Global Events

Living life through the telepresence media extension of the internet and social media has made me a shotgun sidekick in the battlefronts raging throughout the Arab world as well as the recent apocolyptic footage of the natural disasters destroying northern Japan. What really feels important anymore? Personal selfishness, material obsession, and the futile climb up throughout the corporate structure has been nuetral in just the first 3 months of 2011. Watching hundreds of thousands of people take to the streets in protest to a systematic state of political affairs has been uplifting and yet at the same time surreal in nature. The domino effect US adminstrations of the 1950's had so heavily promoted that was suppose to take place throughout South East Asia in an idological embrace of communism never materialize but found tread throughout all of Northern Africa from Morocco to Egypt citizen are fed up with being ingored, discounted, and marginalized. All the propaganda, the wars, and smoke screen foriegn policy of the last 50 years has become a black hole on the conscious of the human mind. A lobotomy of the frontal lobe the net result to desensitize the western world to care about anything outside of what the fantasy playland of the well off can shove down the throats of its citizens and buy it we did.

My entire lifetime has transcended from Walter Kronkite to CNN and now to Twitter as the rush toward instantenous information moves from the fast lane to the interstellar corridor. Maybe it has become slightly addictive as the means of obtaining details ranging from global chaos to posting regarding people's pets inflitrate the web, the mind, and the everpresent need to distract ourselves from the trappings of the daily workplace. I am no longer sure if compassion or need drives me to focus undivided attention on the latest explosion in a nuclear facility in northern Japan or view Youtube videos of police in the nation of Yemen appearing to be firing live ammunition into throngs of protestors. This epidemic of high speed voyuerism feels like it is starting to spin out of control. Tsunami waves washing over farming communities, sweeping away cities in matters of minutes starts to take on pornographic qualities. The sheer idea of watching the live broadcast of the wave moving toward the coast a few days ago felt more like a Hollywood film than a actual tragedy. Of course there were emotions, disbelief, and a heighten sense of personal mortality which induced a state of nasuea in an attempt to process the loss of human life taking place on the television screen that night.

All nightmares pass, right? The illusion shall move on like a storm front onto the next village. It was not too surprising that many people around me at the time seemed more consume by the video poker machines at the bar then the earthquake, yet with alcohol to dull the mind what did anything these people thought or cared about really matter. These types had no interest in others, only in trying to find ways to beat the system and when those opportunities dried up, revert back to the reliable standby of self medication with a strong chaser of misdirection. Time took a vacation in this establishment, no one around me could either live or die anymore, just merely bid their time working for paper checks with black ink that offered them temporary relief from the pain of being born into a world of 6 billion people who all have to fight like rival clans of ants for a bit part in the theater production of reality. It might be easier to sit on half built cinder block fences drunk out of one senses at 4 in the afternoon waiting for the role of a lifetime to materialize or punch the glass screens of video poker machines after losing 3 thousand dollars of their bosses money, but I prefer to walk through the crowds, talk to dangerous strangers, and mad angelical geniuses hiding in the work force to hide the emotion, the pain, and the fury of living substandard dreams while selling our souls in the process.