When Monsters become Real
It appears that our politicians have been sworn to defend the country while leaving us peasants to defend ourselves. Its up to us, citizens, to do what's best for us and let our elected officials do what's best for them. We pay them what they vote their pay should be. They make decisions that's best for themselves. What a deal! Why should we not do the same for ourselves..?
Has our system of democracy been so reduced from reality that our collective 'we the people' no longer understand who or what this 'we' really is?
We cower and whisper to each other that the gas prices will continue to rise as if we somehow enjoy this beating we're getting. We fear to revolt in any way. We fear to speak out for ourselves, our plight, the elimination of our once treasured middle class. It doesn't make squat difference any more... we just submit to political/corporate rule. We're helpless and scared. Nobody to turn to but ourselves and who is left to listen and care?
We're quickly reaching the point where we will have to resort to doing something about our condition... either that or become more robotic in our endeavors to live lives that are in accordance to the corporate mindset - do what I ask of you and you will be fed and sheltered. What more could we ask???
We've been warned. We are reluctant to take heed to the message. But in our collective hearts we know... we know we have to submit to this New World in the making. It's big. It's powerful. It's mind-numbing. We can't protect ourselves any longer as free and liberty-touting individuals. The time has come where political ideals of Constitutional Rights must be shoved aside for this New World to take the Right-of-Way... so persuasive it has become that the collective 'we' has been reduced to 'weeds', useless suckers taking up space, fuel, water in this New World Garden that appears to be expanding before us so fast and so encompassing that we are blinded by its growth.
How can we slow this giant down? Or can we..? It seems 'we the people' are just tools for this Machine and either help oil it parts or we are simply replaced by someone more effcient. 'We' matter little to this larger force that is in power. Our once treasured dreams of 'liberty and justice for all' is only that - a long ago dream gathering dust from the storm of today's reality - a political/corporate superpower that has no sense of national identity, no flag to be covered by... only product.
So busy we've become, we have no respite from the inevitable. We swallow corporate pills, we consume corporate food, we transport ourselves in corporate machinery, fueled by corporate oil. We are in corporate debt. We are mortgaged to the hilt by corporate banks. We survive off corporate plastic cards. If corporate wishes, we serve the corporation no matter our family wishes, no matter our family needs.
Our human civilization uses this corporate monster... there are few that are free from its tentacles and even those that are, are so remote from this New World as to be considered alien. Nomadic tribes in remote parts of the world that the Corporate Monster has not yet seen use for... but the time will come. The Monster is hungry. The Monster is needy. It will swallow the earth for its satisfaction to be what it wants to become - dominate, wholly and complete... god like. It's so close now... we can hear its breathing and belching, we can feel the flames of its greed lashing out. We can only cower in our little corners of pretend safety and eat more drugs, drink more intoxicants to alleviate our stress, our worries, our futures.
Our dreams are our private safety nets... dreams that become full-color televised images: if only 'we' could become rich and powerful! If only 'we' could hit the lottery. If only 'we' could be promoted to CEO. If only 'we' could become successful, then we wouldn't have to worry any more. That's all it takes! Simply become successful and all our worries will be over.
'We' dream those dreams. 'We' salivate at the thought of financial security where we can buy off any problem that bothers us. Gawd! It'd be so fucking easy!! Just like those other 'rich folks'... all our nightmare would be over is only we were successful.
But who amongst us can truly be called successful by current definitions? If all of 'we' were successful, who would do the dirty work... the little jobs... the shit work? The immigrants children won't do what their parents did to survive. Eventually there will be nobody left for the crap work except the prison population... and can they be trusted? The Corporate Monster doesn't worry about those things... it can swallow it all and be satisfied. It's the 'we' that is left to worry about those things.
"We, we, we... all the way home," cried the little piggies, one, two, three. 'We' are the little piggies busy scuffling for roots, thru the garbage of society, and (most carefully) in the Garden of the New World to keep us going... but going where is still an unknown. It's only a journey to get some where... but to get to our dreams...? A nightmarish journey that few can survive under the watchful, ever-seeing corporate eye.
Cecil
23 April 2006
