Some days
I feel like
I’m on
A slow boat
To China
Then it hits me
More like
Being water boarded
In America
My life is generally at a pretty relaxed pace, and with this I have no complaints. However, when I look at the state of the world, it seems that we are amidst an excruciatingly long process characterized by a big dose of denial and a shockingly resilient lack of self-awareness on the way to a place I’m sure that not very many people actually want to go. I like the China reference in the slow boat to China phrase, because the conventional wisdom seems to be that the Chinese culture and economy is a juggernaut, not a particularly desirable one, but probably one that has to be emulated in the race to the bottom. And, as they say: “If you keep going the same direction, you’ll end up where you’re headed.” In the battle to maintain a positive consciousness in what seems to be a herd of lemmings heading toward a cliff, occasionally this experience fits the old war adage: hours of boredom punctuated by sheer terror. However, when the terror and torture hits, it is increasingly in the states, both blue and red (also states of mind), as opposed to overseas. For what we send out into the world eventually comes home to roost. Unfortunately, terror is a brother to fascism (though I am not sure which one is the big brother). So, how does one cope when waterboarding comes to America? I’m guessing that the answer involves more than just surfing the internet…
