Right now I am trying to remain serene, and not allow my head to fill with disgust, outrage and anger. It is a struggle, but I think I can manage. Only in America could this happen. Only in America could such an unfounded, ludicrous proposition be so readily lapped up and absorbed. In a recent debate in Florida, Gingrich claimed that, were he elected president, he would set up an American (and he stressed that it would only be American) colony on the moon. He further specified that after reaching thirteen thousand citizens, the colony could apply for statehood. He elaborated no further and gave no explanations.
How pathetic is this "society", how brainwashed are the majority of the population, when this is taken seriously without any form of investigation or rational discussion? WHERE THE FUCK IS THE DIALECTIC?! Why is the "nightly news", which is considered a source of information, and is used as such by most of America, not investigating the basis of such a moronic claim? Why is no one, on a national and public scale asking things like "What would be the purpose of doing this?" or "Do you realize that there is no oxygen, water, or anything at all on the moon?". Only us American's who are so adept at removing ourselves from truth, rationality, and reality, could not question such inane nonsense.
I would like to say that I am angry, I would like to say that I am outraged, but I am not. I am afraid. I am afraid of what our civilization is in the process of devolving into. We have given up personal control of our own thoughts. The man on the T.V. tells us what to think and we don't question. We are so caught up in our own conscious creations that we are completely alienated from the natural world. We are, subsequently, alienated from our survival instincts and cannot understand the basic concepts of sustenance, otherwise we wouldn't take this claim seriously. There are no resources on the moon. Organisms cannot live without necessary resources. Everything is done for us, as long as we keep existing as one more cog in a machine. Who among us is self-reliant in a true sense? Who can sustain themselves? There are very few. There are, possibly, one or two agrarian communities who have the ability to exist completely self reliantly and sustainably. The rest of us work a job and go to the grocery store to find the shelves magically stocked with food, turn handles in our kitchens and bathrooms and find clean water inexplicably flowing from the pipes. We are all focused on minute, little Particulars that we have forgotten about the larger, singular and cyclical Universal: survival. I think we are doomed to run ourselves into extinction, and if it happens within my lifetime I will laugh uncontrollably, for it is so pathetic it borders on comical.
The only solution I can see today, with my head clouded by dark thoughts, is to hand out a copy of Brave New World and hope that people aren't so stupid as to ignore the warning within it's pages.
Part of me, the darker, more morbid and less forgiving part of me, wishes for an apocalyptic catastrophe. Part of me wishes for huge global storms to rage across the planet, killing millions, even billions, of people. The one's left would be the strongest and smartest, the ones who are most aware of their mortality and their capacities to prolong it. I would like to think that they could rebuild, or not rebuild and just live barbarically and beautifully.
Well, that's my rant for today. I can already feel the brief storm clouds in my head fading. After all, I'm alive right now so there is no reason to be upset in the slightest.
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