Impoverishment 1

Impoverishment is like a skipped record, it keeps coming around, goes right, comes around, goes right, times a million. You can name all kinds of, styles of, and approaches to impoverishment: impoverishment of the environment, spiritual impoverishment, richness as impoverishment, poverty and impoverishment, impoverishment and prosperity as the two faces of globalization, insurance as preventing impoverishment, deprivation, pauperization, destitution, and then there's empowerment.

There's the god awful news coming out of Iraq, 50 blown up in a car bomb, maybe 100, maybe 10 from some suicide bomber, some crazed s.o.b. riding a wave of impoverishment mixed with all kinds of hideous rage. We used to say stuff like he blew up at me, she went off on him. The suicide bomber is riding rage like few have known. Washington offers nothing except platitudes and public relations soaked political garbage, and of course more war, or a better war. How brainless do you have to be to even listen to that crapola at this point. Newt Gingrich telling people they just don't have the guts to fight it out and see the light. You crazy ass, what are you doing with such a big megaphone. What jackass decided that this retread was news worthy?

You have to be completely oblivious to not feel the tangible impoverishment of America. You name the kind of, style of, and approach to and its there. If your not making a huge pile of garbage in the form of poison proof packaging, UPS boxes, used cell phones, and pounds of plastic, where did my life go?

There are people in Washington that believe in creative destruction. Read about it. It gets me too irritated to think about it especially since this was one of the bright boy models that caused the Iraq War to begin with. Its something like the small K-Mart filled with more junk than you could ever want, gets blown up, the debris hauled to some landfill disaster zone, then we rebuild a new megastore monster with 50 times more junk than the junk you didn't need before.

You know, its the spiritual impoverishment that is the real stinker. Getting suckered in by the over stuffed advertising nation. After all advertising is a nation, isn't it? Its the virtual nation of product, persona, species, war, sex, porno, career, portfolios, image, all of that floating and entwined in our molecules. Waking into the shadow side of that nightmare isn't fun, is it. And its so damn sticky, that happy thrill of a new sneaker-TV-computer-car-fridge-thing-thing. Less is more but only if you are in the top 1%, not the economic top 1%, the truly adept and mature 1%, otherwise the record is gonna skip soon.

I'll work on this, its rough I know. But I had to start, I'm bugged lately, must be the heat, too many jackasses.

image by William Sande