there's a troubling pattern that's developed in american culture over the last few weeks, or months or years, which has been following this archetype: predictable pending shit, shit happening, and the populous accepting said shit. for instance(s):
presidential claims contradicted by fact? facts are so passe.
white house incompetance? incompe-what?
more people dead? yeah the population was a tad high.
2 x 3 = 11? and your point?
2 + 2 = 5? thom yorke is crazy.
papa got a brand new bag? well, a) papa hasn't worked in two years and could never afford it, and b) he died a week ago because he couldn't pay for treatment for his epstein barrs..
as this apocalyptic trend has been all the rage lately, i'm going to force my head down hard into the sand where i will either be rendered unconscious therein or just be immune from this "world" without. i'm not writing about it anymore. maybe once a week when the other juices just ain't flowin'. the whole thing (i almost used the word "quagmire" there, but if i hear that word too many more times i'm going postal - metaphorically or in actuality; i can get good guns now) infuriates me more than i should let it, so i'm not going to let it anymore.
i'm probably full of shit and this is just a passing fanciful idea that suits me right here and now. but really it's not a bad one.
78 to 22. one in five.
a ten-point lead for he-who-shall-not-have-brain.
i just saw cold mountain last night (more about the movie later) . i pulled this quote, in reference to the american civil war, because i think it's still applicable:
"...and every piece of this is man's bullshit! They call this war a cloud over the land. But they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say 'Shit, it's raining!'"
album of the jour: the sounds living in america