Another
year passes, but not with great anticipation for improvement as I have mostly
hoped for before.
Some
years are more hopeful than others, but many are simply an education on the
futility of the world, and our inability to learn from our mistakes.
Madness,
according to Einstein, is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a
different result.
We are a
mad race, and one quick to abandon rules we cannot live up to, and so therefore
believe should not exist.
I live
in a bubble in some ways because our world is marching towards an apocalypse of
our own making, and we are too stupid to even see it coming, let alone stop it,
or pretend that we do enough – such as becoming paperless in favor of renewable
energy, when in truth paper is renewable, and the devices most of us walk
around with as if we are the walking dead come from resources in places we need
to spill blood to get, and which cannot be regenerated, and behind us, we leave
a landscape of electronic ruin so poisonous that our grandchildren will likely
be born with three heads.
We have
in some ways reverted to the misconceptions of the 1950s in which bigger is
better, and I live in a city where I will eventually be driven out by this
passion for hugeness I cannot possibly afford or would enjoy, although
generations after me will see as normal.
This is
the year when anti-racism became fashionable again – after decades of
privileged whites hunkered down in suburbia with police to keep their borders
safe. The righteous new breed of liberal found nothing wrong with invading a
basketball team owners home to undercover his racism – aka any NSA or CIA
operation – but then switched sides after cops killed black men in several high
profile cases and found the cops under attack. For the generation of kids
returning to the city streets bad laws and racist police practices helped make
safe, picking a side was difficult.
Of
course, that jerk Patrick Lynch screamed bloody murder when a New York City mayor
pointed out how unsafe it is for people of color to walk the streets, while
Lynch and his ilk protected bad cops who did the killings in the first place.
The
so-called feminist movement managed finally to bring down Bill Cosby, adding
yet more confusion over the race issue. This feeding frenzy is part of a larger
anti-male backlash by largely hypocritical women who played with fire when they
were younger in a strange daredevil game, in which they got their cheap thrills
by hooking up with bad boys and then came to realize bad boys really are bad
boys, and then started hating all men, good or bad. And in the process of
liberation, morality and common sense have been abandoned for privilege.
Cosby,
whose alleged sins clearly crossed all lines of morality, became a symbol of
feminine power to strike back in a war as old as humanity itself and which will
never end – partly because modern feminists buy into the media idea of beauty
and attraction, and do not understand the basic wisdom that comes with not waving
a red flag in front of a raging bull.
This is
also the year when gender itself because a muddled mess, and going to a public
toilet leads to some very confusing chamber mates. Gay liberation has been
trying to mainstream gay life ever since Stonewall, but success is fraught with
peril, and what transpires from here on end will be an endless confusion of
political correctness, even the most politically correct will find as a
minefield.
An old
professor once told me that it is unwise to tear down an establishment – no
matter how imperfect – before you know what you will replace it with.
We have
no idea. We just tear down walls as if they are all like the one that once
stood in Berlin
New
Years each year is always one step closer to that to me and so the best New
Year’s resolution for me is to hope that someone somewhere knows what they are
doing, when in fact, I know they don’t.
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