maybe i am the faggot america; or, how irony and perversion seems to be taking over my life
ok, so i'm about six months behind the times, i realize, bc i should have made these comments when this album first came out, but i have to just let you all know what an amazing album greenday's 'american idiot' is. genius, pure genius.
and just bc this song is so amazing, i'll put the lyrics to 'american idiot' here:
dont want to be an american idiot
dont want a nation under the new mania
can you hear the sound of hysteria?
the subliminal mind fuck america
welcome to a new kind of tension
all across the alienation
where everything isnt meant to be ok
television dreams of tomorrow
we're not the ones meant to follow
for that's enough to argue
maybe i am the faggot america
i'm not a part of the redneck agenda
now everybody do the propaganda
and sing along to the age of paranoia
dont want to be an american idiot
one nation controlled by the media
information age of hysteria
calling out to idiot america
the one line that really resonated with me recently was the 'maybe i am the faggot america' (obviously - since i stole it for my title). i actually thought a bit of this line while i was on a rental car shuttlebus in the midst of the hell that was my return trip to cincinnati last week (more on that later).
i noticed the youngish, biggish guy sitting across from me was reading a book. the way he was holding the book was such that i could see the title page. it was 'imperial hubris' by michael scheurer (the senior cia analyst who retired after publishing this book this year).
BUT....
he had another cover over the hardback. the cover was for a book called 'finland: the land and the people.'
which got me to thinking -- if this guy is covering up the actual title of the book he's reading, it's pretty clear he doesn't want others to know what he's reading. but why? as i said, he was a large guy, so he probably could easily take care of himself if he ever needed to (and i doubt seriously that most airport discussions end in fisticuffs). but so it made me deduce he just felt: uninterested in engaging in a debate with someone who had an opinion on the book and its criticism of the bush policies on terrorism; intimidated to engage in a debate on this subject; ashamed to be reading something critical of bush; or uncomfortable reading something so overtly political and critical that it was a better option to hide the title and prefer to let everyone think he was brushing up on all things finnish.
this little experience really unsettled me. i nearly asked the guy about what he'd done (and anyone who knows me knows how very out of character it would be to talk to someone i dont know - especially on a car rental shuttle bus - when i am usually most interested in ignoring all other elements of humanity). but i didnt. clearly he had done what he'd done bc he did not want to have that very conversation. so i respected his decision not to have that conversation, even if i found his tactics quite squarely in the camp of the cowardly people.
but it's made me really wonder if there isnt quite a chilling and quieting effect falling over most people these days. i mean, except in very close friend or family settings, i just do not hear political discussion anymore...and by 'anymore' i mean since the election. are people so resigned to being unhappy or dissatisfied that they wont even engage in the political discourse? or maybe people are so blissfully happy that there's nothing to talk about it? i doubt it.
i got to thinking that there are just so few people to talk to about politics anymore. people are either burned out or turned out. and the effect is people seem utterly disengaged. hell - i even signed up on the day after the election to be a volunteer for the democratic party of kentucky. and you know what -- they still havent bothered to contact me. how's that for disaffected? how's that for discouragement?
the democrats had the perfect opportunity to capitalize on voter frustration and passion right after the election. and as usual, they squandered it. this party doesnt need to worry about being beaten in elections. it's utterly self destructing. and with terry mcauliffe's term as the party chairman coming to an end this weekend, i fear that the party will continue its serious downward spiral. unless, perhaps, howard dean gets the chairmanship. but he still seems such a polarizing figure, that i'm not sure he'll be any more effective than was mcauliffe (whom i thought was brilliant but frustratingly ineffective as the chairman).
enough politics for now. i fear i'm talking into a vaccuum anyhow. but please feel free to prove me wrong on this.
life is ironic.
due to the hideousness of the weather here in the cincinnati area, i was stuck in philadelphia last week. stuck at the airport. on wednesday. the storm kept brewing until well into thursday afternoon. so in my infinite wisdom, i decided to screw any attempt to get into cincinnati by plane and instead i rented a car and drove straight into the storm. and it wasnt so bad. aside from some pretty wicked rain along the pennsylvania turnpike, the weather was much better than expected. so i made it back to the old homestead in covington in my sleek little silver chevy malibu. no problems. none whatsoever. the car weighed about 5 lbs and had no weather-specific attributes i could discern, but it got me back to kentucky in one piece. so i felt i'd have no problems whatsoever once i got my big, bad SUV from the airport.
i got stuck in the snow right in front of my house.
but the weekend of the irony that is my life got better.
i was celebrating a belated christmas with my nephews last night. noah and i were upstairs watching tv. they called him down to open his presents, and he and i took off like lightning down the stairs. i slid on something, and down i went. taking poor little noah with me down about 10 steps. hardwood steps. no carpeting steps. HARD steps. needless to say, noah and i were both in quite a bit of pain. he openly cried from his pain. i tried my damnedest to stifle mine. i heard myself scream out 'fuck that hurts!' really loudly...fortunately later in the evening, i asked my mom what i'd said when i fell. she said i didnt say anything. so i guess my little outburst was entirely in my head. and today i have some nice, nasty, ginormous bruises up my leg and arm. but the best part of this story is that when noah and i were in the kitchen, he just looked at me said he had no idea that i'd wanted to get down the stairs so fast. hahahaha! i love that kid.
and i was not in the slightest bit tipsy, toasty, or even remotely inebriated. or in heels. how many thousands of times have i charged down those stairs in either or both states and never once fallen. but yesterday, stone cold sober and in flat shoes with plastic bottoms, i went flying.
needless to say, i'm spending the rest of my christmas vacation holed up in my house.
