Fine. You wanted this bloody written account of my brilliant thoughts and interpretations of this utterly calamity we call world affairs and life, then here, you can bloody well have it.
Get a load of this—–
Hold up.
Before I get too wrapped up in this, let me just first say: I know. This is another one of those ridiculous pieces of parasitic journalistic bacteria that feeds off of the glow of the latest feast-piece for the national consciousness, in this case the ever-present, ever-relevant AOC. I know, I’m part of the problem. I should be writing about the real threats if that’s so important– the collapse of national unity and purpose, the eruption of narcissism and greed– but you have no idea how god damn boring that stuff is to write, and seemingly pointless. Too many of “you”, the faceless, shapeless mass whole of other people, are too scared, stubborn, stupid, or selfish to allow it to get to you, and the others already understand.
Again, I know.
We write for the generations to come, those dumb and ignorant things that follow so that they may understand the old knowledge in new and relevant interpretations. Well for the children let me say: fuck that. The old knowledge is bloody boring and useless and generally bound to such backward ass systems of what amounts to good ol’ slavery in the aims of self preservation and success at the cost of long-term gains, that I think, no let’s not get into all that. The old system burned down the planet, so let’s just make a new one in the aims we can regrow it.
Now I hear some of you, the more utilitarian specists of you saying whatever, fuck the planet. Here’s a secret: I’m inclined to agree with you, fuck the planet. We’ll thrive regardless. We’re like rats, there is not a corner of this Earth, an environment of any warped form of creation that we cannot learn in which to survive, given the right time, and that time is very small, and then with some more time, to thrive. We’re amazing, horrible little things that are learning right now how to survive in an inhospitable (to say the least) rock that tried it’s best to divorce us many, many millennia ago. And that, only in the aims of using it as a launching pad to reach into the stars in the hopes of grabbing Mars, and one day plucking her out the sky entirely to take back home here to Earth.
We are the rats of the galaxy, the cockroach of the cosmos as Mr Byrne would have it.
Yet though we are rats and we are brilliant and less-than-beneficent, we are also all children of one mother, as the hippies would have it. As Americans more than any others, this should appeal to our national instincts, for it rests upon the same logic as our nation. Of the people, by the people, for the people, so our great nation has proclaimed itself since 1863, through the lips of a short-for-this-Earth country bumpkin, and so it still claims to be, just. Our nation is a grandchild of our Earth, and of the creatures, by the creatures, for the creatures does she continue on. The more creatures we kill the less creatures get produced, the less creatures produced then the less output there is for the creatures. We are numbed to these facts by now, but never hurting for refrain: this nature creates the very air that we breath, the essential components of our life and while some of us may survive for some time without it, we are depending on a terrifying logic of cold human survivability and science to produce enough resources and create enough sustenance to keep at least some of us alive for long enough for us to be able to reverse the process. I mean can you—–
Woah, woah, woah. I am getting swept away here, my, my.
Forgive me, my emotions you know, horrible things just take me over when I foolishly look over my shoulder at the coming fear. Let’s us just pretend it’s not there shall we, as usual.
Now, what was I saying.
Oh, right. AOC.
What was it again?
Right.
I get that it’s silly I’m talking about her, but well, here we are, and here I am, and she’s just oh so darn photogenic, the viewers will love/hate her.
So yesterday Jon Stewart stepped out of his farm clothes and back in to a suit to sit before our esteemed congress on behalf of the 9/11 First Responder’s Fund, or something like that. He did quite the performance, really sinking in that this guy can perform, and it’s most moving for the fact that most all the Representative’s seats are empty, bar about 4 back benchers. Brilliant. So Stewart gets a 9 minute monologue, a nation that has been desperate for their wise uncle’s advice and just to hear the sound of his sweet voice turned him viral, and within 24hrs there’s a video on my YouTube feed: “AOC rallies for 9/11 Victim’s Compensation Fund”.
Well there we go.
Her name is just so damn catchy with that little Twitname she’s got for herself: AOC.
And she looks so damn cute in the thumbnail with her healthy hair and sharp cheekbones.
Whip crack.
So the nation is hooked for another generation.
The cast of characters were grown old and feeble. Hillary Clinton truly put in the ground as truly deserves her husband’s character. Nancy Pelosi holding the helm at 80, that will only last a few more voting cycles at best. Ah, perfect. AOC comes from one of the most reliably blue districts in the nation. Yes, she beat an establishment figure, a boring old white man from who-cares talking about the who-gives-a-damn. He was easy to beat from the inside, and with verve, passion, and sharp perception of the issues, she easily cut the belly of that fat whale and took his blubber to market. She will thrive for a lifetime on her sale. She holds the fort, she’s the establishment figure there now, but also she forever holds the people, for she took the fort back for them in the first place. She’s locally indomitable, which means that for as long as she wants us to see her, she is there to be seen, and she will use that camera time to her benefit. As she well should.
Yet what a gift to the right, what an absolute dream that could not have come better timed. She’s the new boogeyman, the new HRC to keep us awake at night, and out there voting every November. She is smart, she is passionate, she is socialist, and she is coming to change our nation. We should expect to hear her name from now until the ‘news’ finally fully retires. In our nation of stupid sheep, she represents the sheepdog that shall keep us from running too far left, at the beck of masters call. Her words and actions shall be used and manipulated in order that the voters are corralled for the powers-that-be where they are meant to be. She cannot control how her image gets presented, she cannot choose when what she says counts and when not. She shall try for now to make it all count, but we all now know too, that social manipulation comes much more coercively these days. She shall be manipulated without her control or ken, and for none of our mass benefits, unless it truly is a benefit that we are controlled like sheep, so we do not run off the cliff, or free into the forests to starve or feed scarier beasts prowling just out of sight in the night.
Our lot as sheep seems pretty shite on all sides.
Never mind that sometimes the farmer also rapes us.