to obtain the shit she doesn’t need, oil. I can already hear the angry reply, Hell yes we need it. Drill baby, drill!”.

Oil isn’t just fuel for our automobiles, it fuels the entire economy. It is responsible for largely creating the 21st century by way of the Industrial Revolution. Its constant, nay increasing, supply is the last crutch holding up the expansion and growth absolutely necessary for our economy to function. Some say that the supply is no longer growing, and has passed it peak. You can read all the lighthearted tales about what this means for the world by googling Peak Oil. I’ve no intention of outlining nightmare peak oil scenarios.

Doesn’t America need a healthy economy? Doesn’t America need a growing supply of bank notes that represent an arbitrary value invented by a private corporation whose purpose is to sell this “money” to the old US of A. That’s right, our country doesn’t control the wealth. They are sold it, at interest. At the time of this writeup the US debt clock reads at $55,290,647,892,147. That’s 55 trillion, for those of you who simply hate numbers for their unruly numerical nature. As a comparison, the GDP of the USA was only 12 trillion in 2007. In the society we have setup, we have replaced the golden rule at the core of all religions with another rule, central to the worship of our new god. Those with the money make the rules.

The corporations, including the Federal Reserve, have the money. Can there be any question as to who is making the rules, and which “persons” they benefit? It is quite possibly the most glaring act of modern doublethink afflicted upon the truth. A corporation is not a human being. Saying that a corporation is a person is at first only an amusing logical-absurdity. It becomes an atrocity when the laws that govern our society are built upon this lie. A lie so wrong at the fundamental level, people accept it because they can’t understand it.

You think, Surely there are smarter people than me at the helm, who have considered these issues.

Oh they have. But rather than conforming with the laws of nature, they use lies to perpetrate crimes against humanity.

So what’s the solution? As anyone who has seen City Slickers will tell you, the secret of life is one thing. Just one thing. You stick to that and the rest don’t mean shit. In short, America needs to become an upholsterer. In less short, America and the rest of the world need to actively re-engineer a society that respects and conforms to nature’s laws. This by no means need be a crippling restriction, but rather the avenue by which humanity may actually lift themselves up out of their nasty, brutish and short existence and seize an alternative that is actually achievable, and can mean succor and education for the entirety of the global population.

A lofty pipe dream? Perhaps. It all depends on just how many people wake up to the reality of now, and decide they are going to conduct themselves in a manner which respects the laws of nature. It sounds almost a Confucian ideal, but in fact the government is still the arm of the people. All the people are numb and drowsy while Ash’s evil arm from Evil Dead has control. I think we all remember how Ash dealt with his “problem.” Just think, we could have a freaking chainsaw arm instead of that evil bastard that was trying to choke and rape us. Think about it. The utopia of having a chainsaw arm society is either upon us, or just on the other side of a global apocalypse that abruptly accelerates our descent toward a general breaking of the world. At least it’s on its way.

Everyone is secretly hoping for a zombie apocalypse. If you absolutely must have an apocalypse, please oh please god, let it be one where I become god’s right-hand man as the incarnation of the Angel of Death. I shall smite these undead heathens in the millions as man’s atonement for the horror he has wrought upon the world. You don’t think you’ve ever seen that in a zombie movie, but this is the sub-text of just what about a zombie apocalypse is so appealing to some. You neatly sidestep the horror of killing another human being, while retaining just enough humanity to let the zombie hordes stand in for man on his day of judgement.

Win, motherfucking win.

I feel like the headline of failblog. I am selfishly doing what is right for me, the best I can, in a system that I know is wrong and unhealthy for both people and the earth. It is unhealthy for the haves, but it is pathologically homicidal towards the have-nots. Somehow a minority of very rich and powerful people can still convince a majority of people that it is in their interest to bend-over and take it like a man for good ol’ Uncle Sam. Their wealth and their power is a fiction. It is a castle built in the air, and the only reason that the emperor is allowed to go streaking through the whole goddamn town is because we continue to smile our shit-eating grins and tell him what a fine suit he is wearing.