There is a giant pig stretched out across the American landscape that encompasses all within, from sea to shining sea. The Supreme Court having given birth to its round taut pink fat ballooned body after having created it through its genetic corporate act of manipulated reproduction, it now lays languid in the dog days of summer as one by one her children of Moloch come to suck from her teats to feed their morally malnourished bodies. Never before have we seen so many, so early in the campaign season writhing in the mud. Yet they continue to grovel and fight among themselves for the best position while high above, their mutated dragon like offspring floats with the currents of the ever changing wind through his billion dollar comb-over, laughing and bullying along the way as he spews dissension and whatever will grab the headlines for that particular day. Even the anointed one has been seen finding her place within the grovel that are her current counterparts, sucking from each well fought for teat for the campaign sustaining fluids that are the lifeblood of their ever developing macabre like circus. Reports say that record numbers are being siphoned off each quarter; stay tuned ladies and gentlemen, because we still have a long way to go.
The lightning flash of resilience is at times
remarkable as the storm clouds gather and roll across the plains. There are
faint murmurs of the stirring but nothing more obvious than birds chirping and
small squirrels scurrying from tree limb to tree trunk and back again. Unlike their human neighbors, they can see it
coming. They can hear the echo of its’ tremendous force. They find reason and
purpose in their actions.
It has been forecasted, spoken about in Internet and
overly priced cafes and on their television sets with good looking tan-skinned
and well-manicured hosts with plunging necklines equivalent to their
intelligence quotient. To the viewers at home or stuck in the airport waiting
holding pattern however, the ticker at the bottom of their screens is no
consolation. Their retirement savings doesn’t hold them close and whisper
everything is going to be all right. They can feel it, but they can’t see the
noose that they are each holding, tightening around their necks.
Some of them know better than that and some should,
but they go for a walk anyway. Nothing anymore surprises me. Although the fact
that they walk upright may seem a miracle in and of itself. But you can tell
that to Darwin and all of his followers as a big, “I told you so.”
They can curse me all they want; but it takes a lot to
bring a man to the point of wanting to kill another human being. Believe me, there are many
factors along the way that help to push and prod him in the direction that
ultimately alters two lives with a single act of disregard to decency and instead
towards a full embrace of how shall I put it, human nature.
Say what you will about other animals, there is
nothing so sinister, yet remarkably elegant in the fact that each person holds
steady to the belief that they can control their own destiny; that with an act
of repudiated violence towards another they may find joy and happiness in their
absence, doing their best to mop up the blood afterwards. The explosion of
forensics shows gives birth to confident voyeurs, naïve in believing that they
won’t leave a trace.
I can understand that. In their opinion, I’m the
ultimate voyeur. Where was I? That’s right, back to the task at my left hand;
please forgive me. I’ll be the first to admit it; it is very difficult to
multitask, and I’d admit, maybe that’s where I’ve gone wrong.
There may be the co-worker who continually pushes your
buttons, or the momentary lapse of reason resulting in a desperate act of road
rage, slamming your brakes as the smell of burnt rubber surrounds the vehicle
and you, pulling the gun from the glove compartment; settling things once and
for all.
Like a mystical weapon handed down from above, each
finds their believed purpose in the blink of an eye. I see that you all try
your best not to let the guilt of the act wash over and consume you.
Cavemen would simply grab the
nearest stone and raise their arms towards the heavens and bring it crashing
down on a skull within reach, in defiance of all that has come since then. They
have evolved to the point that the method they choose is just that; it is all a
matter of their choosing. With the explosion of information found on the
Internet, each of them has the tools and capability of performing the task of
Cain. There is nowhere to hide from the click of a mouse.
As a result of the progression of
technology and the wide spread of information, wars between nations seem to be
reaching their endpoint. Instead they have been replaced with acts of terror
bound together by outdated ideologies grasping for straws of relevance in the
ever changing world. This world’s natural resources dwindle and yet they
continue to do nothing about it. Halls of power throughout the globe tug and
pull in opposite directions, neither one capitulating to the other and in the
process are equal conspirers of their own demise. Like the hole in the center
of a table hidden underneath soiled cloth, with a vase placed unknowingly,
oops, bringing it all down.
A mess has been made.
Articles are continually written
about the downward slope of modern life. One day, museums will be built in the
name of their murderers, owners of more wealth and control than their victims,
but their history will place the mantle of victor atop their marble columned
abjurations; monuments to their own stupidity. Selfishness rewarded with
scholarly theories held forth by institutions of ivy colored walls, closed to
those without the skills and money necessary to open their doors.
I hear them. I hear their pleas, but
I haven’t come to a decision yet.
Why should I help them? What have
they continually showed themselves to be other than hypocrites who only hold
out hope for help when they need it most; but in days comforted by my
everlasting grace neglect the simple fact that without me, none of them or this
would be here at all?
They have been seduced through their
ignorance. The ineffectual ones and zeroes flashing behind a flickering screen
of light that is held in place by plastic constructed by the shells of long
dead life forms; an assembly line of free trade. Ones and zeroes, a line in the
sand and a circle placed next to it; cross the line and you will find what you
are looking for. Step into the circle and you will be lost in the endless loop
of totality. Ones and zeroes, ones and zeroes are all that they are. All of
life has sprung from the one wellspring of creation and that is all. From
nothing comes everything; and from everything they will have nothing left.
Then again, I haven’t made my mind
up, yet. If you’re lucky or cursed, you can bet I’ll see you around.
