For decades the plutocrats have been building a global economy based on principles and practices straight from La-La Land and now they are surprised, shocked, and awed the whole thing is going ker-flooey.
They've sucked the earth dry of natural resources, oil is the poster child, and now are wondering why they are going away.
They inject greenhouses gases into the ecology and wonder why the planet is getting warmer.
They divert food into fuel and are then surprised by bread riots.
They stuff kids full of starch, fats, and sugars and complain their children exhibit psychological and physiological dysfunctions.
They release carcinogens into the atmosphere and marvel at the dramatic increase in cancers.
They create smog and puzzle at people dropping dead of pulmonary diseases.
One can only stare in bemusement.
i have recently come to the conclusion that the healthiest survival trait these days is to cultivate an connoisseur's appreciation for absurdity...
there is tremendous resistance to this from the part of the brain that insists that life must make sense.
resistance is futile...
the connection between cause and effect is totally incomprehensible to the average humanoid...
my favourite-of-the-day:
sending negroponte to advise musharref on what to do next...
ROFLMAO!!!
excuse me, i must concentrate on a report concerning the russian government trying to extract some religious cultists from their barricaded stronghold in a cave, where they are threatening to blow themselves up with their children if anyone tries to winkle them out.
sometimes life's surreality has a hollow tone...
emotions crash together like storm crosscurrents in a windy bay.
one day calm will return, imsh'allah.
kismet ~Government budget deficits are not nearly as dangerous as the deficits we have created in vital and complex natural systems.~ Naomi Klein.
But where have we seen this before? Maybe Nguyen van Thieu, maybe the Shah of Iran, maybe Ferdinand Marcos. Time to leave old friend that's our best advice. Should a told you before but couldn't quite manage it, priorities and all. I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell. _ Blood Sweat & Tears
Gore Vidal had it right, though, it's entertainment of a sort, a really twisted sort, and another hero of mine, Kurt Vonnegut, said (paraphrasing) that we're all just here to entertain ourselves, so if I can't trust my heroes, where am I going to turn? I really enjoyed the posts above, so I guess EuroTrib is one of those "turn to" places. Back into my shell now.
Karen in Austin after several gin and tonics.
Nighty-night, as we say in (loathesome) Texas 'tis strange I should be old and neither wise nor valiant. From "The Maid's Tragedy" by Beaumont & Fletcher
sometimes life's surreality has a hollow tone
I remain firmly convinced we are living in a screenplay written by Andre Breton based on a story by Franz Kafka.
It's the director I can't get a handle on.
Speaking of the Absurd ...
I'm looking for the title of a film I saw some decades ago, as I'd like to see it again. It was French or French Canadian production, shot in black and white. Basically, it was about a 'hard boiled detective' type wandering through various scenes. The only scene I can describe is one where a rebel walks forward on a diving board, is shot, and women divers do a 'Busby Berkeley' sequential dive into the pool, and hold him down until he drowns. I saw it in the 70s but I think it was shot in the 50s -- but I could be wrong.
Does anyone know of this?
