Po
Boy Views
By
Phil
LaMancusa
Woke
Or
The
40% Solution
We’re all being media fed from both of Mother America’s
breasts two completely different fantastical realities; one reality showing the
world that seems positively plausible and one that is kicking us in the crotch.
Fantasy fed and reality reamed. The revolution will be televised and we won’t really believe it--- until we turn
off the set, look out of our windows and see that it’s already happened and we’ve
lost. What it is, what it was and what it
shall be.
TV,
on the one hand, tells us that we have a Madame Secretary, a Veep, and a gun
slinging ass kicking woman government agent (Homeland) who are gonna save us
all from threats to our liberties; real and imagined, foreign and domestic.
Look out bad guys; we’re comin’ to get you, wearing high heel shoes and a low
neck sweater.
Newsroom, West Wing, Boston Legal, Luther, Sherlock, Person
of Interest, Law and Order SVU, The Equalizer, House of Cards and even Dexter.
We watch like perverts at a peep show. Mess with us and we’ll bring in the big
guns and beat you at your own game, we’ll sneak in with might as our right and
let you have it with a shiv between your ribs and a boot to your bread basket;
lights out, nobody home. Right will talk and wrong will run. These shows go
back as far as you can remember: Miami Vice, Dragnet.
We have this overwhelming need to see wrongs righted, to
watch the downfall of those that would trample our lives, liberties and the
pursuits of our happiness’s; turn on the tube, we’ve got a hero ready to fight
for us and a happy ending. Turn off the television and what do we have? Bupkis.
On the tube the police have forensics, they take finger
prints, have line-ups, wiretaps, grill suspects, catch bad guys and are
relentless in their integrity, dignity and evenhanded fairness, some even fall
in love; but, woe to bad cops, even they’ll get theirs before we fade to black.
What do we have in reality land? Don’t get me started.
We’re tied to our sets by the cable umbilical cord. We
like to watch shows where people can sing, dance and survive better than we ever
could; we like to watch pitiful people in pitiful conditions try to overcome
things like weight, intelligence, dexterity and movement/control of one ball with
energy and intensity capable of powering a third world country’s power grid.
Well, you admit, ‘I
know life ain’t like that’; ‘it’s just an escape’; ‘I’m just passing time’;
‘it’s a much needed diversion’. It’s
all too true, but, what about the rest of our lives? In the rest of our lives we
are incredulous that immeasurably worse things are happening around and to us in real time. And we’re confused as to
how to work this; we got no badges,
we have no power and we don’t look good in high heel shoes and a low neck
sweater; we’re caught up in the movie, in the real life moment and we haven’t been given the script.
The world is on the brink of nuclear disaster, the
economy has tanked, the courts are taking away our hard earned rights, they’re confiscating
rosary beads from immigrants and putting kids in cages; what the !@^#*&%%!?
What do you want from me? The world
is starving, the planet is warming, we’re killing off species and children are
being sold into slavery; the way we treat animals and each other borders on
satanic, and I’ve got no idea what I’m gonna fix for dinner. Cars, critters,
careers, kids and flesh eating amoeba; by my estimations fully 40% of the
population (maybe more) are more concerned and focused on simply surviving than
are those pushing to save the chimps, whales, reproductive rights or our environment.
As you may have noticed, changing the world is a job for
the young and the old; no one in the middle has time away from the ever
spinning treadmill of life to rally, march, communicate or even pay attention
to the chaos that is dooming our planet and our lives. I see folks with kids
and I haven’t the remotest idea how they have time for anything else in their
lives, let alone finding the solution to the greed motivated political
geothermal level sugar rush tsunami hara-kiri that our so called leaders are
pushing us into headlong and head first.
The young and the old have time on their hands; however,
it appears that the more the young want to change things, the more the old want
America to carry on business as usual. New thoughts and solutions are coming up
from the bottom while resistance to change keeps pushing back from the top and
I’m here in the middle trying to get my rent in on time and still put food on
the table, make dentist appointments, get the car tuned (in case of evacuation),
do laundry and get heartworm meds for Fido. Even nightly news has to be set
before me in knee jerk sound bites. And to what end?
Voter turnout is pitiful at best. Things are never going
to change until the middle 40% can afford to live comfortably and with time free
enough to ponder (and do something) about the condition our condition is in,
time enough to make their voices heard loud enough and show up at the polls in
numbers enough to effect a better world for us and our children.
