I recently purchased a new computer; nine months of lust, loss and lethargy coming to fruition. My other computer has died as the aged should die — quietly and at peace. She was a veteran of the wars and continents. She was with me in Freedom Plaza with Stop the Machine and Occupy. Through her, I stayed alive as my world fell apart in frozen nights, down twisted main streets. For a man with nothing, she was everything. For a man lost, she was the road home.
My new machine arrived loaded with all the latest, greatest, technology available. Curiously, the instructions were found on four small pages of flimsy cardboard stock. Of course, the answers are all to be found on the Internet! As I powered up, there was a preloaded EBay icon and Amazon, MSN and Toshiba too! All preloaded for my viewing enjoyment. I could read about Kaitlin Jenner or the Kardashians. MSN asked, “What ever happened to the cast of the movie Wedding Crasher; where are they now?”
Perhaps, I pondered to myself, perhaps this was a great film work which I had somehow missed. I checked the American Film Institute’s list of the top 100 films of all time: Citizen Kane, Casablanca and The Godfather. No Wedding Crashers to be found there; in fact, the last new film added was nearly two decades ago. Some might suspect a Hollywood, liberal, media bias, but isn’t that about the same time computer generated graphics emerged?
Automobiles turning into alien robots replacing the stories of underworld mafia dons. What relevance could the public find in the film Citizen Kane today? An unscrupulous media tycoon twisting and misrepresenting the news to a gullible and trusting public. Scenes of obscene wealth and consumption in a man so driven mad by power, so lost, so alone that the only thing that mattered in the end was “Rosebud.” Admittedly, this isn’t nearly so visually stimulating as Batman, Spiderman, Superman or Rocket Man soaring through the clouds battling black-hearted blaggards or dastardly, costumed evil-doers, all to save Mary Jane and to preserve Truth, Justice and the American way!
You see, Rocket Man isn’t the only one flying in the clouds. Do you know what they would call an African-American Superhero in the United States? Dead Man! The scene opens as terrorists have taken over a subway train. As the train emerges, speeding from a tunnel, Afro Man in grey tights flies to the rescue, saving the train from careening off of an overpass. A woman in the crowd below shouts, “He’s stealing that train! Someone stop him!” Police open fire on Afro Man, but he’s immune to their bullets. This is after all fantasy. I’m nearly certain resisting a policeman’s bullets is a chargeable offense; as is taking a Port Authority train without permission, trespassing, public endangerment, flying in controlled airspace and scaring white people. These are children’s stories from the clouds sold to adults living as children. We wonder where racism comes from. The only black super heroes are Darth Vader and Lando Calrissian. Vader is evil incarnate, but answers to a white emperor and Calrissian was a traitor.
We’re living in this cloud based society; the internet revolution is over and the real estate is all deeded out. You may need help in finding Amazon and EBay, so we’ll preload them for you; but changing your home page from the Mindless Syrup Network… you’re on your own. Painting the clouds, altering the perspectives, full media suppression in full media regalia, resplendent in colorful Disney goose-stepping force.
Look back as the ball of yarn unwinds. John McCain was the most unpopular Republican Presidential nominee until Mitt Romney. It takes on the surreal sounds of a steam calipee. McCain goes into his convention and chooses Sarah Palin as his Vice Presidential nominee. No, really, he really did that. Instead of a post-convention bump, McCain gets nothing. He moves on to Florida where he attempts political suicide, promising a room filled with seniors he’d cut Social Security. Meanwhile, the Democratic nominee is called “No drama Obama” by the press, and is compared to JFK and his young family.
Compared to a murdered President who raised the minimum wage by 25 percent in three years. The murdered President who began the moon race and offered to end the cold war:
What kind of peace do I mean and what kind of a peace do we seek? Not a Pax Americana enforced on the world by American weapons of war, not the peace of the grave or the security of the slave. I am talking about genuine peace — the kind of peace that makes life on earth worth living — and the kind that enables men and nations to grow and to hope and build a better life for their children — not merely peace for Americans but peace for all men and women — not merely peace in our time but peace in all time. – John F. Kennedy
So how does this man Obama in make-up and floppy shoes in anyway resemble JFK? He reigns as the warmonger Nixon, the reactionary Reagan, Bush in blackface. Just stage dressing and backdrops on a circus template, I know. Oh yeah, what about the Confederate flag? Oh yeah, what about Gay marriage and gun control! Mass shootings, Ebola and important stuff! Lost in this maelstrom of comic circus dance and pie in the face politics, the number of Americans actually working falls, as wages remain flat for another year… another year. Obama supports Free trade and fossil fuels indefinitely and wind and solar annually. Would you invest in an alternative energy program which might not exist in twelve months?
We are led to believe, in a nation of over 317 million, the best possible candidates available to lead us forward into a sunlit future with Kennedy style and panache are either Hillary Clinton or Jeb Bush. Hillary has Bernie Sanders to make the debate interesting. Sanders attempting to pull Hillary to the left, attempting to remove the taint of her neoliberal politics. Sanders spouts the old-time Democratic platitudes and what will come of it? Could Sanders win the nomination, despite Hillary Clinton’s near bottomless pit of corporate donors? She’s been a major functionary in the party establishment for over twenty years, she put the people in the jobs they now hold. If Sanders were to win the nomination, could he be elected, or would he become the next George McGovern?
Oh, but what are the chances? What are the chances? The “best chances” the Republicans can muster is the brother of former President George W. Bush, son of former President, George Herbert Walker Bush? Why it is a miracle right out of scripture! Look, up in the clouds, it’s Hillary, its Bernie, it’s a Bush… It’s corporate man! But just how many Republicans can fit into one clown car? It’s hell’s a popping, a farce, Laugh In 2015. What does the Republican Party stand for? In the clouds, they stand for anything you want them to stand for. It is safe to say not all Republicans fly Confederate flags, but all who fly Confederate flags, vote Republican. But what does the Democratic Party stand for? In the clouds, they stand for anything, free trade, oil pipelines, public money to private insurers, anything, as long as the check clears. No longer the donkey, now just a rented mule.
A farcical society living in child-like, make-believe dreams, make-believe issues. Imitating adults while living in a cartoon existence. This is a neoliberal fascist government, which won’t be voted from power, nor petitioned from office. At war abroad, at war with itself, at war with its own people. The revolution has begun… which side are you on?
You do not become a ‘dissident’ just because you decide one day to take up this most unusual career. You are thrown into it by your personal sense of responsibility, combined with a complex set of external circumstances. You are cast out of the existing structures and placed in a position of conflict with them. It begins as an attempt to do your work well, and ends with being branded an enemy of society. – Vaclav Havel
About the author: David Glenn Cox is a senior staff writer for TLR and an award winning author and musician. He is the author of the novel, “The Servants of Pilate.”