Facebook, Notes in High School

I admit I am a fan of Facebook.  I log into the social networking program daily to try to stay abreast of things.  Often I am disappointed.  I have narrowed my newsfeed to contain only remnants of posts from my Friends.  There was not much worth reading.  That which I did read merely was distracting to my life as is most of what I deal with daily.  Life is a distraction, at least life in America today.  That is why I created this blog entitled "The Conditions of America."  It is a forum where I can vent my frustrations with life in America.  During this Christmas season it has become clear to me how America has changed.  America readily has succumbed to what must be the lowest cultural standards in our history.  When I try to think of any cultural activities that might inspire my day nothing comes to mind except logging into Facebook.  That instinct is a crutch for what used to be cultural practices.  It is easy.  It is an addiction, because it is easier than almost any other thing I can think of to do.  Occasionally it provides me a tangible emotional reward.  Usually that is late at night when the rest of the world slumbers.  I see it for what it is, a means of communication.  To America Facebook has become the Great American Songbook without the songs.  We rely upon it, it is part of our lives, and it is difficult to give up.  Never have I seen an entire nation, formally the world's superpower, abandon its culture heritage entirely for a small social networking application found on a computer via the internet.  Quintessentially Facebook could be considered the biggest ruse in American history.  Of all the things I would want to hear people speak about, it is not, "Like us on Facebook."  The news reporting industry, formerly a respectable and integral component of American life, now asks their viewers to, "Like us on Facebook."  No one is benefitting from this except Facebook.  When I try to think back about all of the exciting things that used to occur in America, nothing comes to mind.  David Lynch's iconic film "Wild at Heart" was on television last night, and it reinforced how much America has changed since the death of Elvis Presley.  It is startling now in America how quickly iconic figures are forgotten upon their deaths.  Consequently their influences seem to be wiped from our hard drives with nary a thought.  This is not good.  This has not been good for jazz music, as most of its original purveyors have died and are forgotten.  What can this say about America?  We shovel dirt upon the graves readily of those Americans who die with no thought to their influences or achievements.  What entity is it whose responsibility it is to curate America's culture?  Radio.  Radio is dead, just as music is dead.  America is a pale shadow of her former self sucking on the tit of Facebook each day instead of savoring our historical culture or trying to pioneer new culture.  Facebook is an empty drug but a potent one.  I am not sure if its reward is quite as good as heroin.   When jazz musicians took drugs, it was to aid the process of expression and creativity inherent in music-making.   Drugs were used as an avenue to higher art.  What does Facebook give us?