I’ve been in Fort Bragg, California for over 3 weeks now. I came to this remote coastal region of Northern California to reboot my brain, and slowdown my thought process for the year ahead. Los Angeles takes a lot out of a young man as you may have heard, or possibly experienced, and I must retreat annually to my hidden fortresses deep within the wilderness. For the most part, no one really has any idea where I am, and that’s just the way I like it. Time moves swiftly whether you’re having fun or not I’ve come to notice, and in no way am I saying that fun isn’t abundant, but this is not a tropical island. Some bars serve beer, other bars serve beer and wine, no Pina Colada this January. It’s quiet, there aren’t any women, there is no night life, there is no warm breeze, there is no chance of snow. It’s just windy cold coastal weather, but that’s exactly what I came here for. It’s cleansing. My mind races like a mad man’s, I pace back and forth, I run the beaches, staring at the pacific ocean, but there isn’t much to be seen. I don’t feel an incredible peace from the waves breaking on the shore, and the deer mindlessly wandering the meadows don’t remind me of a scene from a tranquil narrative, where I am the protagonist, and we are all one. I retract that statement, for I do believe we are all one, but like the organs in my own body, god only knows which one is going to attack me first.
So you don’t feel one with yourself? Is that what you were going to say? Maybe. How can I? I am now experiencing nausea, can you feel it? It’s our bodies revolting information. Eyes are the gateway to the soul, the doorway to marketing, and the guide that leads me to the toilet where I violently reject the force feeding of another years lies. The circle of shit is nothing but media purgatory, breeding incestual behavior, anxiety, hatred, depression, thoughts of doom, hopes of the apocalypse, and we’re just getting started. The media created the recession. It was as simple as slapping it on the front page of every paper in America. Fear is the worst of all four letter words, and it’s a dreadful state to live in. Being poor and losing money will never be “cool” and it leads a many to suicide, look at Wall-street or Las Vegas. What’s worse, is that you’re not going through some ridiculous manner to lose money, it’s just not there.
“In the immediate postwar years, the whole of Europe was in a recession. So first of all, it helped us step out of a recession; it gave a certain amount of speed to the economy. But that was the first step. ”
-Giovanni Agnelli
The world is obviously effected by our current affairs. Let’s call a “bowel movement” The United States of America declaring recession. We shit into our American toilet, and it’s a terrible god awful shit, a shit that could poison the the homeless on skid row in Downtown Los Angeles, a shit that could clear a Denny’s at 2AM in Arkansas. We flush. The stench remains, but at least that shit is going somewhere, somewhere else, and wherever it’s going, it’s sure to change the biological and natural order of things. Well let’s call the American sewer system, the “rest of the world”. By declaring recession we just took a shit on the “rest of the world”, and it may stink here right now, but thank GOD we have such good plumbing, because when it comes down to it, this recession is going to effect everyone, the whole world, and maybe, just like after World War 2, once everyone else is truly suffering, we’ll rise from our ashes or maybe not. I’m not worried either way. In the mean time, Barack Obama is to be inaugurated today as our 44th President, and he’s gotta wipe George Bush’s ass if he wants things to change, and we have to help him. It’s our duty as Americans to deal with our own and other people’s shit. Maybe we should learn to stop bitching, plug our damned noses and get dirty.
“If you think you know what the hell is going on, you’re probably full of shit.” - Robert Anton Wilson
