I can no longer take part in what society is doing to itself. It’s like trying to stop a fast-moving train with your own body from hitting the car on the tracks. It’s futile. You can either commit suicide or report on the carnage. I have chosen the latter. I recently landed on a George Calin interview where he described my already formulated perspective. It’s the only way to keep sane. I no longer have a vested interest in the outcome, but I’m free to report on the irony and hypocrisy. I’m paraphrasing what Calin said, but you can see the interview excerpt here.
“I’ve begun to develop a different perspective. I’ve found a very liberating position for myself. I gave up on the human race. I gave up on the American dream and culture and Nation and decided I didn’t care about the outcome. That gave me a lot of freedom to watch the whole thing with a combination of wonder and pity. I love people as I meet them one by one, if you look in their eyes, you can seen the entire Universe. You really can. They are fascinating. But as soon as they group, they begin to change.”
George Carlin
That pretty much sums up my perspective as well. To quote Agent K “A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky dangerous animals and you know it.” Once people group they become morons. I was going to say they become more unpredictable and reactionary but really, they are even more predictable. You can pretty much predict exactly what will happen in any situation with “panic” being the common theme.
When I take a step back and look at what is happening in this country and the world it’s extremely easy to determine the cause. Sure, you can say that religion is the problem, race is the problem, or the rich are the problem, or that even the poor are the problem. None of that is true. The problem is humanity itself. Our needs, wants, perspectives, prejudices, and personal experiences make us all culpable. We want to blame others, or the other group for our challenges, but really it’s just us. We are the problem.
That doesn’t mean there isn’t comedy along the way. Even in chaos there is laughter. So that’s where you will find me, at the center of the great American hurricane, laughing my way through. As you make the attempt to travel through the flood of madness, I’ll be easy to find. I’ll be in the eye of the storm where the sun’s shining, the guy in the lawn chair with the umbrella and a sweet tea on the side of the road telling you where its flooded only to watch in amusement as you ignore the advice to turn around and drive through anyway.
Rex