Baby, We Won’t Be Broke Forever
“I thought about it and I realized that i might be part of the last generation that has experienced ‘normal life’ for some time… I try to think of positive things, you know, like I’m happy about what’s been happening with my writing. But in the face of the upcoming disaster everything seems futile.”
Harvey Pekar, American Splendour
Personally, I have been unable to allow myself to entertain the ramifications of this new 42 day detention fuckery, other than to note to my sad self that 42 days in a hole with no charge would pretty much destroy anybody’s life.
Similar with food and gas prices. The much maligned conspiracy pundits over at Prison Planet warned a year ago of Henry Kissinger’s plans for $200 a barrel oil, and the ramifications that would have for the West’s middle classes, let alone the rest of the world that was already bathing in shit.
A few months ago my girlfriend asked me why I hadn’t writing much about world affairs lately. My answer was, all the stuff I’d been screaming about my whole life was as in-thy-FACE now as it was going to be. Everybody knows shit is fucked the fuck up, and everyone knows, deep down, why that is. What am I gonna do, say, “shit’s fucked the fuck up!” Or, “told you so?” Post lists of Bilderburg attendees, as if that’s gonna help my freshly redundant Dad get a job?
I said, right now, I want to be positive.
There is enough Armageddon being screamed from every other rooftop. I wanna have a barbecue on mine. If the lights are going out, I’m not gonna be sitting in the dark crying. Me and my peoples are burning fires. We will dance round them and sing songs. We will tell each other stories. We will hang on to our humanity, because when it comes down to it, that’s all we have.
I believe that humanity is awesome, and I believe we’ve not even scratched the surface of our potential. I find that shit exciting. There’s no guarantee I’ll have a working computer in three weeks, let alone five years, so I’m writing, and making as many songs, videos, and animations as possible. I’m gonna do as many collaborations as I can. If you’re dope and you’re not a dick, I wanna work with you. If it doesn’t make us rich I don’t care. The way shit’s panning out, either you’re in the Boy’s Club with The Swine or you’re in the gutter with the Scum, and I know where I wanna be.
I have no future marching people into gas chambers. I’ve never been any god with authority and I don’t do company haircuts. So you can keep your gold trimmed membership card. I’ll be digging the earth and feeding my family with everyone else.
“True wealth,” rapped Dead Prez, “comes from good health and wise ways.” That, harmony with one’s natural environment, and real human relationships. And that’s what I’m switching my full attention to. Thats where I’m going. I’ve developed a lot of bad habbits during my tenure in the last moments of our civilization, and they’re gonna be hard to break, so all help will be appreciated.
I’m looking forward to the future, whatever it holds. I’m looking forward to all the cool stuff we’re gonna do together. A billion and one truly fucking awful things are gonna happen to each and every one of us, and they’ll make whatever joy we find in between all the sweeter.
- Oh swell!
- Pop Socks
- WATCH: Akira The Don VS Raekwon 2: On Cuban Linx 2, The ODB, and Shaolin VS Wu-Tang
- Kanye On South Park: “I GOT A LONG ROAD AHEAD OF ME TO MAKE PEOPLE BELIEVE I’M NOT ACTUALLY A HUGE DOUCHE”
- Zombie Fightclub This Sunday
- GOOD!
Tags: $200 a barrel, 42 day detention fuckery, Armageddon, Bilderburg, dead prez, fuckery, Harvey Pekar, Henry Kissinger, humanity
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many many links for you, adam. Please take them, while all our computers still work.
when they don’t, i will miss you.
when you say ‘reader-listener’ in your podcasts, i know your talking to each and every one of us. yet, you never say it plurally – and so… you’re talking just to me. : ) even it’s ‘buy my tshirt!’ (dude, i’m saving, srsly)
make sure you have human relationships,
make sure you have a STORY.
make sure you know how to get food. the world’s fucking full of it! mother nature don’t lock that shit up!
look, this is coming from a hypocrit who knows this stuff, but doesn’t apply it.
if you apply it, i will too.
please?
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June 13th, 2008 at 12:24 pm
That is probably one of the most insightful and truthful things that you have written in some time. Not only are we, as a people, more aware of the declining state of general affairs and the corruption which penetrates our everyday lives, we have also, never been as complacent. Who cares if the mass media has been exposed as a colourful spokesperson for the top minds and businesses in the world? Why should it matter, you can get a big tv, you can get the internet, you can get store cards or waste your time away playing Grand Theft Auto all day. We are satisfied with our distractions, we will happily sit and play whilst the world crumbles around us. Maybe some of us have realised that the fight cannot be won, maybe some of us feel there is still hope, but alas, there appears to be none. Let us who will be undoubtedly be left out of the golden circle take thanks in the fact that we have our minds. As a generation, we have a voice like no other that has preceeded us. We have the platform to exchange ideas, to form alliances, but it will all be in vain. We must merely find a legitamite way to justify our own existance, to take from life what will make us truly happy and not to accept the doctrine that has been forced on so many before us. If we search for it, there is an understanding to be found, some sense to be in this existance. We need to use that knowledge to make the best lives possible for ourselves and our loved ones, let the world burn outside. If you know you have done all you can to make your time on this earth worthwhile, it will not have been for nothing. Sleep well. Colin.
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June 13th, 2008 at 1:30 pm
Is it bad that I’ve been burying my head recently?
I used to read about 15 newspapers a day from all over the world, scouring for things to write about. I used to go to demonstrations, protests, marches, the lot. I used to be involved, in whatever small way I could be. (Usually as a writer, an editor, a graphic designer, or general office person….)
Now look at me… I still glance at a few newspapers a day, mostly checking the obituaries to see if there’s anyone I know. The articles are too much to deal with. It’s like I’m afraid that if I read the details about all the shit that’s happening, it’ll make it really real, really true.
I feel a tinge of guilt for not being on the ground back home, leading up to a historic election. After working so hard on the last two, only to have that dickwad and his cronies steal the damn things, it’s just disheartening. But still… I feel I should be there.
Anyway, to wrap this up before dinner burns and I’ve wasted money we don’t have, part of what I’ve always liked about your music, A, is that you can attach a sense of humour to the political. God knows we’ll implode and be useless if we take it all so damn seriously.
We all have to just keep doing what we’re doing to survive, to get by, to stay as sane as possible in such a fucked up world.
And that’s why I’m going to sit down tonight, have a nice dinner, a few ales, watch some crap TV (I hope Mario gets evicted!), maybe finish a few crosswords, and fret over festival preparations.
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June 13th, 2008 at 6:33 pm
Im gonna keep my comment short
” fuckin eh’ ”
That is all.
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June 14th, 2008 at 5:58 am
Church. Jeff Wells just posted something typically insightful on the subject ( http://rigint.blogspot.com/2008/06/master-of-our-domain.html )
“So this is my dilemma, and my paralysis. It’s not every day you get to spectate the real-time collapse of a planetary civilization and biosphere. (Or, I suppose I should say, I remember a time when it wasn’t.) But watching this unfold with fascination feels complicit and worse than if I were blithely ignorant, and analyzing it at this seeming late stage futile and ridiculous. What’s important now, what’s more important than ever, are the close-to-home matters: being a good father and husband, and learning how to best cushion the crash of our coddled urban lives.”
Cheers for the links Kat… Peace Plus Love Am Byth to all.
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June 15th, 2008 at 3:39 pm
Hippy
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June 16th, 2008 at 11:21 am
“I wasn’t offended by it, because a hippie is a nigga who smoke weed and play the guitar. Shit, I smoke weed and play the guitar.”
RZA
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June 16th, 2008 at 1:01 pm
Amen to that.
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June 16th, 2008 at 3:40 pm