Reading a post by Will Pitt made me angry. At everyone.
Well, it's Saturday night and I'm feeling blue...
I just scanned all the nice posts about Terry Schiavo on etp, and then I read this
http://forum.truthout.org/blog/story/2005/3/19/11243/4079
You can see my response ("Bluesee") toward the bottom. I also wrote this, basically calling all of the fine people at ETP idiots for taking the bait.
http://www.e-thepeople.org/comment/209675/view?viewtype=
Jesus Christ, why are we so gullible, so easily distracted, so fucking stupid that we fall for the bullshit they cram down our throats day in and day out? I am so goddamned tired of it all sometimes, and no, I don't need a pill, or to lie down, or to calm myself. Because I am right! We suck as a people, we are so wrong-headed and misguided that we can't even tell that we are being misled.
I mentioned before how the jazz musicians got it about right. Spend your passions on something you can give to, something you can build, something you can express love through. Don't waste your time in exasperation, trying to teach fucking pigs to sing!
My favorite site right now is dailykos.org (com?), and they really do put their energy into trying to fight the good fight; unfortunately for them they think that its (in a pragmatic sense) allying with Democrats and trying to get them to toe the line they draw in the sand. But then one of their political heroes (Harry Reid) goes off and does the Schiavo dance, and they chase that, not realizing that there is precious little difference between the two parties and that we are being squeezed out of the debate entirely.
http://www.dailykos.com/story/2005/3/19/175157/173
I am not so much sad as amazed. And resigned to saying "Fuck You" to the press, the politicians, the corporate CEO's, and anyone stupid enough to try to play that stupid game.
Sorry to swear so much, but I hope you understand. Life's too short to care sometimes, and being burnt out only means that you once cared and had hope. It's the cynical bastards who are simply self-serving themselves whilst they thump their bibles or their Mao tomes who I hope earn a seat in the ninth circle of hell.
And satire is dead to me, and so is the fabled 'irony' I hear so much about. Want to know why? Because - think about it - the good folks who try to point out the foibles of the Right do so in an appeal to our sense of logic, propriety, and humanity. They think that pointing out that Reagan called ketchup a vegetable is enough to defeat his brand of logic, that light alone will kill the disease. But they are wrong: they would need to go further if they are to adapt the tactics of the Right, and lie about them, making them out to be more evil than they are. But I cannot do that. Was it Lazarus Long who said "Don't appeal to a man's better judgement, he may not have one. Here we go:
" Never appeal to a man's "better nature". He may not have one. Invoking his self-interest gives you more leverage."
This is how the West is won. And I want no part of it.
Bummed out by the words, I choose to preserve my energy, my strength, and my sanity by focussing on the melody. Maybe later I can gather up a head of steam. But mostly I would rather put it all in perspective. The universe howls with laughter at the earnest efforts of the tiny creatures on this mote of dust, and, knowing all, loves us anyway, but pities us most of all.
There aren't really any words left, anyway. They took them all.