The hundred scandals rocking our nation's capital remind me of
the Shakespearean play within a play.
While we the people sit out here trying to survive as off cast, out cast,
unfairly cast in the swelling role of the discarded poor that is so aptly
represent by Falstaff, Henry V’s rejected comrade, quite another performance
goes on in our midst. One that has
nothing to do with us and never has had.
The pseudo aristocrats and self promoting parasites in the
political class are play to the scribbling, squawking sob-sisters in the media
class. Thus, does Darrell Issa and his
flying monkeys, on both sides of the isle, play to the platoon of look-alike drones
that populate the intellectual tenement that is the Fourth Estate. Accordingly, the drones play back with quasi
reporting, endless speculation, sorting, shifting and subverting the facts to
their own partisan bias with, as Raymond Chandler said, “all the charm of a cop
beating up a drunk.”
For every Rachel Maddow and Ed Shultz, MSNBC, or Greta Van Susteren and Mike Wallace – believe it or not Fox News –
or Ezra Klein and David Frum, print media, there are a hundred Hannitys and a
thousand gorgeous people with fair and balanced lip gloss or
kinda-sorta-milk-and-toast Liberal leanings.
Then there are the Limbaughs and the Coulters who I suspect would cross-dress,
sing the Russian National Anthem on the steps of the Capital, while avowing
their commitment to atheism, the Muslim Brotherhood and sugar free drinks if it
earned them $1,000,000 more a year without a single penny on their income tax. Leave us not forget that paragon of paranoia,
that poster child for untreated mental illness, Mr. Alex Jones. He seemingly believes that President Obama is
an alien from Jupiter who came to earth and became a Muslim, joined the Socialist
Party and is staging mass shootings and tornados for some dastardly reason known
only to him, the Socialists, the Muslims and the Intergalactic Army of Occupation. Goddess help us all, there are people who
actual agree with this cretin.
It is a fact that many people’s relationship with these bloody politicians
and faux journalists, two camps of twits and tarnished heroes, can be best summed
up by paraphrasing an old canard. We the
unwilling, lead by the unknowing, are accepting the impossible from the despicable. We have been tolerating so much for so long and
so blindly, that we are now absolutely acquiescing to almost anything.
I am thoroughly convinced that, as I have said before and will
say again, the pimps have taken over the world; corporations are king. Right is wrong and wrong is right. Night is day and day is night. Wall Street bloodsuckers are our benefactors
because Jesus saves, but Cash is God. Mediocrity
is the new gold standard and excellence the evil of the land. Smart is sacrilege and stupid the ultimate act
of religious devotion. It is all fucked
up, Alice. We are on the other side of
the looking glass and lead to it by our willful obsession with the cult of
celebrity, experts and the many other harbingers of the deceit of the day.
It is a dangerous world we live in not because it is violent, it
is that, but because it is thoughtless.
It is an ugly world we live in, not because it is cruel, it is that, but
because it is careless. It is an uneasy
peace that we maintain between our rights and our responsibilities. It is a perilous course we walk when we accept
money as our supreme good and refuse to understand our own fallibility. We have paid a heavy price for admission to
these hideous plays with our coin, our patronage, our unquestioning allegiances,
blind following and in many cases abject refusal to accept the inevitability of
change. I fear, in my pessimism and insistence
upon free thinking, that not even the Bard could stop our looming tragedies
from ending catastrophically.
