Is it possible society has enough fantasy? That the DIY segregation which is social networking instilled the ability to mistake oneself for avatars/proxies, and that when real life proves not as appealing, we’re more prone AFK to fiction where fictions should not factor at all?
More people obsessing over real life instead might solve more problems. I think power is obtained by denying consequences. And so the more powerful one is, the less capable or likely they will be of thinking such matters as basic cause and effect through to invariable end. “Let nothing stop your dreams” reads great on a hallmark card or PC facebook meme, but it’s the core guiding diva principle to every fascist ever to have lived. How we justify it in ourselves is inevitably “I won’t stand and fight against the old neighborhood bending backwards for the whims of an ego but how fucking dare the new neighborhood not be ready to fold before mine.”
I could never buy patriotic superheroes. They’re simultaneously suggesting that the thing they love most is superior, but also inadequate, so thus must they take the law into their own hands. It’s a huge contradiction. Even if no MAGA is sharp enough to note the same contradiction about the patriotic superheroes they see in their mirrors. Heroes that can do no wrong are marketing ploys. Red waves and blue tsunamis make purple rain. It takes more than someone else wielding the gun for it to change its purpose.
Like how most of the unsolved murders around the USA can be hidden behind something as small as a badge. A part of me would love to be a speechwriter, but anyone who’d pursue authority over the lives of others is fundamentally a turd. Likewise when it’s prison inmates or detained refugees doing the work, too many people can too easily consider it as anything but what it is…and that’s not counting the assholes who openly take no issue with overt slavery. The grounds for Eastern Star cemetery in Louisville, where all exterior shots for Return of The Living Dead were filmed, have long been maintained by guys in orange jumpsuits. After I had a few years of experience grave-digging I applied there and they laughed me out of the office.
I’ve had an idea for a Fighting American series though, since I was a teen reading Vertigo comics in the 90s. 33-issue finite series, each corresponding thematically to its numerical equivalence in masonic degree, with #0 representing the weirdo knife and fork degree. I saw it as the only way around the conundrum of a self-contradiction, because think what you will about the Freemasons, they understood uneven platforms make for shitty foundations. But personally I do feel if it can’t be traced back to Aesop, fiction does more harm than good. Consider Americans unanimously and repeatedly electing to continue the game of who’s the biggest victim; Texas becoming the first state in USA history to elect a board with nails to state legislature. Eventually. If your candidate loses, really stop and think about what else in life you’ve probably been wrong about. If they wanted to pass the Cannibal Act, fine, but I can’t believe the high and mighty folks who wanted to eat felons won out over those wanting to eat the beautiful people. Long believed when there’s nothing left of its past to remake/remodel or make retro, art will truly begin imitating life.
Without our own thoughts and feelings our gourds carry no purpose, necessitating the awareness that society’s ills come from anyone anywhere asserting their thoughts and feelings should be replicated rather than shared, as priority of anyone anywhere else suffering their own.
Any of us can be the mushrooms that manage to grow inside the old reactors at Chernobyl. Persistence without safe space. Maybe we had Rudolph all wrong, maybe he never wanted to play in any fucking reindeer games. People who block/limit replies to their tweets don’t understand social networking. If you want isolation, get offline. There’s a far breadth between a dick pic and openly worshiping the ground you walk on. The business model is anti-integration, but any user can decide against that even if most wouldn’t dream of it. I tried getting truth drunk once but it still wouldn’t flatter, because that is not its function, although it did get really witty in an Oscar Wilde riding the bomb kinda way. I might have it in me to coin a phrase, but the only way I could bitcoin a phrase would be to beg and borrow.
Maybe what unites art, politics and religion, is that they come from the idea nature/the universe doesn’t justify our interest. And maybe we’d all save ourselves and others the world of heartaches known and unknown waiting in the wings, if we were less inclined to mistake self-interest for some common good.