Post by wplap on Jun 17, 2011 11:58:22 GMT -5
POLY-TICKED-OFF!
Great men, the heretofore generations of idolized captains of industry, politics, and the moral ballast of our now capsized country. They are no more. In the only conclusion I can conjure: The first of the great leaders fornicated with the next, and so on and so forth for millenniums and what they have sewn from their reaping is the diluted pool of half-wit caricatures, who on their best days, are merely mortal.
...and now that I say this...I wonder.
What pool of persons do we elect from? My dear friends, it is this pool of misfits we call modern day society, and what better way to represent this collection of angry, greedy, lazy, titans of gluttony than with the best man or woman whom directly relates to those aforementioned adjectives. We are casting the first thrown stones with every bit of malice we can conjure, because deep down inside we hope there is some kind of Messiah who can lead us from these dark days of apathy, and that that Messiah will not reflect our own visage, but that of a people who are greater than what we are now. We are soul-sick with the notion of being a Narcissus who stares into a muddied puddle on a moonless midnight and there is no reflection, only a putrid abyss.
We are appalled by the indiscretions of human beings, flawed tooth and bone, it's the religion in us all. It's God looking over our shoulder; it's God telling you sex and your body are dirty; it's God who is shame; it's God who has borne that bastard child called Righteousness. We are a naive bunch, to think one that holds office is above us...is above human. Whether you are fearful of your own wants and seek out secret restroom sex in airports, or screw around on your dying wife during an election, text pictures of your Weiner to strangers, or simply because you are a damn fool from Alaska...it matters not. We are all collectively the bastard children of some pinball destiny that is unknown, and more than likely....doesn't exist itself. What is that conclusion? The nothingness at the end of this frantic ride? What if there is no God or no light at the end of the tunnel? Could we be any worse than what we currently are?
Billions strong, and from where I live, nearly a billion strong of neighborless islands with fortresses of paradigm perceptions. There is no help for us, simply because we refuse to help ourselves. We have been pacified by convenience, we are idol rebukers of an unmanifested destiny, and what is most bothersome, we are idolaters of ourselves: Self-back-patting, victory-cigar-smoking, obese kings of mediocre kingdoms...and we like it that way...it's easy.
The election is a short stone throw away, and throw stones, we will. We are angry...we are irate because those talking heads on the TV.... are us.
Great men, the heretofore generations of idolized captains of industry, politics, and the moral ballast of our now capsized country. They are no more. In the only conclusion I can conjure: The first of the great leaders fornicated with the next, and so on and so forth for millenniums and what they have sewn from their reaping is the diluted pool of half-wit caricatures, who on their best days, are merely mortal.
...and now that I say this...I wonder.
What pool of persons do we elect from? My dear friends, it is this pool of misfits we call modern day society, and what better way to represent this collection of angry, greedy, lazy, titans of gluttony than with the best man or woman whom directly relates to those aforementioned adjectives. We are casting the first thrown stones with every bit of malice we can conjure, because deep down inside we hope there is some kind of Messiah who can lead us from these dark days of apathy, and that that Messiah will not reflect our own visage, but that of a people who are greater than what we are now. We are soul-sick with the notion of being a Narcissus who stares into a muddied puddle on a moonless midnight and there is no reflection, only a putrid abyss.
We are appalled by the indiscretions of human beings, flawed tooth and bone, it's the religion in us all. It's God looking over our shoulder; it's God telling you sex and your body are dirty; it's God who is shame; it's God who has borne that bastard child called Righteousness. We are a naive bunch, to think one that holds office is above us...is above human. Whether you are fearful of your own wants and seek out secret restroom sex in airports, or screw around on your dying wife during an election, text pictures of your Weiner to strangers, or simply because you are a damn fool from Alaska...it matters not. We are all collectively the bastard children of some pinball destiny that is unknown, and more than likely....doesn't exist itself. What is that conclusion? The nothingness at the end of this frantic ride? What if there is no God or no light at the end of the tunnel? Could we be any worse than what we currently are?
Billions strong, and from where I live, nearly a billion strong of neighborless islands with fortresses of paradigm perceptions. There is no help for us, simply because we refuse to help ourselves. We have been pacified by convenience, we are idol rebukers of an unmanifested destiny, and what is most bothersome, we are idolaters of ourselves: Self-back-patting, victory-cigar-smoking, obese kings of mediocre kingdoms...and we like it that way...it's easy.
The election is a short stone throw away, and throw stones, we will. We are angry...we are irate because those talking heads on the TV.... are us.