Floating down the stream of thoughts…
Cats: commentary, politics, random thoughty-ness|Do try not to capsize the boat. I’m not sure where we’re headed… honestly… but I do have a lot of things on my mind, and I’m fairly certain they’re going to all jumble together into some sort of crazed unreality, but… you know… it’s my brain we’re talkin’ ’bout here.
sooooooo
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Down to business.
It’s been one of those days. One of those “I hate life, I’d rather not be here for this life thing right now.” days.
So… I’m going to bitch about things that don’t matter.
Do you ever have that feeling of futility? I’m talking about that feeling that just makes you feel like there REALLY is no point in trying, or caring, or making an effort. It’s insidious. It stems from a great many places in one’s life. Lost love. Failure to accomplish something. Frustration at some situation one can’t change. Or maybe you just had a bad day.
Or… maybe… you look at the state of the country where you live and think… “What the fuck?”
Then you see something like this posted in a bulletin on Myspace:
And you say… “WHAT the FUCK?!”
So… you do a little google search… and find this:
(Skip through this one. It’s painfully long, boring, and not very interesting, except for about the last 25% where you see the ‘ritual’. And even that’s not all that interesting in itself… see my comments to come.)
Let me make this perfectly clear. I don’t buy the conspiracy theme. At least… not in the way the guy that did that last video seems to look at it.
But now…. now I’m going… “WHAT… the…. FUCK!!!!”
Here I am, a single mom without an income. I happen to be white, and attending school, so I don’t qualify for much, if any, sort of government sponsored aid. No. Can’t even get much of a fucking grant. Certainly doesn’t cover my tuition.
But you know, I’m really not that bad off. I look around and see other people whose lives and circumstances are even MORE dire…
And then I watch things like the above to find that the movers and shakers of this country are spending their time cavorting in the forest and having ‘summer camp’ complete with ridiculous, outdated, time-worn rituals.
Did you watch the ritual? Did you SEE how goddamned HOKEY that thing is? Yes… The people who make POLICY for our GOVERNMENT, who lead our nation, some of whom have been Commander In Chief…. play dress up and burn shit to a soundtrack that sounds like it came from a REALLY bad 30s B movie.
These are the guys who think they’re qualified to tell ME how to live my life. I’m just getting by. I don’t GET a vacation. I can’t afford to go hang out in the woods and swill expensive whiskey by the fireside in mountain lodges. I can’t afford an $80+ robe to participate in the pageantry of asinine mysticism about the “Cremation of Care”.
I won’t even get into the “no women allowed” bit. Wait… no… I’ll get into it just this much. If women were to get together in such a huge, secretive gathering… even powerful, brilliant, rich, accomplished women… it wouldn’t have the aura of ‘legitimacy’ to it that these guys get from it being a gathering of the nations most elite and well-off “good ole boy” network.
When I really try to put my finger on why I’m irked by this… I think it comes down to this.
I don’t really care if scores of overgrown frat boys want to go play “I’m an elite dumbass” in the woods and play dressup and think they’re really cool. What offends me so deeply… is… really… that they just have SUCH a lack of taste, and no imagination.
I’d like to transplant the lot of them into a Burning Man camp suddenly… and see what would happen. Apoplexy in some cases, I’m sure. But… maybe… enlightenment in others.
*snicker*
