I've read several articles suggesting that the
Aquarian Revolution ran into a cul de sac, and
with nowhere to go, turned in on itself in a
nihilistic self-loathing. Revolution without a
cause, if you will.
But I think we're missing the subliminal emotional
substrata of our times.
To me, it feels like we went from a time of
national cynical self-interest and comfort--you
know, Nelson Mandela is free and the USSR is over,
so Dr. Strangelove has faded a bit, and now
Clinton in charge, he's okay, a bit of a lech, but
okay, nice saxophone, and yay!, the stock market
is booming, too bad about national health care,
and there's really not that much news worth our
attention, that Newt guy is sort of annoying you
know, and I wish they'd stop harping about Monica,
it's fun time!, but there's not much news, oh
maybe we can worry about the Y2K bug, ah that was
nothing, but where is Chandra Levy and I bet that
Condit guy had her killed, and
BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!
BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!
People are jumping 1,000 feet to their death from
flaming superskycrapers collapsing! The Pentagon
was hit! A crater in a PA field! Osama who?
Afghanistan-ahuh? Where's my money?! Where's my
job?! Where my right to relax, to have privacy, to
feel unregimented, to not compulsively look at the
news!!!??? WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SLACK? Now it's
war and Northern Alliance and Talibanana Splitting
back to Pakistanapanama. You mean I have to work
as a temp? With no damn health care and work as a
temp!! Iraq is coming and Iraq is coming and Iraq
is coming and Iraq is coming and NOW WE"RE IN IRAQ
and will they use the WMDs? What WMDs? And they're
not greeting us and the world hates us and how the
hell am I going to pay my credit card bill???? And
a bomb kills a soldier who hasn't seen two decades
of life and a bomb kills a soldier who hasn't seen
two decades of life and a bomb kills a soldier who
hasn't seen two decades of life and a bomb kills a
soldier who hasn't seen two decades of life and a
bomb kills a soldier who hasn't seen two decades
of life and a bomb kills a soldier who hasn't seen
two decades of life and a bomb kills a soldier who
hasn't seen two decades of life and a bomb kills a
soldier who hasn't seen two decades of life and a
bomb kills a soldier who hasn't seen two decades
of life and a bomb kills a soldier who hasn't seen
two decades of life and a bomb kills a soldier who
hasn't seen two decades of life and a bomb kills a
soldier who hasn't seen two decades of life and a
bomb kills a soldier who hasn't seen two decades
of life and a bomb kills a soldier who hasn't seen
two decades of life and a bomb kills a soldier who
hasn't seen two decades of life and a bomb kills a
soldier who hasn't seen two decades of life and a
bomb kills a soldier who hasn't seen two decades
of life and a bomb kills a soldier who hasn't seen
two decades of life and a bomb kills a soldier who
hasn't seen two decades of life and a bomb kills a
soldier who hasn't seen two decades of life and a
bomb kills a soldier who hasn't seen two decades
of life and a bomb kills a soldier who hasn't seen
two decades of life and a bomb kills a soldier who
hasn't seen two decades of life and they blow up
some golden nippled building where they sit on
carpets and chant and take themselves way too
seriously, and hey wait! So do I.
That emotional background.
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