Social Disease

The concept of guilt by association is not a new one, being “known by the company you keep” is an age-old adage, and not without a world of merit. Many of you may be familiar with this feeling: a sense of impending doom… a voluminous gray cloud as certain people approach or a certain name pops up as the phone starts to ring… just a whisper of a hairs-breadth away is the game changer. I’m talking about the words that can change your entire life in a fraction of an instant. “Hey! Um, so, what you doin’ tonight?”
If you have never experienced this phenomenon you may just be incredibly lucky. Or maybe, just maybe, you are one of them.
There is increasing evidence that who you surround yourself with is having effects on you far beyond the shame of just being seen socially with a “serial repeater” or an ass-grabber.
Happiness, it turns out, is infectious. So is misery, obesity, alcoholism, drug dependence, and a cornucopia of positive and negative attributes we pass on from one person to the next in our daily interactions. According to a Harvard University study conducted over 50 years and including some 15,000 subjects, you are 57% more likely to become obese if your friends become obese. In fact, the study suggests that it even skips degrees of separation. You are 20% more likely to become obese if the friends of your friends become obese. I won’t quote the entire missive, but this applies fairly consistently across the board for everything from personal habits to the way we think and perceive.

We catch everything from viruses to concepts. The more integrated we become and the tighter the links between us, the greater the risk we will pass them on pandemically and exponentially among us at an ever increasing rate.
Avoiding the consumption of paint chips, or even frequent hand washing is no longer enough. Wearing protection for every encounter is admirable, but all the purell in the world can’t help you in a day and age where you can sit down and catch stupid merely by touching your handheld.
It’s “6 degrees of Kevin Bacon” on a global scale; we are all connected by ever diminishing degrees of separation. The internet and social networking sites in particular have simplified and expedited the transfer of information, everything from the profound to the inane can now be shared across the interverse at the speed of light (this blog being no exception) rendering us exposed to the inner most thoughts and brunch menus of all we “befriend” at the brush of a keystroke.
The television has been dumbing us down for generations and I won’t debate that the options today can be far healthier, but these are our friends, and in theory we actually listen to them. With ever expanding peer groups, we are now capable of maintaining “relationships” with people we would normally have long forgotten and often for good reason. It’s nice to see what they’re up to… See pictures of their families. But occasionally I’m forced to ask where it will all end.
The free transfer of thoughts and ideas is a tremendous thing with earth shaking implications, I might even imply if used properly it could literally unite us and save the world (or at least the humans).
Or it could have a quite different effect.

I’m of course dramatizing this a bit for the sake of entertainment, but I’m also culling my friends list as we speak.

Love,

Your Native Son

Community Chest

There’s a lot of talk going ‘round right now. They’re calling it “the Healthcare Debate” and it’s causing folks to draw battle lines. Pitting friend against friend, brother against brother, this polarizing “issue” has passions fueled with high-octane vitriol and ready to come out swinging.
I’ve alluded to this in previous posts but I’ll ante up and toss my two cents in the sling. There’s little hope to slay the giant, but if I can make some of Goliaths more rational and often unwitting henchmen pause for a moment that’s plenty for me.

First off: This is not an issue. There is (at least among those of us not poised to take a piece of the billions at stake) no debate that any rational person (aside from possibly a sociopath) would lower themselves to if they were not grossly misinformed.
I say it’s a non-issue in the same way I would consider murder a non-issue. Most of us know murder is wrong. We don’t do it, we don’t sit and discuss its’ relative merits, it’s not worthy of debate among rational sensitive people. Yet here we stand accessories to the fact, blood on our hands, driveling on and on about the motives, and the cost.
It’s nothing short of Stockholm Syndrome. America has been taken hostage by big business and held for ransom. The most unfortunate part is many Americans like it. Doing without has become a point of pride for us, those of us not strong enough to survive often feel like they deserve it; deserve to suffer, deserve what they get because obviously they didn’t try hard enough. This is the logic I hear every day from seemingly kind and thoughtful people (not in so many words of course). There is no more sense of community and little sense of family. Those who can’t provide for themselves for whatever reason are “not our responsibility,” the simplest of things, a human right, available to every person in every other free nation in the world, reduced to something enjoyed by only the strongest among us and often not even by those arguing against receiving it.
We do without then come to the defense of those keeping it from us. We’re even courteous enough to thank them for the privilege of taking the time to fleece and murder us. The wolves are tending the sheep my friends, and those whose sworn and appointed duty it is to represent and protect us are yet another commodity, purchased at the price of our lives.

In a rational world it wouldn’t matter what the cost. We would pay our last dime to assure the health and safety of our populous (think of the trillions we spend on “national defense” and police, courts, and prisons to “preserve the peace”). My argument is not about statistics, it’s about morality. It would cost us far less than we are already paying right now to set up a single payer system the likes of which have already been in successful operation for generations throughout the free world (not on the table unfortunately), but does it really matter what it costs?
The most disturbing aspect of this “debate” for me is people’s reaction to the issue. The media circus, the “town hall” fiascos, the intentional distraction and misinformation. If you step outside the bubble it’s very much like watching Jerry Springer in real time.
There is a lot at stake but it has little to do with increased taxes, bureaucracy, or government control. It’s about people vs. profits. Private companies are responsible to their shareholders, they will always do what is necessary to assure profits, it’s their job. Government is responsible to its people. Seeing the thirstiest horse in the race shun a bucket of cool water is a wonder to behold.

Your Native Son

Taps

I, like most Americans remember vividly (as I will for the rest of my life) where I was when the twin towers fell. The fear, the disbelief, the apprehension. The overloaded telephone service as I tried to reach family and friends for what seemed like an eternity. The relief knowing everyone was safe. The weight of those not so fortunate.
Eight years later it stands not just as a tragic moment in American history, but as a reminder that no matter how big, how powerful, how isolated, or how insular we are, America is still vulnerable.
Many think the way to prevent the “freedom-haters” from striking again is to hermetically seal the entire country. They claim if we can somehow cauterize the nearly 2000 miles of border between the U.S. and Mexico, offer up our civil rights to the security gods, remain vigilant (read suspicious), and keep people from bringing their own soft drinks on airplanes we can sleep safe in the knowledge that we are protected from those who may do us harm.
This myopic fallacy genuinely fails to address the elephant in the room. We all know it’s there, even (read especially) those who might encourage us to ignore it. There is no way, no matter how many of our civil rights we forfeit, how fiercely we protect our borders, and how much we are forced to pay for beverages past the airport security gate, to assure that if someone desires to do us harm they will not find the means. The simple but unfortunate truth of the matter: there is equal or greater threat to our safety, security, freedom, and domestic tranquility already within our borders.
I’m not talking about taxi drivers in turbans or even the guys with beards who may occasionally slaughter a live goat in the basement of a university married housing facility. I’m talking about dangerous and irresponsible domestic and foreign policy.
America has a long history of “Manifest Destiny” and tampering in the affairs of other nations as it suits us. It was a long road that led to 9/11 and as much as Americans don’t like to address it, or even seem to know it, the vast majority of that road we paved ourselves in a quest for what the real geopolitical movers and shakers call “primacy.”

Anyone who believes we are safer today as Americans than we were 8 years ago, Sir or Madame, I have a bridge you might be interested in purchasing. As unpopular as the Iraq war could be (and is occasionally) domestically, it can hardly compare to its unpopularity internationally. We’ve managed to unilaterally alienate even our allies, and with documented civilian deaths just due to violence alone near 100,000, whether we “won” or “lost” means very little to the families and friends of those who died in our effort to “liberate.”
On the purely domestic level, the hundreds of thousands of troops now suffering from brain injuries and post traumatic stress disorder will be a factor of their own for generations to come.
Stack this and plenty I didn’t even bother to mention on an already unhealthy and generally volatile social palate and what you’ve got can only be described in polite company as an unenviable steaming mess of unfortunate possibilities.
Yes I’m trying to scare you. But the fact that I don’t even have to be melodramatic, twist words, or skew facts to paint a fairly grim picture is testament to something.
A notable journalist/decidedly liberal friend of mine speaks frequently of “turning the car around.” This is a political analogy for a change in policy direction which he believes is nigh. I tend to think turning around is still a lateral move. We’ve already wrecked the car, it can never take us where we need to go. It’s time to get a far more versatile form of transportation.

Your Native Son

The Red Menace

As we rolled down the socialized highway we stopped at a socialized rest station for a drink of socialized water. Our socialist destination was a socialized park called the Grand Socialized Canyon. On our way we saw many socialized sites, and often stopped to socialize.
Before our trip Daddy had stopped at the socialized office to renew his socialized drivers license, the socialized Law Enforcement enforces a socialized law requiring all of its socialized citizens to meet a socialized standard or they may end up in a socialized jail and a socialized court in front of a socialized Judge on their way to a socialized prison.
I had taken some time off my socialized school but still had some socialized homework for Social Studies so I rode the socialized bus to the socialized library to check out some socialized books so I could study Socialism while on the socialized road.
Daddy is a social worker who earns a socialized salary trying to help less socially fortunate people get social services and socialized housing. When I grow up I want to be a socialized Fireman.
Daddy says I shouldn’t limit my socialized options, that I can be whatever socialized thing I choose, some day if I work really hard I could even be the socialized President of the United Socialized States. That’s nice of him to say but my socialized grades aren’t so good so I’ll probably just wind up in a socialized College.
That wouldn’t be so bad though, I just hope I don’t end up in the socialized Military fighting a socialized war some socialized politicians say is socially important.

The End

Social Studies

The bell rings and we salivate. It’s lunch time at Pavlov Elementary, P.S. 101. Within its walls generations of Americans have been educated in the three R’s: Respect, regulation, and restraint. As basic training centers for the future bread winners of America these institutions teach invaluable skills such as unquestioning observance of hierarchy, and the ability to endure long hours of mind numbing redundancy.
The information itself and subjects present have less importance than the way they are taught. Ringing bells and the shift from one task to the next, excellence is defined by the ability to function within the set parameters. Those not malleable enough to “succeed” in the given framework, if not elevated by the firm hand of nepotism or able to exhibit the strength and speed (or beauty and grace) of a prize piece of livestock, fall as chaff and fill the lowest (and most necessary) tier. By the time the lowest tier receives the news he or she is not worthy of a more respectable place in society, it comes as little surprise.
The chaff at this point have two choices: to lower their expectations and lay in the cracks where “they belong,” or seek alternative means of personal propulsion, outside of the established guidelines of what is commonly considered proper society.
Predominately from the patchwork of those dissatisfied with the options available come the Thieves, Slangers, Bangers, Dealers, Grifters, Playas, Druggies, Dropouts, Bums, Pimps, and Hos. The urge to “roll up and bust a cap in someone’s ass” a fairly natural byproduct; generations of dissatisfaction and educational neglect combined with the constant message that they can somehow physically possess that which constitutes happiness.
America is at war with itself. On the street and in the board room, Americans are robbing and killing each other at an alarming rate. A glance at global statistics will tell you America is number one, the number one 1st world nation in per capita crime, per capita consumption, and per capita pollution. It’s become part and parcel to our culture, and culture is our number one export.

I normally try to offer something that though often overtly condescending has some vague entertainment value, but I’m feeling pissy. I have a fairly decent capacity to laugh in the face of tragedy, even my own, but today I just don’t think it’s funny. I’m tired as hell of the ignorance and hate. I’m tired of the misinformation. I’m tired of the machine that grinds humanity down to the point where by the age of 30 a person can no longer even be identified by dental records as the once ambitious, creative, intelligent, and hopeful individual they once were.
I’m tired of the media focus; whether you think the press is in the pocket of the right or left (and many do), there is no question that on a mainstream level what passes for news and information is less than newsworthy or informative. What we’re left with is a form of entertainment, a polarizing cringe factor/fear based reality show we’re all expected to take part in.
It’s terrorism, and the Terrorists have won. They’re on television every day highlighting our differences… Sowing the seeds of fear and distrust from both sides of the field, making us wary of our neighbor, and tearing any semblance of unity we might hope for into bite size morsels.

At risk of reading more into this than just an innocent and innocuous quest for ratings, the words “divide and conquer” come to mind. The less we trust each other the less likely it is we will come together and realize we have more in common than we think.

Your Native Son

Annal Probe

Anyone who claims to have doubt that Dick Cheney is from a species of shape shifting reptilian humanoids is possibly one themselves. After a wholesome breakfast of soylent green™ he’s ready for an active day counting piles of stinking lucre. It’s hard to believe at his age he still has energy to do some liberal bashing on the side not to mention write his memoirs, but the guy’s got hot molten fuck y’all for blood and trucker speed in his geritol, he just doesn’t stop.
I have to admit I look forward to the Cheney “tell all” autobiography with bated breath. Word has it it’s a take no prisoners Bush-bashing gorefest that leaves no stone unturned and no man standing. Except him of course. No apologies, no surrender has always been the name of his game and I wouldn’t anticipate this being any different. But perhaps it will be a glimpse into the humanity of the man, the inner spirit that forces him to make tough decisions for the greater good we’re all too… I’m sorry but I may have just shit myself, I can’t even type that with a straight face.
The US Justice Department has launched an investigation into post 9/11 interrogation tactics. I believe the former administration will claim someone in the intelligence community informed the Whitehouse that the Geneva Conventions were an annual gathering for folks with hidden Swiss bank accounts (somewhat akin to when the custodial staff forgot to stock the oval office with toilet paper, and well, the constitution was just hanging there.) Cheney claims this sets a dangerous precedent that in the future some may be forced to question their actions in the line of duty for fear of future repercussions. To me that sounds a lot like being held accountable which is something Dick doesn’t seem to take to naturally and may need a bit of coaxing.
One thing I’m certain of however is his book will not include the one piece of information I really want to know… If he unhinges his jaw you think he can eat an entire infant in one go?

Your Native Son

Ich bin ein Jelly Donut

Obamania is a world phenomenon. Easily the most popular US politician of all time internationally and despite slipping approval ratings domestically still a ray of cathartic light; a beacon of hope that some day, very soon, we as Americans can once again drink globally in peace. Many of our countrymen abroad in all the nooks, crannies, and farthest flung corners of the map are even finding the strength to emerge into this soft glow and begin the long healing process of explaining to friends, girlfriends, and neighbors alike that they are not, actually, Canadian.
Those of us who chose to wear the truth openly these long years often found ourselves victim to both ridicule and hate crimes. From simple dismissal to full on cock-blockage, some of us learned to adapt and even develop new skills to deal with the harsh realities of every day life. Many just bore their blue passports like a load stone, often pining for a simpler time when a University of Michigan sweater, a mono-lingual and boisterous demeanor, and a pair of flip flops were all a man needed… The seemingly magical keys to a world of pooty-tang and outdoor drum and bass parties in exotic distant lands they had often never even heard of.
As Europe commemorates the 70th anniversary of the German invasion of Poland, I would like to personally thank the German people for their incredible understanding, hospitality, friendship, and far superior collective guilt that in no small way assisted me through these trying times. As one of the few Democratic and progressive nations internationally with a comparably distasteful recent history there is much we can learn from their emergence from megalomaniac to mediator.
The very first thing you will notice when discussing the events of World War II with a German person is they are sorry. Even generations from those who actually participated in, merely sat by and did nothing, or openly rebelled against but still feel party by national association, there continues to be a profound feeling of connection and an almost universal desire for redemption.
This acknowledgment of negative action has a two-fold effect. It acknowledges those who suffered by the wrongs done and sets us on the long path to forgiveness. Secondly it acknowledges something wrong was done which not only sets us on the path of forgiving ourselves, but makes us vigilant against such things happening in the future.

So, Germany: You are an inspiration to us all. Thanks for the help, thanks for the hope, and most of all thanks for the tasty curry-wurst.

America’s Native Son

Keep the Change

When Americans asked for change this last November I think it was for the snack machine. We had a collective pack of ho-hos stuck in d24 and really just needed to tip it over the edge. Slamming on the glass and even the shoulder tip maneuver had left us yet without the dreamy chocolaty sponge cake and creamy middle promised us prominently on the elegant shiny plastic. It left us mad with desire.
It is not the American way to ask for anything, but we swallowed our pride, took a swift hit from the water cooler and stepped up.
Along with the first package of ho-hos, out came the second. Chaos. We only wanted ONE pack of ho-hos, damn it and what are we gonna do now, give it to the guy on the corner? I think not, that’s SOCIALISM! The mere suggestion we should give something to someone who may need it? FASCISM (what’s more in your face than good load if ISM?).
I know that is an idiots analogy but that’s who I’m writing for. The kind of idiot who succumbs to tabloid grade “shock and awe.” I never had much respect for the healthcare, pharmaceutical, or insurance lobbies, but hats off to you boys, you’re doing a bang up job. I bet you could even get the greater populous to believe that health reform will cause Americans to have Bigfoots’ three headed alien love child.
Who I’m not impressed with is the ‘ol POTUS at this stage in the game. For a constitutional law professor he’s done little to negate the 8 years GW and “Dick” spent wiping their sodden members on the bill of rights and constitution. But as much as I like saying “I told you so” would’ve been nice to chalk one up for the good guys, hell I mighta cracked one with him if he could’ve managed to make Americans comfortable with good Christian values (like helping each other and not stepping over dead and dying people on the way to work).
But who am I to talk about it, sitting over here on my high horse in my Pinko Socialist Country, drinking my Pinko Socialist Coca-Cola product, running my Pinko Socialist business… Wait? Consumerism and Free Market Commerce can co-exist in a Socialist climate? You mean it’s possible to offer people the dignity of their most basic needs in the fastest growth economy in the world? No, I’m just joking. Well not really, but keep it to yourselves, we have a good thing going.

Your Native Son

Assholier Than Thou

Well they say “those who can’t do, teach”… For a Nation that supposedly holds a Doctorate in the subject it occurs to me some folks (and I’m not naming names since it’s almost everybody and that’d take a fuckin’ long time) don’t know how to use a dictionary. I’m talkin’ ’bout freedom kids. That thing we all supposedly “have” and fight and die for and allows us to collectively stick our noses in the air at all those damn “un-free” Nations.
Dictionary.com, by no means the pinnacle of authority on the English Language but maybe a bit more savvy than a lot of folks who tend to throw the word around includes such definitions as: the state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint; exemption from external control, interference, regulation; the power to determine action without restraint, and on and on in such fashion. These are good things. What “We” stand for. Freedom, Liberty, Equality.
I ask you this, if America is so damn free then why the hell are so many Americans locked up? You may say “Ha! ha! Because they broke the law! We live in a civilized society, you break the law, you go to jail!” To this I say American laws are stupid.

I’m not talking about the laws you learn in first grade. If you don’t have things like “don’t steal”, “don’t hit Tommy in the head with a shovel”, and “don’t go up Mollies shirt in the broom closet unless she likes it” down in the first years of life you deserve what is coming to you. I’m talking about the crimes many Americans are incarcerated for. Victimless crimes and crimes against “morality.”
I have had the good fortune to live in a fairly free country for some time now and I’m here to tell you if we allow people to do what they want to do as long as it isn’t hurting anyone but themselves bedlam will not ensue. This is not a theory it is a practice and nothing particularly bad has come of it aside from possibly having to walk past someone who should not be naked playing volleyball. If you want to walk around naked, go for it. Just don’t be surprised if I laugh at you. That’s freedom. Some things are just Darwinian in nature, there is a natural law we really need not interfere with. If you want to kill yourself, please do so. Why hesitate? Carpe Diem my friend. Consumption of “illicit” substances by consenting adults… Locally there is a zero-tolerance law on consumption, if you consume, don’t drive. That not only makes sense but it eliminates the grey area that seems to confuse some folks into thinking they’re “okay to drive.” They’ve even come up with a breathalyzer for marijuana and will blood test you if they think you’re under the influence of narcotics. That’s right, you’re free, now be RESPONSIBLE about it.

Is there anything more annoying than “that guy” who keeps using big words he doesn’t really understand to sound clever? I tend to think America is “that guy.”

Your Native Son

Anarchist Organization

Elvis was a racist, Michael Jackson was a pedophile, and Hunter Thompson was a football fan. Myself, I’m an asshole as anyone who knows me will tell you. So sue me, I’m human.
And so are all those other talented misguided bastards.
For example I’m a huge Bukowski fan. But I accept that in appreciating the positives there are inherent negatives (like he was an angry abusive misogynist fuck) that must be either ignored or simply appreciated as part of the overall package that is Bukowski. The dogmatic belief that because we like or appreciate something it must be inherently perfect leads to ignorance, conflict, war, and bad fashion.
As for beliefs, I tend to think those are what you have when you’ve decided to stop learning. To say that anything is one particular way or another is to deny that there are no finite truths and recline on a bed of mediocre acceptance. It’s the lazy way out. Saying you “know” something is surrendering to the comfort of certainty. Even something we take for granted such as 2+2 is not universally true, it merely applies as commonly accurate in our collective but incredibly limited experience. There are no universal truths aside from that in itself, the depth of human ignorance, and maybe our capacity for misinterpretation.
Labels are tremendously useful tools, they aid us in avoiding things like lima beans when what we really want is a nice can of corn. As a linguistic tool they are almost invaluable when attempting to identify things and convey abstract concepts like “idiots” or “things you shouldn’t step in on the street”… Without them there would be no Jeopardy.
Labels are ok but unless you choose to live in a can or a box they’re fairly limiting and nothing a “thinking” person would be caught dead in on a Friday night.

As a side note, if you’re going to force me into a box, please label it something generically ubiquitous like “Oh Yeah, Baby” with no list of ingredients.

Thanks,

Your Native Son