Strange agendas, errant egos vying for dominance, a manipulation of human interests as opposed to an honest investigation of reality. The only way this business continues is by pure imitation. Ironic, given our proud, puffing proclamations of innovation and leadership.
We hemorrhage out money through inefficient processes as our moronic president loudly dismisses his workers as morons.
Strange, to imagine these insane ecosystems littered across the country, producing our wealth. In this light, The Office stands as a startlingly accurate portrait of the American office, though we can laugh along with it thanks to its incredible sense of humanity...something we can't do with a realistic assessment of a real office.
Ah, and this is that wonderful freedom we've been talking about! Yes, I'm free to leave any time, though no one is hiring. I can do whatever I want, though the only way to make a living is to subscribe to a system that I loathe. I could go where I want, though thanks to urban sprawl, I need a car and a lot of gasoline! As if I had a better idea of how to run things! "You try and build a civilization," someone could snap at me.
Maybe I am out of line, spewing judgements from a position of privilege. I enjoy all of the comforts of the civilization that I routinely disparage. I could be out in a jungle somewhere, fending for my life while fearing disease and disaster. But living all my life in modest comfort maybe it is my function to put some pressure on the brakes, along with a legion of peers and predecessors. I'm along for the ride in this modern, air conditioned vehicle of ours, but its gone wildly off course, so I and many others believe.
Am I lazy? Ungrateful? Would I mind working a farm? If it meant survival, I don't think I would. They call it honest labor because it directly produces results that you can assess. But the work I do, the ends I work towards, I no longer know what it means. I don't know where we are going.
This society is full of overworked pretensions. Old ideas echoing, dispersing, until they are all but gone.
I watched a couple of George Carlin specials tonight. I realized I love this man. Though he was absolutely nuts. He spent hours in agitation, pacing the stage in a hunched posture, spitting and yelling at a laughing audience that was implicated in most of his admonitions. His critiques were bitterly negative and violent, but in his violent rejection of this gluttonous system of ours, he revealed exactly what he wanted with great passion: something simply different.
When I see these glimpses of passion, I want it categorically spread through all of the land. Unfortunately in this time, thoughts like his rapidly gain ground in the people that already know what's going on and then disperse past that.
Oh well, to freedom, or at least the illusion of it. More on that later.
