Ensuing War

Luckily last night when I was surfing through Direct TV's plethora of useless channels, I happened upon "Fosse."  I don't remember which network on which it was, but I was delighted to watch any television programming that uses art as a subject.  I was familiar with Bob Fosse.  I remembered he created "Jazz Hands."  He was a prominent Broadway choreographer.  Sometimes I get him confused with Bob Mackie.  While working for the cruise lines I had to play music for Sweet Charity, Cabaret, and other popular Broadway musicals.  Since then I have developed a deeper interest in dance.  Be careful not to tell anyone this, because where I live only the United States military is important.  They are omni-important, because their dollars support most of the community of Fayetteville.  Fayettevillians have been thriving from spent military dollars since the inception of Fort Bragg.  If those military dollars evaporate into the midst of Desert Storm, many businesses will fail.  It is a bit of a drag that a city derives its soul from the practice of war.  When I moved to Columbus, Ohio after several years I realized the difference.  In Columbus there was no war!  There was no mention of war or impending war.  The city functioned well with no military activity whatsoever.  It was glorious.  Instead art was prevalent.  Don't get me wrong.  There is art in Fayettenam.  There is a die hard artistic community which thrives despite Fort Bragg.  Perhaps others more easily can ignore the ramifications of the practice of war.  I cannot.  I, in my personal consciousness, do not want to entertain the thought of war at any time, and yet I do.  I dream lucid dreams of living during war.  I wake to scenarios having to save myself from demise of all kinds.  I solve complex situations living during war perhaps purely as visceral stimulation to my intellect-starved brain.  Certainly television offers no visionary or artistic content.  "Fosse" is an abnormality, or we have the wrong service provider.  Perhaps "On Demand" or streaming is the wave of the future for the viewing of content.  Both my mother and I are from the old school.  We don't want to spend time programming our own prime time line up, not that we watch television during prime time anyway.  I don't.  Why would I?  I used to enjoy late night television until its content evaporated.  When Letterman, Craig Ferguson and Kilborn disappeared from late night TV, its fate was sealed.  Now we have nothing more than insulting, insipid, insidious uncle Tomming.  The changes in American culture are stark, drastic, and real.  We have regressed as a nation in every way possible.  We have become a culture of trash, white trash, trailer trash, and LGBT trash.  We seek nothing other than to satisfy our own selfish desires mistakenly represented as progress.  "Uh, I look in the mirror, and I don't know what sex I am."  How is your day going to end up?  With the myriad of problems facing humanity, this is one of them.  I have to reinforce my innate sexuality rather than having it reciprocated in society.  How is it that God's plan, God's creations have been so drastically altered?  We, mere humans, feel we have the knowledge and power to act as our on God?  It is a shite state of affairs.  I don't want ever to think about war, and yet I am prepared.  Subconsciously my brain receives stimulation from the military industrial complex, and instead of creating art I try to figure out how to survive in war torn America.  It is coming.