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ACTING DUMB TALKING STUPID
First decade of the Third Millennium not yet ended and already were running out of language: collapse, meltdown, disaster, fool, liar, hypocrite. Actually, this centurys language sounds the same as last centurys: womanizer, lush, pansy, ponzi, fascist, whore, socialist, warmonger, babymurderer. As the Second Millennium ended, we hoped things would somehow get better. Everybody was tired of the same old same old: pervert, Christ-killer, gun nut, loose cannon, nerd, hijacker, on-the-ground, gas guzzler, train-wreck, firefight, braindead corporate dittohead. But here we are. Right back where we started: nose-dive, dimbulb, raghead, credit crunch, scam artist, camel jockey, eco-freak, skinhead, in-country, freedom-hater, wealth destroyer. Its not as if we havent tried to improve civil society, expand ways we verbalize the global common: blogosphere, infomercial, talking head, Back Story, corporate mouth-piece, terror-symp, femme-nazi, a-hole, McNews, toilet mouth, empty suit, dickwad. But somehow the old familiar phrases keep popping up again and again: surrender monkeys, freedom fries, Neanderthal, yellow cake, peckerhead, dink, neocon, slamdunk, yahoo, redneck, sleazebag, slime mold. Of course, with every technological advance, every economic, political and cultural innovation, we ve tried to invent new words, coin fresh phrases to describe our astonishing human progress: dingbat, headcase, charlatan, philistine, boob, beerbelly, numbnuts, crook, Mafioso, trailer trash, horse manure, eyewash, bullbleep. Thankfully its not all doom and gloom. Members of visible minorities, womens rights groups, the media, plus countless creative individuals have enriched our hardpressed twenty-first century vocabulary: company stooge, asskisser, deadbeat, chiseler, jungle bunny, lawn jockey, chauvinist pig, cowboy, fruitcake, tree hugger, tightass, wetback, grease-ball. And so it goes. Language races against social change, pissed, hysterical, itching to kill somebody, ready to blow something to bits: terrorist, carbomb, aircrash, fake, phony, jerk, wagon- burner, hostiles, Stalinist, wimp, psycho, candy-ass. Tokyo, Tuesday, 06/30/09
YOU CANT CATCH THE GOOD LIFE OFF A TOILET SEAT
According to the latest numbers, people are tired of the global corporate pressure cooker. The public wants something new, something more authentic, more genuine than playing Space Dingdongs and running their sorry asses off on the transnational technological treadmill. The good life isnt something you just catch off a toilet seat like combing your hair or riding a bicycle. From the earliest times, humans have debated the ideal society, the one best way to build a pyramid or wipe out a neighboring tribe. In ancient Greece, Plato - always good for an off-color joke or cheap sexist remark, used human reason to describe the good society. In modern America, leaders get elected by believing in a man who claimed he was born of a virgin mother and an invisible father who said he created the universe in six days from nothing. Society roars ahead then falls apart. Cities collapse. Markets tank. Then new products appear. Leaders promise miracles. Markets bounce back. We re on a roll. But then the bubble bursts. Again things fall apart. Elation. Depression. Agony. Ecstasy. Overload. Bad crazy electricity floods the brain. Who wants to spend forever listening to John Lennon musac, watching political grandstanders, being bullied by squarehead bosses? Take Jean Jacques Rousseau – a terrific human being, hell of a guy. Rousseau said society is crap. We re better off living in a forest eating fruit and nuts than working in a coal mine or installing suburban sewer lines. So there you have it. Everybody blaming everybody else. Nietzsche – an enormous talent, fantastic human being, said we re all sick – convalescents recovering from a failed civilization. We ve lost the ability to wrestle live alligators. Cant cut up a squirrel or hack a wild duck. Forgotten how to sing the deep song, seek the source where everything began. Tokyo, Friday, 06/19/09