Words are power, they are passion, they are consciousness made manifest. When we distort words, torture words out of all meaning and sense, use them to replace truth with innuendo or out and out fabrications we betray their power and forfeit our own.
We live in a world where it is better to lie, better to falsify reality then it is to tell the truth. Accordingly, it is all right to engage in racism but not to name a racist. It is fine to build illegal settlements on the land of another people, or standby and watch while this goes on, but it is not fine to call the process an occupation. Thus, when President Obama expresses his anger at Bibi Netanyahu for collaborating with his political enemies, perhaps spying on high level negotiations and then relaying his ill gotten information to those enemies in a joint session of Congress – not to mention overturning decades of peace talks between his country and the one he is invading while using hate speech to get reelected – the poster child of obsolesces in public office, John McCain, accuses the president of having a tantrum. Owing to the fact that Senator McCain has been having one of the longest tantrums in history since he beat himself in 2008 using Palin as the whip, this accusation aimed at Obama is not only dishonest, it is despicable.
The above represents just one day’s virulent, disease like propagation of bullshit by both the media and the political class. The thing that is so incredibly interesting about these self promoting showboats is that they seem to hardly know that we are out here. Our interests are meaningful only in as much as they support elections, reelections or corporate media ratings/revenues. Their interactive and grotesque theater of the absurd plays on irrespective of our reality. Indeed, in this 24/7-all-“news”-all-the-time circle-jerk it is repeatedly suggested that if there is anyone out here we certainly don’t see what we see, hear what we hear, feel what we feel and know what we know.
The most dramatic and pernicious result of this insanity is a pervasive and persistent sense of nihilism. I hear it everywhere – nothing we can do; nothing we can change; we are fucked, shit out of luck and without hope. If you don’t have the money to play the game, the game plays on without you; or as National Lampoon once said, “You are a fluke of the Universe. You have no right to be here and whether you can hear it or not the Universe is laughing behind your back.”
It is my belief, and it is counterintuitive I realize but it takes more effort to give in then ever it did to fight back. Consider who benefits from all of this. Consider what is really at stake – our voice, our soul, even our quality of life. To all the nihilists who have given up, given over and lost a sense of your own power I say, snap out of it. They only win when we agree to lose.