Turn Off the Boob Toob

Once upon a time there was this thing called "The American Dream."  Back in the day it was a tangible entity, because Communist and thus fascist oppression were real.  Adolph Hitler's genocide against the Jewish faith was a stark reminder that there are those who wish to kill us.  Get up every day and someone hates your for whatever explicable reason.  Call it evil.  Call it the devil.  Whatever.  The days of this "American Dream" are defunct.  America has succumbed to the same ills as every other country that came before her.  It is inevitable.  Corruption for money seems to be the root evil of man.  As I wrote previously that is the easy route.  Raping, pillaging, domineering, and conquering are the easy tasks.  It is a simple pattern of get for one's self and then enjoy the fruits of your labor.  Necessarily this must be based upon the human vessel, because what you acquire and thus consume and enjoy are human attributes.  Whether it is food, drink, or sex these enjoyments are incumbent upon the senses of the human organism.  If you live in an ivory tower, a Trump mansion, or a king's castle possibly you may be exempt from the brutal reality of the demise of the planet earth.  You can pay for your environment the way affluent Americans once did on the gulf coast of Houston, on Long Island, or elsewhere.  The effects of corporate pollution have become so dire, that it is becoming difficult to block out pathogens.  In an eerily similar scenario to literary depictions,  the pandemic of Covid 19 is predicating the type of lifestyle seen in these predictions.  In Logan's Run society lives in a bubble.  In many science fiction films the future existence of the human race is living in a contained bubble with a controlled environment.  Isn't this what is desired, the controlling of the human species by eliminating God's support system and making us dependent upon the have's to provide for us?  It began years ago with the bottling of drinking water.  When did our tap water become so poisoned that it is unsafe in which to bath and to drink.  Ask Pepsico.  With the bottling of water came the mass production of polyester plastic bottles which are consuming the earth.  The lineage all ready is in place for the eventual extinction of the human race.  It just is a matter of time.  With such things a priority in our daily survival, this "American Dream" necessarily takes a back seat.  How can art be considered meaningful when the brutality of life stares you in the face each day you wake?  As I sit here this early afternoon I found the reason for my sadness is not so much that I am lonely.  It is because that this "American Dream" is no longer.  The reality is no one ever is going to help you achieve anything.  Without using the cliche metaphor of "sour grapes," which I have learned to synthesize, isn't it sad that achievement, that artistry, and the necessary evolution of human consciousness and enlightenment is seen as the enemy?  Hitler saw jazz music as music of the devil, because it empowers the individuality of the human vessel.  The autonomous, independent, and self-actualizing vessel of the human being is the greatest threat to evil.  Only the human mind is capable of saving the earth and the human race.  There are no super computers, no machines, or robots who can save the earth.  In most depictions in science fiction plots, cyborg entities which merge with the human vessels end up self destructing.  If the history of man is perused, easily it can be seen that man has a propensity for the same self destruction.  What could be the motivation?  The answer is the game of war, the sheer activity of rape, pillage, domination, and acquirement is more fun than anything else available to the human being.  Let me rephrase.  It is the simplest choice for human existence.  It is why Donald Trump does what he does.  He is not capable of understanding anything more complex, spiritual, intellectual, philosophical, or scientific to make human live worth living.  It only could be about acquiring.  That is the simple choice, and that is what zealot capitalists mostly who support Trump do.  They care not whence the pay off comes, and ironically the majority of it comes from Uncle Sam.  The same zealots who scream, "Socialism" are the ones responsible for the death of our "American Dream."  This American Dream necessarily embodies spirituality, because when a body of people are faced with genocide the idea of God becomes important.  Who else is capable of saving the human race from human iniquity?  God is the only answer, and also God is the answer for whom is capable of condemning  heathens to eternal hellfire.  In this life as we fight the evil of Donald Trump each day as a metaphor for the devil, we should remember that while our suffering seems great, those of us who accept Jesus Christ as our savior will be transplanted from this earth to a new existence, while those who do not will be left to battle it out on the scorched earth.  It is a brutal and true prophesy in the Book of Revelations.  With all of that being said the sadness of American achievement being quashed by evil is deep and disturbing.  When the understanding that no one ever will help you in any way with your goals, your future achievements, and your visions of artistic excellence, truly this is a disappointment.  All of the advice about mustering your own will and changing the dynamic of America on your own.  Who could accomplish such a thing, a sole vessel unto one's self tasked with daily survival in the midst of such grievous odds?  It could be said that true artistic achievements often are created in response to great adversity.  They are the human solutions to human problems.  Blues was an antidote for the oppression of segregation.  It was necessary.  Today when the human vessel has become so taxed, so overstimulated, and so taken for granted, one only has to watch television to see the effects.  Human being no longer are able to formulate any far reaching ideas.  We are like insects frying in a vat of super heated gas created by corporate America to fill the pockets of the controlling oligarchical contingency.  These people exist in temperature-controlled penthouses shielded from the brutal effects of a deteriorating atmosphere and held in high esteem solely because of their monetary influences.  Mitch McConnell comes to mind.  I see no bigger traitor to the American ideal than him.  In any other science fiction novel this cast of characters necessarily would have been assassinated to assure the longevity of our Republic.  In what horrible fantasy are we living?   The  answer is the erroneous election of the most incapable American president in history.  Not only he is incapable of leading the American people, their submission, subservience, and obedience is what tweaks his ego.  He understands nothing more than that like a bite of cheese for an unthinking mouse.