by Bodwyn Wook
Suppose there is no “conspiracy,” only at most some fragmented and chronic, stupid, plotting and stealing. Suppose that ordinary people when they absolutely don’t need some cash, or in the UK or Canada to go to the doctor, otherwise stay strictly away from “government.” Suppose that it is widely perceived that all of this “governance” is mainly about the impaired entertainment needs of people who can’t easily amuse themselves. Suppose that in general people “in government” are viewed with mingled pity and contempt such as reserved for inefficient in-laws “working” at the post office. And suppose as well now that this is on average the case also with the military and police, as well as the schools and so-called “universities” of the land, sweltering in their chemically saturated cornfields….
In other words, suppose that the situation is as it actually is.
Then, in fact, no one “in” government is in control.
Not a one.
Not of events nor of us — and least of all of their own momentary helpless impulses and vague notions.
Therefore, not one not in decent private work today properly may be said to be “in control” of even so much as themselves.
Only see them for yourselves how they tumble in the wind, all the rootless and vagabond professionalists in search of sinecure and tenured sustenance. See how these people who do not do real work for a living on all levels otherwise are our old college friends and momentary neighbors of today. See how embarrassingly some of these moral lunatics may even be family relatives, a little too like us for comfort only as a rule they have better insurance and healthcare. This of course only befits the “deserved” rewards of people in the public “service”, so let us not look too hard at that, it is probably “inappropriate” to be resentful or jealous, maybe even “infantile,” tsk.
What seems harder to overlook, however, is that these folk’s health as a rule is probably better also because not run down by the chronic resentment not unreasonably felt by those paying for the show, and who often have no affordable insurance of their own, so deadly the parasitic and inflationary curse of the professional class.
This growing and deep, objective, anger is at having to pay constantly from out of our own pockets not only for our own Tee Vee and Internet and online UPorno subscriptions at home, but as well for the badly written and staged county, state and federal public “performances.” All of the simulated excitement over “terrorism” and the latest recession is nothing but bad art. The stimulating displays of unfixed airy “principles,” also by these unrooted hordes of unproductive people, is in the same way nothing but bad scriptwriting. The political professionalists stammering witlessly of “moving forward,” this week in London, next week Christ Alone knows where, are revealed as labile, overstimulated and no better, certainly no more moral than we grubby laity — were it even possible possibly even the worse! Anyone forced in from off of the streets at gunpoint would feel naturally gypped by being made to hire overpriced tickets for bad seats at so shoddy and oversubsidized an underdone production….
So, when are we going stop writing checks for all of these halfbaked, overgrown professional children of ours of all ages prancing on the grubby public platform, checks we can no longer afford and, as an adult matter, rightly resent?
[Emmett R Smith all rights reserved 4 April 2009]