Oh forget all that, it’s all the same.
I often hear this summmation ring from the intentionally ill informed, news wise that is. It’s all the same. These people aren’t interesting. Who wants to spend their time getting depressed?
Corruption/cronyism/nepotism/abuse of power.
The reason it’s all the same has less to do with the perpertrators than the electorate. The jibe is of course aimed at the repetitive, reworked nature of our upper echelon’s failures. These democratically elected failures. Carlin’s words ring out again, “maybe it’s the public that sucks.” They were chosen from amongst us after all.
Is it impossible that the repeat nature of corruption might have something to do with us? That doing nothing and being unhappy are more congruent than we’d like to admit.
We need to understand the connection between loving people and taking an interest in our countries political landscape. We also need to see our inaction soberly. (Yes, I use ‘we’ too often.)
For some reason we allow the enitre nature of the transaction to warp when funneled through middle class mouths.
Loving people and taking an interest in politics are the same things. Looked at through the right kind of eyes, the act itself can be felt as one of love.
Love isn’t easy, it’s not always entertaining, it smacks of sacrifice.
See, the money pissed away by the bent business pigs parading as politicos is meant for the poor.
Even ‘the poor’ seems like a silly & aloof term. They’re our poor, our fellow citizens. The people we brush up against every day. The traffic lights we nervously linger at, populated by this sub culture of the disaffected, are our people.
But the borders are set aren’t they. My bank account, my car door, my walls- this our becomes a vague thing.
Counter culture grit, alternative cogitation, underground sentiment, anarchic agitation- these are words handed to us by a context long gone. Even Gonzo feels awkward in this new world. It was a response to its day, a stylistic extention of a time gone. A taste evolved.
Our time calls for something different.
When it comes to aspiring to agitation. To finding a rebellious affair to solicit that age old experience of chaos stirring, we need to be conscious of our immediate surrounds.
Mine, which might not be yours, is the great middle class insulator. I don’t burn with anger, constantly in tune with the yogi’s prescriptions of detached bliss. The grand hipster ideal, art for its own sake, bending the corporate world’s cash flow to float meaninglessness.
That is our great challenge. How to remain interesting, unique and individualistic. How not to sell out. Ego driven dribble.
News junkie activism is seen as an old man’s sport. To occupy the bizarrely privileged real estate of the edge requires thought, an inner Bob Black type aggressive application.
Here’s my question, what does the counter culture look like? I think it’s a sober, hard line rebelliousness unfettered by the anethetised drunk wanky accumulation of material possessions. I think it’s about following the right people.
The important national discourse cannot be ignored for reasons of comfort. We need an administration that doesn’t steal, we need a knowing application of our truly enormous education budget. If ignoring the scope and relevance of these ideas leaves you unentertained, well, wait until the ignored’s understanding of entertainment germinates action. The apathetic have everything to lose.
The two fold agitator’s obsession, the chasis of our rage should have contempt for kak leadership and tireless fury for shitty education at its center.
So who are these right people to follow? Jesters, raging opinionistas, bomb makers- the internet is a beauteous place. Curate a faculty of your own, make a list. Spread their commentary, their jokes, their anger.
Let’s get on the same page.
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