Okay, this war has triggered some real disappointment in my soul. Not because it happened–A three year old could see that coming. What bugs me is the politicization of the war and how it reflects on the crumbling state of intra-American discourse. Sheep. We are largely sheep. Sheeple. Too many dogs leading part of the flock in one direction while the rest split to the wind with no real leadership. Scary times.
Scary people.
I’ve been thinking about a type. A type typically defined as being racist. These are the Americans stuck in the distant shadow of wars a type cast in the 80s by American flags rock bands and trans ams. Another type cast in the 10’s of Big trucks, bald heads, and long beards carved out of the image of Gulf War special forces. They are in fact the same type but entirely reflective of a highly sanitized memory of a time and what was cool about that time projected forward into a mashup of that and what works in the present social structure as cool and what works works to forward a dominant political ideology based on a unconsciously submissive working class. What is it going to look like in 20 years? Not sure. Not sure at all.