So let's knock one jenga free from the tower & see if it sways unto collapse, or-- as I suspect --the essential structure remains stable and may be built upon.
Politics have always been a side-of-the-eye fascination. I grew up baffled by the Reagan thing, and every four years since that applesauce-brained rapist retired I've been distracted with tracking the endless litany of crimes & malfeasance: the names, the missteps, the overwhelming mendacity. I'm not a fan of any of it.
I am also, it must be noted, not a registered voter. Because being a citizen of the u.s. is complicity enough, thanks. Don't make me party to things like, say, empire, or violations of the Geneva conventions. Include me out of the death march of civic responsibility that leads to where we are now. It's impossible to countenance any of it.
As of today, I think it's safe to say, it's over. There's no sense in pretending. We got where we are because we were always headed here, and it's been a merry little tromp to this precipice, but I'm going to just step aside and watch the rest of ya'll lemming it. The two-party system in America is at an end. There's no good guys. There are only evil drooling shitbirds in banker drag.
I'm not saying the final straw is / has been Gaza. Or the war on queerness. Or the great betrayal of women. Or the fact that this nation has race issues which cannot be comfortably, safely resolved without Clockwork Oranging at least a cool million evil white gun hoarders. Because there's intersections & overlaps of all this stuff: it's all final straws. It's been thirty-plus years of Final Straws. So many final straws you have no hope of detecting the camel beneath it-- because that swayback ol' camel had his eye on the Final Needle the entire time and is in fact strung out & having a nice Final Nod, somewhere well the fuck away from this barn-sized haystack of insults to human endeavor.
Politics is over, in America, and you have no-one to thank for it. There's no-one to thank, no-one to be grateful to, no-one to fete or appease. That isn't to say resistance is over & done, but as far as the great game of chess tiles, of red & blue states & pills, it is ended. There's no point in pretending this thing has anywhere to go, or any goal, that isn't directed toward death.
Politics is death. The republican party wants the physical, material deaths of anyone it doesn't deem worthy, and the democratic party wants the metaphysical, metaphorical death of its unprincipled opposition-- but you and I know who's winning. It's the guys who want to resurrect conversion therapy & ownership of women, the shitbirds who know waving a gun will get results, and the only result that matters to them is Fear. And, yeah. They've won.
I'm afraid. So are you. So fuck it. I'm going to stop being afraid of what I can't control-- and I can't control politics. Some fools once said "Politics is the art of controlling your environment," but that guy didn't believe in global warming. At least I'm fairly sure he didn't. Therefore I'm going to let the people who Believe In Politics be afraid. Let 'em. The republicans are plainly terrified out of their minds that they've been outed for all eternity as unfuckable boors, and the democrats are afraid once everything collapses they won't be able to monetize it, and I'm afraid, just as you're afraid, that the great american experiment is Game, Set, Match.
So why fear? The time wasted memorizing the names of climate denialists & sex monsters & chucklebrained techbros & memecoin hucksters, that could be spent on art which DOES afford control.
At the end of the day-- at the end of days, oh day of days --art is all. Art is a record of civilization. Art is an encoding, an overcoding, of sense on insensible endeavor.
Art is what I'm supposed to be here for.
I don't know what you're here for. But I know it's not fuckin' politics.
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