Dear Mole, Six Bills

sasquatch

It’s funny, but every time I think I’ve given up hope for our species, something happens that makes me feel even more hopeless, proving that I had not yet reached a nihilistic point of no return.  This week, as I’m sure you’re aware, a bevy of credible witnesses laid out for Congress in no uncertain terms the unprecedented and proven crimes of the pretend POTUS.  Most dramatically, an ambassador named Dr. Fiona Hill utilized her opening statement to eloquently eviscerate the GOP members of the chamber for propagating long-debunked Russian-originated conspiracy theories in their ridiculous questions.  And then…to a man, every single GOP member proceeded to double down on propagating long-debunked Russian-originated conspiracy theories in their ridiculous questions.  This, of course, was to be expected, but after the public hearings wrapped up and everyone in the nation had heard from extremely reliable sources that Trump is an imminent danger to the country and the world, SUPPORT FOR TRUMP AND AGAINST THE INQUIRY WENT UP!!!!

This may finally represent the straw that collapsed the proverbial dromedary for me.   Here we are, as a species, at the height of our potential, able to contemplate incredible possibilities for the future of mankind thanks to our increased knowledge and technological capabilities.  War, pestilence and preventable death are at historic lows.  And yet, I believe we’re doomed.  We’re doomed because we CHOOSE to be doomed.  All of that manufactured “meaning” has become so important to people that proven facts and the evidence of the senses are dismissed out of hand if the reality they reveal is incompatible with our imaginary “purpose”.  We don’t even care if our “purpose” is good, bad or neutral anymore, as long as we have one.  We will, in the very near future, assure our own extinction.

Thank god for that.

In his novel “Gallapagos”, Kurt Vonnegut beautifully illustrated your point about our intellectual capacity actually serving as the biggest threat to our survival.  He dreamed of a process of de-evolution to dispense of the self-destructive potential of overthought culminating in a dumber, slightly furrier version of ourselves with a much greater capacity for happiness.

Out here in Albuquerque, we have all sorts of ancient petroglyphs etched into the volcanic rock on the outskirts of the city.  The residue of the first examples of human self-importance, but no less fascinating for being so.

You make a good point about the weight of a vehicle crushing the organic majority of Colonel Austin’s body.  Here’s another good point about The Six Million Dollar Man: it’s established right in the title that in 1970s dollars, it cost $6 million to give Steve a bionic arm, eye and leg(?).  A few seasons into the show, we’re introduced to Sasquatch, who is also, curiously, bionically endowed.  Who in the fuck decided to spend several million dollars to enhance the limbs of a mythical forest-dwelling primate?  Think on that one.

Fantasy, in whatever form each of us find most pleasing, is essential, for exactly the reasons I delineated in the body of this letter.  Having washed my hands of silly sociopolitical concerns and even hope for my own species, I still largely enjoy the act of existing and this is largely due to my ability to suspend disbelief, with the understanding that I’m doing so, and enjoy the work of other people’s imaginations.

But if even fantasy gets stale, is there anything else?  Believe it or not, I think there is.  Kindness to others, just for the sake of it.  I’m not so good at that, admittedly, but if a challenge is what’s called for in my life of extreme leisure, perhaps this is it.  Do you agree?  Might I not enjoy myself immensely if I fashioned myself into some kind of self-styled modern day Robin Hood?  Or should I just cut my losses and check when the next episode of iCarly is airing on TeenNick?

Again,

‘Mudge


5 responses to “Dear Mole, Six Bills

  • Phil Huston

    The real crime is that our govering bodies and those therein continue to waste money on lawyers and research assistants and slog away hsitrionically at each other over bullshit dogmatic concenrs and get absolutely. Nothing. Done. Forget supporting candidates, support term limits. Like Logan’s Run or Soylent Green. Remove the idiotic lesians barking at each other like two dollar watchdogs and see if we can go back to that by the people and for the people thing instead of letting partisan groups of all flavors rewrite history and steal us blind.

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  • Tom Being Tom

    A friend of mine all but took a swing at me this weekend when I couldn’t see that the inquiry in Congress was proven a sham this week. I can only assume he watched the Hannity capsule of the hearings and not the hearings themselves to come to that conclusion. But he was beside himself and adamant about how the “greatest president ever” has single-handedly saved the economy (and all of humanity) and how he is the victim of so much hate after giving up so many billions to sacrifice himself to us all for the greater good. Our savior. Being crucified.

    I debunked him and, instead of taking a swing, he turned red, yelled, and stormed off.

    He later apologized for getting so angry and asked if we could agree to disagree (and avoid talking politics). But still. Wow.

    The most disheartening this this week was this:

    SUPPORT FOR TRUMP AND AGAINST THE INQUIRY WENT UP!

    It did. You’re right. We’re doomed.

    And yet, I persevere. Even believe things can and will get better. I suppose I must. But days like those make it harder to validate my optimism.

    At any rate, go Rams.

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  • mydangblog

    Both his legs are bionic. I loved how in the show, they would use slow motion to make it seem like he was running REALLY fast. A very good metaphor for humanity, I think.

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  • D. Wallace Peach

    It is almost impossible for me to get my head around Trump supporters. It’s so disorienting, as if reality is irrevocably warped. I like your challenge: “Kindness to others, just for the sake of it.” I think that may be the best way to live while our leaders and their devotees march us toward extinction.

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  • Anonymole

    (How could Steve run fast with only one bionic leg? Hobble bionically? Silly me.)

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