I made the mistake of attempting to actually watch the NCCA playoff game tonight. Yes, on television. OMG. How do you people actually stomach that electronic bar mitzvah? I haven't had that kind of blood pressure peak since that time I was knocked off the freeway in a compact car by a semi. And it was almost as enjoyable. Shit. If that loud offensive horseshit doesn't piss you off...you aren't in this world...I don't know what world TV watchers are in...but I don't think it has humans in it. I literally felt ill.
It's like that night I was hungry. I mean I hadn't eaten anything for like 30 hours or something...I was driving and it was 3am. The only thing open at that ungodly hour is...you guessed it...McDonalds. I pulled around to the drive through and made the mistake of rolling down my window. The smell of that...I dunno what they call it...food, I guess...hit me square in the face and I start dry-retching. This is not an exaggeration. Nothing to barf. Just my body trying to reject that smell, I guess. I hadn't eaten at a Mickey Dees for at least a decade. I discovered why.
But it is more profound than that. It is a matter of tolerance. You can startle yourself when you opt out of something for a while, then try it again. You can see immediately that your previous choice of abstinence was probably the correct one. I realize that using the word "abstinence" here(normally used in reference to sex),may seem a bit odd. But I think it fits. You can build up a tolerance for being screwed in any orifice. You can build this tolerance for the most disgusting things, if you are constantly exposed to them. TV. Bad films. Bad music. Fake food. Jews.
Which are the purveyors of the above mentioned items...and a lot more that we have grown "used to". Things that no human in their right mind would even acknowledge, let alone participate in. But kosher money-making enterprises kept in our line of site on a daily basis, wear down human resistance...and they know that. You know that. So why don't we just stop the music at the source? Go and strangle or at least threaten to throttle the DJ.
Some of us do.
Holy Shit...what the hell is wrong with us?
Needless to say, I didn't even finish watching that game. It was probably rigged anyway...most all sport is nowadays. Rigged by the man for shekels. Shame really...I like basketball.
But I worry about our young. Not in this world really...they know how to navigate here...who's ass to kiss. Though I see no rebellion. Maybe it's because they didn't have our music to make them stop and think...I dunno.
If we older folks had somehow beat the judaic sometime in the past and rid the world of his greed. If we then had constructed an almost perfect world without his influence...and our youth rebelled against us and the world we had strove to attain...I would applaud them. They would then be the gatekeepers that would keep us on the straight and narrow. There is room for protest in the most unlikely of places. There is room for little else here and now.
But I see none of that. On the whole. From our youth. I see acquiescence. I see purchase. Genuflection. I see tolerance.