End of Days

Jun 24, 2010 01:41

I would be lying if I said I wasn't constantly thinking, worrying, even now, about the sustainability of my existence, and the lecherous acts of myself and the rest of the United States. Above all else is the most obvious problem, that of survival. I admit that I feel ashamed being jobless and homeless, forced to rely on others to help me through the current situation. I grew up with a bit of pride, and not all of it was shot down in the Crash. I learned to trust in myself more than my peers, to blaze forward with confidence and determination, and that the ultimate destination will leave you battered and weary, if even alive, should you ever reach it. This is the lowest point I have ever had to endure in the real world, free from make-believe satisfactions and fraudulent expectations. It's a low that is so pure, I can feel the pain every day, and I can't say I don't like it. It's a wonderfully refreshing feeling to know the unending pang of hunger, the unconditional servitude to the higher classes, and living every moment knowing that the very frail web on which my life now sits could be obliterated at any moment by just a casual hand-wave and some paperwork forms from the bourgeoisie and the bureaucrats.
The thing is, I'm not alone. This suffering on my own terms has the potential to reverse itself. I have my own savings, and I have support from my family, but much of this nation does not. Those people are forced to live off of nothing but debt, having been both encouraged and forced to do so by our social hierarchy. This debt is the very thing that drives unemployment and corrodes all businesses, yet the corrupt stand unscathed while the masses are only reassured that everything will be fine, one day. Perhaps that day will be when they are all dead, but one day, it will happen. Everyone wants to be the rich man, and their own selfishness drives their debt even further. The traditional family image that this country thrived upon after World War II is now destroying it.
I'd love to say that I've always been an activist, but regrettably it isn't so. I've always followed the lines, siding with mainstream parties, picking and choosing the lesser evil. Always follow the social norm, the expectations, I said. I didn't cause waves, and I still don't. Nobody did. This illusion that everything is flowing and will keep flowing forever is a big lie, and so everything within it is a lie as well. Success is a truth only for those who have already succeeded. This is our reality: the ousting of the workers and the domination of a single ruling class. They won't ever point a gun in my face, but I get robbed every day, and all I hear is that if I can't get by, I should borrow more, more, more. Rely on your neighborhood, on charity, on the government. Take everything for free, because this evades debt, as if somehow taking something without paying for it negates all production cost. Ultimately I've got a choice between going into personal debt until I declare bankruptcy and have what few items I own repossessed, or go into national debt where I will never gain employment again, and any money I have will become worthless anyways. Ah, I have an idea.. let's do both, all of us, together now.
Someday, everything will be ok.
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