Puddles of Piss....

The current presidential campaign is nothing but a parody. When I turn on the television set, inappropriately our most convenient avenue of media awareness, I see a caricature of a presidential campaign. I see a soulless face with shark-dead eyes and horse teeth, and I see a Disney character that should be in the Jungle Book. That is just what I see. My mind, like is necessary on a daily basis in America, is responsible for filling in the gaps. The reality with which we are faced daily is too severe to fathom with our senses and our emotions. With the ruining of our environment the quality of life humans once were guaranteed upon waking has been replaced with neurosis. We no longer are afforded the pleasure of indulging our senses to live. The once important sensory sensations that defined the decade of the l980’s have been robbed in lieu of product. The entire country of America has become Columbus, Ohio and we like lab rats have become nothing but pawns of a corrupt government and a greedy private sector. The epic romance that defined the decade of the l980’s defies any intelligible interpretation from the youth of this generation, because they have not experienced that extreme pleasure. Define our culture with fashion? With music? With love? Jihad has taken this picture perfect depiction away with the planning of one major event, 9/11. Maybe it was time America grew up. Grunge musicians began screaming about the loss of our quality of life in the early l990’s. Did anyone of power really listen to Kurt Cobain before he killed himself with a shotgun? Has anyone taken the time to understand what the Grunge or Indie Rock movement stood for and about what they were concerned? Like the current media conspiracy that with stealth has bought our traditional media outlets and replaced them with a campaign of fear and intimidation, the message of these tormented youth was brushed under the rug by the groundwork laid by Tipper Gore. Ronald Reagan was responsible for eliminating anti-mainstream protest in the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco. AIDS did the rest by stymieing a brief period of homosexual revolution. Now “Pop Up Video,” once a television device that used to amuse us with the overindulgent antics of Rock ‘n’ Rollers from the l980's attempts to frighten us with its right wing, Christian Coalition-type, conservative morality. Almost every traditional avenue of our American entertainment has become a camp ground for fear-invoking indoctrination. Are the American people buying it? Are people watching this low brow filth on television? It is hard not to watch what has been such a standing tradition in Americana, yet we can’t. If we do and systematically do not disengage our instincts, our senses, and our emotions, we will self destruct. The images are so stark, so bleak, and so barren there is nothing left in America to fill the cavernous void of life. If you are not in love then good luck, because the playground with which we are left is nothing but a toxic waste dump. It seems appropriate in the last years of earthy existence we are reduced to dodging puddles of piss.