Dude where's my Apocalypse?
We the lost and misguided,
Children the odd 80's and the college 90's were raised on TV and Movies and MTV. The last of the pre-cell phone offspring. The kids that brought forth the internet from BBS wildcat dial-ups to AOL and Netscape. We sat in darkened rooms beating our Commodore 64s and Apple IIes with Basic and modem chimes and chirps. Screaming Mothers and Father about phone lines tied up again and They never come out of there. Don't they need air?
The Entire time being fed the tales of Mad Max and Night of the living dead. We were made promises by a twisted society about moieties that never appeared. Fear and food gave us belief, and we gobbled it all up. This festering bubble of angst and who cares made us the fuck off generation. All you baby bumblers made us and the malaise made us angry. Everything fed straight to the brain. Greed is good but only if you Free willy and put a tail fin on a dolphin. No wonder years we were like frothing into Grunge from old classic Punk (Our Older siblings Listened to, Yea God save the queen!). And still secretly watching the Andy show at night huddled into crappy cardboard box yuppy dens.
And here the lone hero - Bunch of Crap! Rocketanski always got right back in the ol black and roared into the night. The world itself our only true enemy. Only fair damn it, We killed it by making the movie Medicine man and then it turns around and kills us right back in 2011. Which failed to meet our appetite for end of the world destruction. What is it about a 2 1/2 year cycle now for the news telling us it's the end again. But we're too stupid to remember anything or Do we? I think we are hoping all this crap comes to a grinding, screeching halt. DC al Fin.
We were jipped! They told us that all these crazy things were going to end us (well most of us). So long to the suckers PT Barnum, we've finally let go. Let it spin outta control - the center does not hold - not with a bang but a whimper. Yea bring it on all that shit. Cause then a humble quiet washing machine repair man can lead the Army of the 8 and roam the countryside. He will re-make the world, well in his crack pot way. But damn it, it will be his and he can do it. If and only if we as a species can shoo the flies off the picnic as it were. Just round up and shove a good 2/3rds in the hole. Let freedom ring.
Ignore all the blood and corpses. They just stink up our dream of wild and crazy cars running on corn brew flying across the plains. I was almost going to say they never showed end of the world flicks at the coast. Ha Waterworld - You can count on my boy Tu Tonka to come up with that one. Ok back off track here. I think you guys feel it too. The call of the Coward running from meat crazy people but give me time. You shut down all the Walmarts in the midwest and you'll see in less than 48 hours a mob of meat crazy people (maybe not zombies but worst) Coming house to house looking for your hidden can of Spam. That could be us. But only if the news lets us feel the safety again. The Artificial fear they spread floods the market for all other feelings. So we worry about eggs and meat. Toilet paper availability: it's not the price but the wiping certainty that really get em going. If it were price we'd stopped using gas long ago. So yes fear suppressed the natural ability to have real calamity in our lives.
And in Bethlehem the beast creeps silently and puts up a Tent on the side of the street then shits on the sidewalk. Now I don't blame the human; He is a mess. The ease with which our culture turns away and lets the real cause slip away is the true crime here. We have no Alpha or Apex Predator. I watched never cry wolf. The only thing disney has done in decades that is worth it (besides Tron). And the Black Hole. Sorry I digress, The arrival of the HyperReal Obscures our Grasp on The Real. Push the simulation into Hyperreal.
I still feel like they owe me an Apocalypse. That chance to break the bonds that we shackle ourselfs with. The squirrel will dash back into the road at the last second for the thrill of survival or he's just nuts. Here we are looking outward and inward into the void which surrounds us. Yes it's in there too. For all you craven fear driven chattle cattle. The dark at the end of the tunnel. What now? I leave you with a quote from Pump Up the Volume. We live in a totally exhausted decade, with No one to look up to and nothing to look forward to.
Till the next end of the world.
