1 – 26 – 2013 THE DIGITAL NO-MAN’S LAND
I truly get a kick out of scrolling
the news feed on Fart Book. It’s like that comic strip Doonesbury. Everyone is busting
heads about politics, religion, immigration, gay-marriage, gun control,
terrorism, True Blood, American Idol, who in the Twilight series has the best
ass. Nearly gives me appendicitis from laughing so damn hard.
People
truly are ludicrous. They don’t realize that the best reality show that exists
is for a person like me to sit on the side-lines watching them go back and
forth over who has the better opinion. I could record a one-person laugh track
from all the combined guffaws I've had just this year, and it would sound a
whole lot more convincing than that shit they use on “The Big Bang Theory.”
It must
have been nice living in the old days. That is, a day when you had heroes such
as John Wayne, Robert Mitchum, Ernest Hemingway John Huston, Sam Peckinpah, DiMaggio,
etc. You pick a word fight with guys like that and they’d lay you out at the
foot of the bar. Ah, good times. Nowadays people are all talk. They never
follow through with anything. The default response is always, “Well, I’ll sue
you.” Fuck off, I don’t give a shit. My credit is already in the toilet.
People
think they are these big god-damn heroes, just because they can demean someone
from their computer. “I’m so brave. I can type filth on my keyboard, and
transmit it to the world within seconds.” Let me ask you people something. What
makes you any different from the tyrannical Military mind who presses the
button in his own country, launching the missiles to another country full of
brown people several thousand miles away? Not a fuckin’ thing. Your actions are
just as damaging to the human psyche, and the societal impact is even more devastating,
because it has longevity.
If any
of you had any balls you’d give up typing hate from that keyboard, and actually
leave the house, and use it to smash someone’s skull. That would be more civilized,
and productive I think than what you do already, which is sit in a dark living
room, plunking out letters to your inferiors all the way on the other side of
the world, safely sealed away within the confines of your vast digital solar-system,
hiding behind a user-name, and free from any repercussion or retribution. Even
if someone does say something right away that hurts your feelings, you can
always find things to cheer you up quick. You've got porn just a few clicks
away, after all.
I guess it’s the longevity of your
actions that speaks volumes of your character. You must know at least on some
deep subconscious level that what you print on the web will never disappear.
You want that staying power. You lust after that so-called greatness of being
able to leave your permanent shit-stain smeared all over the unsuspecting
internet community. “See, I did that? That was me. My beautiful words are
magnificent aren't they?” The words were never yours to begin with. You just vomited
them out of your fingers in a different order from what they were in when they
went into your ear.
The truth of the matter is, we are
all going to be held accountable in some way. Whether by the law, karma,
society, or America’s Got Talent is something
that only time can tell. More often than not it will be the one true Supreme
Being. That omnipresent God of Logic that we all know is there, because he
exists right within the center of your own otherwise foolish heads. Him, her,
it … whatever is always there acting upon your instinctual consciences impulses
to tell you … “Um, you are a GOD DAMNED COWARD, and you are also completely
full of shit.”
Some teacher once said “The only
stupid question is the one you don’t ask.” Where is the god damn logic in that?
How can it be a stupid question if there HAS BEEN no question? You all have the
answer already. The more I watch humanity’s intellect dissolve into a real-life
rendition of Brave New World, the
more I realize that a person truly does learn a hell of a lot more by simply
watching, remembering, and keeping their damn mouth SHUT. LEARN from the
stupidity you see. Don’t copy it. Whether life imitates art, or it’s the other
way around, I think we can all agree that most of the time the result is the
same. Shit and shit both attract the same thing: a whole lot of diseased flies.
I am by no means an innocent
bystander here. I've been guilty of just as much self-inflicted character assassination
as the next person. I know exactly what is going to destroy me someday, and it
would accomplish nothing to sit and brood over it. I may as well continue to
accomplish my goals while I wait. Once that destructive force arrives to block
my path, by driving that proverbial Hemingway solution into my mouth, I’ll deal
with it. But there’s no point in wasting however many years I have left on this
filthy latrine of a world building myself a psychological bomb-shelter in the
basement of my mind. When it happens, it happens, and no preparation will make
it any less distasteful.
It just occurred to me in recent
years that each and every person truly has their own judge and jury that will
destroy them someday. There is one for every living human, and most people have
several. The truth of the matter is, however, that no matter how many trillions
of muses there are to condemn each and every person, all of us have three in
common.
First there is the person that
judges us from within. He is the harshest, and least merciful. “We are our own
worst critics,” as the saying goes. That person is the monkey on our back from
the day we are born, and he never leaves, since his claws are embedded within
our soul and our psyche,’ and rightfully so. Who wants to go outside, after
all, wearing a tie and coat that don’t match?
Next is the law. Not that the law
serves much purpose anymore. It’s more of just a formality I think. It seems
holding people accountable for anything, whether they are guilty of it, or not
went out of style with the birth of Freudian psychology, The American Civil
Liberties Union, and the phenomenon of waiting in line two and half fucking hours
to sing Brittany Spears at “karaoke.” By
that I mean that the law is a broken system of judgment, about as powerfully relevant
to someone’s overall livelihood as is The Queen of England. It is a figure-head
of menace, and nothing more. Just so long as you've got a slippery enough
lawyer in your back pocket, one that kisses the asses of the correct special
interest groups, and you live in the state of Florida. You’ll get away with it
every time. Just ask Casey Anthony.
The next judge is society. These
are the bystanders like me, who sit on the sidelines, enjoying the show while
you go up in flames. These judges need no jury, and they've bypassed the appeals
process entirely. Their justice system moves swiftly. They are your doctors,
your teachers, your neighbors, your priests, your so-called fans, and even your
family and friends. These folks are the quickest to rake you over the coals,
and they don’t even need evidence. They won’t be confused with the facts, and
unlike The American Bill of Rights, cruel and unusual punishment is their stock
and trade. It was society that convicted Jesus, Joan of Arc, Joseph Hauptmann, Lee
Harvey Oswald, James Earl Ray, OJ Simpson, Michael Jackson, and so on. The repercussions
of their judgments are the worst kind. You wouldn't even need to be incarcerated
to feel the heat of that kind of scrutiny, and you can often times wind up
becoming a prisoner of your own shame. You can’t find work. You can’t create,
or do things that are meaningful to you. Oftentimes death is the only solution,
and sometimes not even that is an escape. For the residue of your personae will
be left behind to continue experiencing that everlasting torment … and it will
spread to those few that stood by you as well, creating snowballs of hate.
I’m sure I've outlined nothing new
here. I firmly believe that this kind of insight is implanted deep within
everyone’s brains from the moment they are born. Whether or not it gets
activated and launched into your conscious is another story, however. You need
the right code, and for some it never occurs. The only way that is ever going
to change I suppose is when states finally start offering teaching credentials
for Common Sense Courses in public school. That will never happen. Like Scatman
Crothers said in the film “The Shinning.” “Some places are like people. Some
shine, and some don’t.” Well, I think when it comes to common sense, some minds
are like characters from “Twilight.” Some shine … most don’t. At least not
anymore.
Pleasant dreams
T. Wilson
