My head and my eyes are heavy and while I should be, say, resting them, I choose to sit here. Mesmerized. Thinking someone might actually be reading this, my sad excuse for human communication. At lunch today, I sat down to my leftover penne and vegetables my personal chef (my sister) made and did a couple Wuzzles and the Cryptoquip in the Star Tribune. A couple other employees came in. We each sat at our respective tables, the fellow to my left biting an apple, the lady to my right reading the paper, the buzz of the Coke machine filling the silence. No one spoke, and I thought, "this is what's wrong with America".
I mean, that's just scratching the surface, and I am a loner so I'm not above reproach, and I've only been to eight other countries so I am far from seasoned, but this type of behavior is pathologically unusual from a global perspective. In a world where no one needs anyone, no one takes social responsibility. If anyone fails, it is a direct reflection on themselves, maybe their family, but not necessarily society. We "pull ourselves up by our bootstraps", having not been that far down to begin with, all the while washing our hands of any obligation to those in need. It's Social Darwinism at it's finest. We drive our fancy luxury cars, own our second homes, spoil our kids, and blatantly neglect any onus we have to a global, even local community literally dying in front of our eyes.
Oh, the sweet smell of hegemony. Oh, the aroma of imperialism.
To quote Lauryn Hill, "It's time to change the focus from the richest to the brokest".
No comments:
Post a Comment