Dark Clouds Seek Silver Lining:

What does morning bring? It brings a deposit check from Mary Beth, who has reappeared after a week’s radio silence. I need to make a list of things to clean and fix before Saturday. I tend to tolerate idiosyncratic fixtures, and jerry rigged appliances, but I shouldn’t expect others to. Is “jerry rigged” a racist reference to on-the-fly German engineering? As in “This duct tape fix it job looks like it was rigged by one of those damn jerry’s”. We dehumanize and objectify those we have chosen to hate/kill by infantalizing them. Why is infanticide more tolerable? The adult has the “right” to discipline and punish in the master slave dialectic, but if you kill the slave you get no benefit. If you kill the slave you harm yourself, but if you kill an infant, who has no labor value, you do yourself no/less harm; and the infant is simply less person as identity and experience are intrinsically linked, many tribal cultures don’t name children until their first birthdays because infant mortality is so high. So apparently the morning brings Marx and Foucault into the wanderings of my mind.

Morning brings a run with the dog in a light rain. We ran down to the Delmar Loop, to the courthouse and the Masonic temple turned Scientology stronghold. I was thinking about Clinton giving speeches from those steps during each of his campaigns. I saw a bumper sticker yesterday that said, “Not all conservatives are war mongers!” Perhaps the tide will turn. If the republicans want to get a post election bump in the house and senate,
a democratic victory in the presidential election would probably help them maintain the gains they’ve made (more so than all this redistricting crap). A loss of the white house could be a long-term advantage for their party. I’m sure the more libertarian among them are thinking along those lines, there does seem to be a great deal of infighting over the worst deficit in US history. I can’t wait to see Fahrenheit 9/11.

Several weeks ago I was on a morning run and saw a “Reelect Bush” bumper sticker on a jeep, the jeep was parked in front of a mansion and it was blocking the driveway, I remember thinking, “This idiot is blocking his own driveway, blocking access for everyone including himself.” Nice image. On a macro level we could also say, “the car is in the way.” I love my car, I love to drive, but our dependence on oil as a society is crippling us, and the actual human body count from oil dependence has to be in the millions. This has been the bloodiest century in the history of the planet and most Americans are watching American Idol in total oblivious servile willful/conditioned ignorance. “Same as it ever was,” says Plato, and as Chris Knight observed in the film Real Genius, the final words of Socrates were, “I drank what?”