Saturday, September 27, 2008
The Road to Hell
Honestly, even though it was the political climate that compelled me to begin this accursed endeavor, I really wanted to divest myself into areas of passion and avocation-- guitars... photography... hardboiled crime fiction. But, like The Godfather III's elder Michael, each time I try to get out, they pull me back in.
I am not going to rant about Sarah. Lord knows, she has gotten in way over her addled little head and will implode all by herself. I am not going to kvetch about lame duck Bushie and his dark partner, Cheney. When they make the movie (not by Oliver Stone, who used up his 15 minutes a long, long time ago), he will be played by the ghost of Goering. I have nothing to say about McCain. He is a pathetic little man, who uses imprisonment by the VC as cred to be pres. You vote for him, you deserve him. No, what ails me greatly at the moment is the fact that the senate overwhelmingly voted for offshore drilling and... throwing billions at the auto industry... in a Saturday session, no less. Certainly, this vote and the anticipated disaster as a result is bipartisan in nature. More than enough myopic blame to go around.
I debated starting off with a pic of anti-semitic Mel as Mad Max. Viggo as the protagonist in Cormac McCarthy's The Road would be more apt. I said to Bea tonight that I am glad we don't have kids and she replied that she has thought the very same thing lately. What we will be leaving the next generation? Fossil fuel is finite. The very earth we live on is also finite. Bea says that every day we live on the planet, we destroy it a little more. The ways of "civilization" prevents it from it replenishing itself. It has a limit and once it reaches it, that's it. Like a Looney Tunes cartoon-- at the end, it is "th-th-th-that's all, folks." Do I sit here and condemn the members of the senate for allowing--no, promoting--this horrifc bill to be passed? Why? I will leave that to the myriad bloggers, pundits and armchair generals. Me? I am glad I live where I live. I feel sometimes like the Michael Caine characer in Children of Men-- without the pot. Contrary to some opinions, I did not run from Los Angeles. But neither will I mince words: I left, of my own volition. The stagnant autmotive traffic, the air quality and general quality of life had deterioriated so during my 26+ year stay that it became increasingly uninhabitable. Way too many people. And the climate of fear and street violence has grwon to unmanagable levels. I am comfortably isolated now.
But back to the issue (today's oil/automobile bailout): Did Ford, GM and Chrysler not see this coming? Building cars that depend on fossil fuel is aimed at making the short bucks. It is more than short-sighted. It aids and abets the demise of the planet, pure and simple. Okay, yeah-- I drive a car that needs unleaded gas. Give me an alternative and I will be there like that. It's a little like when Saint Lenny said, "if you are going to pay me $50,000 to work the Fremont Hotel and $50,005 to work the Christian Science Reading Room, I'm in the Reading Room... like that." I am just picturing dropping what? Like $350.00 a night for an ocean view room at the Fontainbleau in Miami to be able to see the pool... and the oil platform from my room? Polar bears are committing acts of cannibalism to stay alive as their disappearing habitat, while the potential vice-president claims foreign experience because she can see Russia from her house. Where is Howard Beale when you need him? This is not a joke, people. This is some scary shit. The planet is at stake. This is much more than red state and blue state. You can bitch and moan that the Democatic candidate is (gasp) a black man, and we can't have that. But, you know what? It doesn't matter. Birds washed up on the shore covered in 10/30 weight is just the beginning. Every speculative/sci-fi novel you have read is coming true. This ain't no religious apocalyptic vision. This is much more banal. It is McCarthy's Road. A meltdown of morality and civility. The clouds will gather and the rain will burn...this is the beginning of the end. Fasten your seatbelts. This is going to be a bumpy ride.
A few lines from Chris Rea--
Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman
By the side of the road
With a face that i knew like my own
Reflected in my window
Well she walked up to my quarterlight
And she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure paralysed me in my shadow
She said 'son what are you doing here
My fear for you has turned me in my grave'
I said 'mama i come to the valley of the rich
Myself to sell'
She said 'son this is the road to hell'