Rescue Package
Glued to the news like Pryor to the pipe, who has time to write? The polls, what say the polls? And Lordy, did you hear what that fat woman said at that massive gathering of powerful, self-pitying white people? “I’m scared of the black fella with the funny name. Let’s kill him.”
The crowd’s cheers thundered across the rafters then, reverberating against their pitchforks.
Turn the channel and in minute by minute real-time, you can watch the disintegration of honest lives, the shattering of eggs, nesting and otherwise, the implosion of Iceland, the sheriff come round to evict the entire southern half of Ohio, the world as we know it expiring.
Make way for the $700 billion paddles! Clear! And again…Clear!
“Greed is good,” they told us and we believed them, and bought all the toys, the phones, the doowahickies, the houses and cars bigger than we could ever possibly need. We marched happily along, soldiers of bling, soldiers of fortune, bought apartments and flipped them, bought stocks and shorted them, put it all on the plastic and set that plastic drifting down the river, past the chemical factories spewing untreated waste. Down it drifted into the great big ocean, the great big “not my problem.”
“It’s not my problem.” Want another loan, son? Want another card?
Oh, but we have lived like children! The piper’s due to be paid!
Indeed.
Now, for those of us who have watched our life savings detonate and disintegrate like fireworks at a carnival, please don’t take this the wrong way but….could this maybe be a good thing? Could all this abyss-plunging be not just the final statement on a failed economic policy, but on a failed set of life priorities? We’ve put self before nation, equated the American dream with the bottom line….and maybe that just doesn’t wash! The economy created from that just doesn’t hold! Maybe we’re better than that!
Here at Gallaudet, there’s a community of people that on some days, at some moments, reflects another approach, one that values people before profits and etcetera other hoary clichés of brotherhood – so, naturally, its at the edge of its own abyss, facing extinction. (Now, mind you, I said some days – on others, people here are just as capable of reflexive, bitter, defensiveness, of lashing out at the Faceless Unfair Other Who Doesn’t Understand.) But still, sometimes, such as now in a computer lab full of young men and women with big dreams of a more accepting society, you look around and think: maybe the whole world should be deaf.
Live it all out in silence, brothers and sisters.
Live it out in silence so that we can never forget that the only thing that matters, that the thing were here for is connection, not conquest. The only thing. And when you lie on your deathbed the questions you will be asking yourself are not: who’s going to get the jetski and why didn’t I buy Google back in the day but: did I love well? Did I forgive?
My dearest, was I kind?
The crowd’s cheers thundered across the rafters then, reverberating against their pitchforks.
Turn the channel and in minute by minute real-time, you can watch the disintegration of honest lives, the shattering of eggs, nesting and otherwise, the implosion of Iceland, the sheriff come round to evict the entire southern half of Ohio, the world as we know it expiring.
Make way for the $700 billion paddles! Clear! And again…Clear!
“Greed is good,” they told us and we believed them, and bought all the toys, the phones, the doowahickies, the houses and cars bigger than we could ever possibly need. We marched happily along, soldiers of bling, soldiers of fortune, bought apartments and flipped them, bought stocks and shorted them, put it all on the plastic and set that plastic drifting down the river, past the chemical factories spewing untreated waste. Down it drifted into the great big ocean, the great big “not my problem.”
“It’s not my problem.” Want another loan, son? Want another card?
Oh, but we have lived like children! The piper’s due to be paid!
Indeed.
Now, for those of us who have watched our life savings detonate and disintegrate like fireworks at a carnival, please don’t take this the wrong way but….could this maybe be a good thing? Could all this abyss-plunging be not just the final statement on a failed economic policy, but on a failed set of life priorities? We’ve put self before nation, equated the American dream with the bottom line….and maybe that just doesn’t wash! The economy created from that just doesn’t hold! Maybe we’re better than that!
Here at Gallaudet, there’s a community of people that on some days, at some moments, reflects another approach, one that values people before profits and etcetera other hoary clichés of brotherhood – so, naturally, its at the edge of its own abyss, facing extinction. (Now, mind you, I said some days – on others, people here are just as capable of reflexive, bitter, defensiveness, of lashing out at the Faceless Unfair Other Who Doesn’t Understand.) But still, sometimes, such as now in a computer lab full of young men and women with big dreams of a more accepting society, you look around and think: maybe the whole world should be deaf.
Live it all out in silence, brothers and sisters.
Live it out in silence so that we can never forget that the only thing that matters, that the thing were here for is connection, not conquest. The only thing. And when you lie on your deathbed the questions you will be asking yourself are not: who’s going to get the jetski and why didn’t I buy Google back in the day but: did I love well? Did I forgive?
My dearest, was I kind?
posted by Josh at 6:52 PM
4 Comments:
absolutely brilliant.
I second jen...I think you should submit this to a paper so it can be more widely read.
Wonderful post!
Yes, I will want to know, "Was I kind?" and also, "Did I do enough to make the world a better place for others?"
Wonderful!!
wonderful bits there; really strong imagery and metaphors...
Did you read yesterday's NYTImes in the Sunday Style section about this election coupled with economic disaster = people just addicted to news? Sounds as if you can relate...
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