Elitism…

This is a unique element of human nature that just won’t go away on its own. The Communists tried controlling it with brutal totalitarianism but they just became elitist Communists. The Christians tried with psalms of humbleness and forgiveness but guess what, we have oodles of elitist Christians. Some people are just plain better than others. Just ask them. Some people’s shit doesn’t stink. They’ll remind you of that using several social leverage mechanisms… hype, money, cult of personality, etc. Being a legend in one’s own mind and successfully projecting it to one’s own advantage is the epitome of true celebratory success in this culture. With it comes fame and money. Without it comes the realization pure talent is irrelevant. We all strive for this elevation. We all worship those that reach this pinnacle, so much so, that we are willing to dismiss the probability for the sake of the possibility when defining our economic and social policies. We more than likely will never hit the lottery, but we damn well have the right to spend the rent money buying the tickets just in case we do. Thus capitalism in it’s many guises hangs on until violence removes it, an endless cycle. I guess I’ll keep working with my hands and hope I’m not persecuted for not getting with somebody else’s program.

In pursuit of being a hoot…

Intellectual hick as an infiltration potential into the bowels of the Republickercan domain (Southern Bible belt, country disco chic, and war monger love children beware) is an appealing prospect. Spam sucking trailer trash, well read, with marble entries and mahogany cabinets anchored upon wheels ready to be towed and transplanted upon command. I’m ready. Arizona is a possibility. Old post WWII nobility putting across greens where browns belong need an antagonist amongst the consensus clad golf cart propelled masses. Then there is the waterfront thing. Half a million for mid-bank beachfront property and the contradiction of a $12,000 trailer planted in the middle is pure still life poetry. Plus it will piss of those that need to be pissed off. Realtors beware!

In praise of Intellectual Hick…

A little too much tequila and contemplative zest with the time to pursue such depths… what kind of reality can be painted as an end result? Are the means sufficient? Cuervo with lime and salt, a smoke with guiltless exhales, and a Harley idling low in the background? Romanticism mixed with trailer trash philosophy? Bohemian wanderlust interlaced with a hedonistic twist and rebellious demeanor? Ahhh, labels and clichés… where would we be without them? Heroes abound but anything penned by Larry McMurtry and anyone in David Allen Cosmic Cowboy Coe’s favor suffice for entrance into the IH realm(I'm not talking about International Harvester). Maybe diving into the abyss of “who gives a shit and this is why” is a warm place to be. If Bush wins, this is an option... societal oblivion amidst a mental environment of good times and all the trappings that compliment it all works for me. It will be like lying in wait for the next apocalypse with a smirk on my face. Been there, done that, what next?