These are grim times.
Society has decided to fall apart completely, not just fray at the
seams. It’s like 1968 out there
but with absolutely terrible music.
Years from now will they play a Taylor Swift song while showing grainy
images of the Nice tragedy on the documentary “Fall of Democracy”? It’s not good. A Blackhawk helicopter flew low over my
city scanning for radiation. Gun
toting kooks are coming in from all corners. These people will be allowed to strut around town with
rifles because of Ohio’s open carry law.
It should be noted that squirt guns are illegal in the RNC area. Real guns are fine. Donald Trump, a cross between Mussolini
and Vince McMahon, is going to become president. Meanwhile people are playing Pokeman.
I don’t really know what Pokeman is. That’s because I’m not 11. Let me give you a quick reality
check. Almost half of America has
a smart phone. This incredible
device allows the user to literally access all the information on the
planet. Anything you want to know
is available. Anything. You want to know about the root causes
of radical Islam? Chinese trade
deficits? Read a great novel? Answer any question you can
imagine? You can. Yet, this wonderous device is used by
large portions of the public primarily to watch cat videos and play Pokeman. These are the same people
that are going to decide the person that sets the agenda for the Free
World. Check please…
Life in America for my generation has been like being in the
middle of a good run at a blackjack table. It's a magical thing when it happens. You can feel the momentum gather steam. There is no stopping it when it gets
going. I remember winning four
figures once on a sad Sunday morning in the Paris Casino sitting next to three
hillbillies that were drinking Bud Lights betting $5 a hand sweating bullets. I’m feeling the wave and stacking up
black chips cool as a cucumber.
Then it’s over. This is
also unmistakable. The swift
change of fortune smells like the first whiff of autumn after a long glorious
summer. It sits in the air begging
to be noticed. You just have to
pick your head up for a second.
It is an uncertain future. A friend of mine told me two things yesterday. One was “a far right government makes
for great music”. I nodded my head
in agreement thinking about all the amazing bands that would launch just like
they did in the Summer of Love. It
definitely sounds true until you remember that Nixon was president during the
Golden Age of Prog Rock and soft California singer songwriters. Hmm. I don’t want to go through another age of James Taylor and
Jethro Tull. I was just a little
boy when that happened the first time and I still break out in hives when I
hear the opening chords of “Aqualung”.
I don’t have much optimism there.
I don’t think Justin Bieber is going to “drop” Sgt. Pepper Part 2
anytime soon.
The other was “sometimes the best thing to do is to do
nothing, especially if it’s something you really want”. That sounds like zen shit talk. At first I thought he was just all
crushed out on medical grade marijuana and triple espressos, but then it made a
certain sense. While his advice
was in regards to a specific area, it does sort of work generally. You can’t control the run. You can only be aware of it. If people want to play Pokeman and shoot
each other in the streets, that’s what is going to happen. If these same people
want a reality show TV host to run the country, that’s what is going to
happen. All you can do is keep
your nose to the wind and be ready for when things are going back your way.
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