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Beyond Freedom and Dignity, is Denying You Yours

CEE

    Don’t compliment me. It’s soft soap. God knows, don’t compliment Others. Just spread your wampum. I’ll have you on your way, yelling cop, googling “the number to call for 911”, in the time it takes to boil an egg.
    I didn’t think it could get more exacting, than hippie outrage. The Robert Kleins of the world, seeing Nixon’s face in everything they didn’t like, to the point of always checking under their beds for him. It’s an obsession which lingered so long and with such bad craziness, it boggled the mind. Hunter S. Thompson’s Better Than Sex, ostensibly about the rise of William Jefferson Clinton, couldn’t go to press without a hurried knifing of Tricky Dick, who died after the fact of the finished manuscript! Geez...that’s some passion, uh? Some “sales manager in The Fan, murders the car door to prove product quality” PASSION. But at least it was fixed. “Here’s our short list of ‘We Hate’ and ‘Must Go Away’.” Next to the twenty-something children, the Ragtime Cowboy Triggers or Social Justice Warriors, Klein and Carlin and every younger face at the Fillmore, were just friends I’ve had who made faces as they picked despised items out of their food. SJWs, the anti-Father Coughlin Father Coughlins, are Orwellian in their circle-slash. They’re at war with Eurasia, as they’ve always been at peace with Eastasia.
    I’m not on the side of anyone who says, “You can’t...!”, I think I’ve made that clear enough, but any animal that turns around and attacks the mirror, is a better PPV than Don King Productions is ever again going to see. The flatulent HBO Downtowners, brick wall comedians once cutting edge, are nettled, gritting teeth, how “it’s okay to make fun!” “this ‘feelings’ stuff, is stupid!”, canceling campus shows and the like, versus the (mostly) shavetail locksteppers with seventy-six words for groups where had been one, who not afraid to walk up to you and blat grad student “HUH?!”...though, doncha dare speak back, resistance is bigotry—you’ll be arrested. Most bettors, are rooting for the comedians in need of Viagra. I’m for the zombie-eyed, Zero Tolerance Haters Who Hate Hate. I’m not exactly a bedmate of either side. But youth always wins by playing for time, and hippie outrage, too, shall pass. Somewhere in the process, lines will be drawn, in chalk so unmistakeable, it should be 19th Century-toxic, and all who remain after what-was-always-hurtful-because-sarcasm-isn’t-funny-you-asses, are those who permit barely anything said or thought...and those who will say everything, what’s Your problem, and pull a gun if you embarrass them. I recently heard some yaddayadda, about millennials being “the most unbiased humans in history”, but the whole idea of Actual Trek’s IDIC, is that everything with everyone, everywhere, is allowed for...and that googolplex, even if you prefer Picard, infers inclusion of bias of every type and flavor, from something a person never knew about themselves, to individuals sitting in a darkened room even now, fixin’ to get ready. Which makes it sound like there are no such things as “millennials” as a group, except by year and order of birth. No, there’s an entity. There’s always an entity. Outliers are ever present, but like dry, dead skin. The formless, shapeless larger Thing of “group” and its groupthink, are in every loose association.
    I’m glad this tiger is savaging its own tail, that it’s just “correct”, and no quarter. I welcome the extremity of their position. It’s as honest as Eastwood in his prime. And I thank them for NOT wanting to fucking-talk it out or dialog or communicate, which to the old ‘’’ja ever notice...?” Downtowners, is a horrific game change. It means the hatred of all opposing viewpoints, is out there in the open, undenied. No pretense remains. There’s no clear path to 1) let’s discuss this, 2) I make you look like a blubbering ass, then 3) you cave to my opinion, as winning an argument with tricks I learned well, is Truth. Not anymore. All the smoke and mirrors in the magician’s suitcase, every smile which is a smirk which is a sneer of “we’re all good people, right? People, just trying to figure it out, get by...”, is, with the SJW Movement (and I would call it such), burned like RPG books and figs at the end of a Chick tract no one remembers: “We hereby consign this filth of something barely understandable replacing ‘Satan’, to the fires of public service announcement for their movement!” Ain’t nothin’ left, homes, but Hate, and Hate of Hate. Cue the next mass slaughter of Man by his brother. That’s pure, nonfriends, it’s fresh. It’s Captain America lecturing while he kicks the shit out of a foe, or 70’s commercial actors inhaling deodorant soap like addicts. Mugging smartass while appealing to a solidarity based in “human = same”, is going the way of the visionary’s speech.
    Jon Stewart should have seen this coming. If he did, he’s a worse gambler than me. Which is saying something.
    In 2004, I admired Stewart, for calling out Ted Koppel on what we now understand as centrism owned and logo branded by the corporate elite; Stewart’s brief statement, showed the “staged” quality of do-nothing discussion by comparison, and he was on target. The days of broad, general statements and sloganism made userfriendly, were rattling to their conclusion. I agreed then, and I do, now. Soft discussion, got to the heart of nothing, as it was surface level. It didn’t occur, 13 years ago, to look further into it. I’d known since the days of the anarchist-friends and “the arguments”, America’s last clasp of hands was that of railroad trust barons over a golden spike. Opposing viewpoints, do not converge. A little of this and a little of that, is silliness. Half-measures, never work. The Other, must be made to see. And as so many, now, are so aware, The Other is become Enemy, a priori. If not at the outset of discussion, by the first smoke break or third beer. One side, wants to school the other. The other, finds this asshole. The hatred of Subject, is to Object not only right out there, but palpable. It’s not enough they’re wrong, they lie, they make things up...They Must Degrade, as well. From there, if the profs of Tomorrow haven’t succumbed to annoyance, irritation, exasperation and(or) are not fit to be tied at the (pardon me) “wall” they’re encountering, the reluctant students threatened, dignity assaulted, will wring it out of them like it was the last fresh water on Earth. Again, to remind, my parents at breakfast? I told you, here and there, one would go silent, try it on for size, allow a fire blanket opposition by withholding response. It never worked, and you can say I’m demagogic because I come from passionate people...but, a joining of hands between Stay Where We Are and Move, Now!, needs more than silence. Silence, is its mortal Enemy. There has to be discussion. Obviously! But having taken a lifelong sample group, I can tell you No One with generational truths, traditions and current family economy riding on it, plus Equality as concept treated like Roman Catholicism treated eternal laws on whim, will champion The Other Side. And that’s where Jon Stewart lost me, in the years following. He thinks there are no sides. It’s clear he remembers the 60’s, far less than me, the TV kid. Vietnam was peanuts, compared to The War on Main Street.
    A poignant question to him on Larry King (ironically from my state), had Stewart rejecting the notion of commonly understood “entities” as such. In his mind, there is no “Hollywood” as an entity, no “Middle America”, etc. In years beyond this, having wrecked newsreporting by making it “funny” (and some people laugh at executions, Jon; ask your friend Bob Saget, about the deeper truths of human response), he has postulated louder than anyone else, the need for national dialog—you know, the one I’ve written at least 3 columns on before this, pointing out the “fairyland filled with wax lips”-quality to the concept? I could further point out that “Hands Across America” was proven from that pre-Internet day, to have never held a synchronous chain for one split second...or that there’s no such thing as a 350 million voice dialog, and that sides spoken for, choose champions, not Gandhis—kindly recall last year’s debates (was that Mom and Dad??). Notions as simple as “we are all Americans”, will now net you a respectable Thumbs Down percentage (possibly in your ear), as the definition of “American” is as spectrum as the mouths defining it. As for the broad, meaningless, faux-inclusiveness of Sociology 101, the “we all want what’s best for ourselves, our families and a happier, healthier, more productive and positive world for everyone”, word: It’s not just the Goth movement jeering that, and not just Jimbob and Becky Sue spitting on it. Reason? Your “happy” and my happy, are not remotely the same. No matter how slowly you build your nucleus in explaining to Others you view inherently as The Enemy—and if you have to convert oppositional thinking, it’s a Spy vs. Spy situation...the ones who don’t think like you, are, yes, THE ENEMY. You can kiss ‘um’s feelings and coo bullshit, even tweak “Enemy” to “Needs Assistance From Good Friends Ice Cream Cake Human”...but to bring an individual, even one, from being in opposition, to fist bumping with your thought group, means making their belief structure and system in main go away, by supplanting it—I would say, usurping it—with your own. If you’re going to do it as in Cold War brainwashing, say that, and I’ll leave you alone. If by the current waterboarding, a goofy kind of brainwashing remake, say it, and fine, I’ll keep calm and believe in CEE. But persuasion as classroom/dialog/national discussion “okay, let’s begin by asking...”? Nope! Sorry!
    Though the barefoot toefishing of “ain’t broke/don’t fix” sounds awful, let’s apply it, here. Dialog? For what purpose? We’re all Americans, we’re all “one”, we’re all together, altogether (college band plays, cheerleaders flip)! Dialog is unnecessary, if we are all “together”. Deduction: We’re Not. “Together”, is not proximity, because if mere space is what’s meant, you’ve got ten seconds to get the Hell out of my driveway...and if “it’s sure crowded, here”, China has had the (rather brutal) answer, for decades. Overpopulation, doesn’t mean getting along and tickling feet. It means eliminating a fair portion of said population. These things used to be called plagues and wars. Pick one. Because any other solution, begins with that old documentary so rare no can afford a copy, anymore, re: one teacher’s experiment involving superiority. As has always been the case, Man takes away only the crying lesson. Never the Self lesson. I accept most would be a Good Samaritan, if they had the time...or knew the person(s) hurting (and liked them to begin with)...or it was a school/church project covered by the local paper, with fish fry to follow. Examples involving children three-score ago, are as bogus as the second “Bill and Ted” movie, when we reach secondary response. 21st Century adults, aren’t going to behave that way. Each to their issues, and with groupthink saluted high if a quorum is present, sure...but, then, everyone goes inside. With tech. Tech, is their friend. Tech shows them how to say ‘who’ they are, express ‘what’ they are and hide as much as can from the rest. Everything’s gone indoors, as you know. We’ll never again see open, honest faces, nothing withheld. There’s no cracking that nut, unless you approach it with an axe borrowed from Kathy Bates...or trap it in its own basement...and you see we keep coming back to really scary stuff. That’s because We Are Not Together. And we’re not together, because we’re not “one”. What has failed over and over in the Eastern Hemisphere, is not about to work for a monied culture built on money. If the days of politicos with sleeves rolled up and judging the pie contest are kaput, the vague, mystical “one” as ploy to alter refusal, is a baby toy’s squeak.
    “We are all one”, is a platitude; it’s not even remotely true. And, it used to not be the argument as framed. I never had trouble with the “sameness/oneness/together” line, in its 1.0.
    1.0, as framed = We are all due every respect, every right, every freedom, every liberty, every opportunity, each and every as one another, no difference. YES.
    2.0, as framed = We are all “the same”, we are “one”, as in one big happy DNA schematic without cats, koalas or li-ah baby aliens from Close Encounters... being involved. NO.
    I admit, a catalyst portion of the ‘NO’, is that the ‘YES’, is impossible under some...actually almost all systems of government, and said YES cannot be achieved through dialog, through parlay, through reason or legislation, or God knows, Luuuuuvv, because of the NO. You can ram The Other down someone’s throat, and slit that throat if it protests—and if you weren’t hanging at the International Space Station the past two years, you know damned well, eradication of whole cities’ worth of the unregenerate, is what it would take—but it’s too late in a tech-soaked culture of selfselection, to even schedule the date of this neighbor’s-problem-is-You “talk”, as the unregenerate see the very invitation as a Trojan Horse. IOW, you’re lying. And don’t bother with the un-vetted sources, the sins of the past nine presidents or indeed of Rachel Cade...from “you’re lying”, it’s over, always walked back, reset kewpie dolls, to “you’re lying”. Think Abbot and Costello, e.g. “Third base!” A circular argument which can never break out of itself, keeps it 47% to 47%, Cold Civil War, Forever—if you’re lucky. It really doesn’t matter, if you could show your vision on the biggest Jumbotron in MLB. You made it, or your friends did, therefore it’s made up. It’s a lie. You’re lying. End result? The Above YES is never begun to be realized, no matter its Periodic Element weight in Truth, because the NO is never going to be conceded. Most every unregenerate, would rather burn in the version of Hell that has Bill Maher and buddies shitting pants the loudest. It’s all very Christopher Lloyd and Shatner, in Star Trek III.
    I’ve told you there can be only one, but it takes full accord, to keep society from chaos. America...the planet...is doomed, because of...well. People like me. And not like me. It is, however, a great time for sociopaths, nonfriends. And with every death or fifty, you begin to realize the dark side of “the sun will come out, tomorrow”. The most inhuman 99%, is that which gets up and goes to work the next day. Why, how dare they? A: Moral support as not truly invested beyond the philosophical, is nothing.
    Saying from afar, “I am invested”, is castles in the air. 99%, no matter who is in the casket, don’t give a flying. Only at most, for their September, 40-man roster. This one cares about those and those over there, care about him and him and her. The best and biggest, per any “team”, is by formula, nationalistic, indeed nativist, and OMG, the other team(s) find that very disturbing. But, there’s no chance for community accord un-forced, let alone national accord. It’s a numbers game, originating in “Hi, can I buy you a drink?” Translation, from the 10-minute CEE play, Here, the Fallen: “Too many, there are too many, and we are making too many more.” Therefore, at some point, except on Chomsky’s atomized level, who gives a shit? And why should they? Up! Ohp! You’re lying.
    The brass tacks of this, is a trust issue. That’s why the human race is doomed, and I need only point to simple divorce statistics before resting my case. If you need more, blame that ol’ Yes It Is Too An Entity, Hollywood, for showing us every baddie who the hero/victim was foolish enough to trust—if the hero wasn’t so box office-amazing, the Evil Genius wins. In The Long Ago, an anarchist friend, was rejective of the Roadrunner-Coyote cartoons, “because the genius always loses”. The eternal humiliation of Wile E. Coyote, then, was either a 180 on logic, or a degrading of those who actually think. And you’re frowning and grumbling, “but that’s a cartoon, it’s Not Real, things don’t actually fall that way!” Hey. You’re right. The genius who is out to get us, would succeed, because they “know”, and know how. And they aren’t going to goof. But, this is not WATCHMEN. Adrian Veidt as local or pinnacle of power, requires that 80’s “throw me (the MacGuffin I personally want), or we’ll all die!” And happy ending or sad, we know the next thousand frames. Arguments against this, all are rooted in “no one wants to feel bad, having to believe Others are”. That’s how we got government in the first place, how it got away with all it did and took. I keep hearing how “The People” are fed up with it, how frightened The Powers, are...I’ve heard that wheeze, since Abbie Hoffman. And Chomsky’s 398, and still breathfarting this, but all I see is the same world which is full of creatures who have to get up and eat. A voice 47% think of with homicidal anger, wanting to add any drudgery to Lenny Bruce’s “eat, sleep and crap”, is not going to get the devotion of the Hebrews crying to Moses, backed against the Red Sea. Until things are at that point, of course. Maher is bang-on, when he says, “people want magic”. Uh-huh! We sure do! And we aren’t going to receive it. Bet me, nonfriend. I’ll give you twice better than Vegas odds. And a field goal.
    It really doesn’t matter a tinker’s damn, if our world is dying, faster and faster each day (I personally believe yes, it is). If I don’t like you, don’t trust you, find your POV/worldview/Gestalt/quintessence sickmaking—if only You, the individual who is slyly converting!...then, let us die. I say that, more aware each day, that I’m genuinely about done, and Not Wanting To Be. Self and its holiness and what your IT knows, is greater than anything in all the world. Greater than any greater good. And if suddenly 40 years younger via a miracle unexplained, I would fight all the harder, and pray as though zealot at the Wailing Wall, for the darkness and death to shag its ass. That which is wrong, needs to stay out of my face. With the WWW, that is now impossible, and I live as a hermit, have since Clinton, so this is horse’s mouth-stuff. I cannot escape the cacophony. Nor can you. Thus, it needs to go away. Be erased from existence...but, not like that. Not with black uniforms involved, no barbed wire. The Problem is Man. That would be all of us, the sole ground upon which we meet, with no one’s solution anything but mystery meat and taint. Hence, we solve the problem by eliminating The Enemy. Like Karloff, as The Monster in tears, pulling the lever. Mutually Assured Destruction.
    If I wake up tomorrow after a lightning storm or radiation explosion overhead, having drunk bitter, odd-tasting water or repeated runic words on a blog, backwards, and I realize I am 17 and have all life before me with every second chance and possibility...this column remains Truth known as absorbed, and you don’t wanta know, the inexhaustible energy I’d have. Like Puck of Real World infamy cautioned the housemates, “You’ve been gettin’ a ‘2’!” on the scale of CEE. For this beauty dreamed of, is fool’s gold, because suddenly having all hope, Now, would be like anyone, Ever, winning the Lottery. Nothing has changed, but for your riches. Everyone else, everything else, is exactly as it was, yesterday. It doesn’t matter those I love, those I want to protect, or those I want to throttle, whether brethren or UFC rivals, birds of a feather or demons in skin suits. Pure of heart as you believe yourself, or those I affirm as many did Buscaglia, in The Day. You’re the problem. You’ve gotta go away. A whole lotta someones, do.
    As went the barfly litany in days of “Us, or the Communists”, God’s gonna sort us out. Indeed, yes! After clearing the decks. That’d be God as The Holy Bomb, in the one Planet of the Apes movie I really, truly dug. Like imitating Nicholson, everyone can bellow a couple of Heston quotes from the first movie. No one likely recalls his last words as Taylor, at the end of the 2nd. ‘Tube it, ‘flix it, nonfriends, find it however you can. Don’t waste time on anything else. Don’t waste time at all. Specifically, don’t waste your breath trying to talk to people, or say good things to them to get good things from them. You’re lying, and everyone knows it. And even if you’re not, all the Forrest Gump chocolates and sweet nothings, won’t sway I Don’t Like You. I know B.F. Skinner swore that shit works, but B.F. Skinner was a control freak.

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