A Decadent Political Truth

(Full of syrupy jam, and chocolate, and caramel all ladled over a triple scoop of ice cream!)

In the years that I sought the good, to rise up like a frothing atop a barrel of ill repute, I have come to a startling realization. I don't want it. The good, I mean. I just don't want it. I thought I did, but that was before my awakening, and now, having come full circle, I commit myself to truth...and I don't want good.

Instead, what would make me most happy is transcendent awareness. This is what makes a person laugh in the face of ignominious embarrassment. You know, the kind that reveals the inner self to the outer self, and in reprisal, there is a harkening to fiction then to fact?

This is what I have come to understand about myself. I look at those who promise us enlightenment, and I shudder with revulsion. Who wants to stare into the face of truth? Much better to lie about it. Much, much better to write so those who have an inkling as to the flavor of a spicy, deep gravy, as opposed to a light, tasteless scum, reads, and chortles and looking over one's shoulder with guilt, hides the source of their darkest humor.

I don't want Barack Obama and Joe Biden to win. I want John McCain and Sarah Palin to win. It's not that I appreciate irresponsibility for the sake of the evil born within it, but in knowing the proclivity of true intellectual leaning, the sheer unadulterated joy of watching buildings topple is simply too precious an entertainment to eschew any longer!

Let it burn! Let it tumble into a heap! Let it, for the sake of wisdom, for god's sake, just expire with a whimpering lamentation to cruel fates, when from the highest mount, some grateful super being has a laugh at our expense, and in thanks gives us yet another dozen years of howling delight!

Some poor seal pup has their brains dashed out, so a super model, revealing her svelte figure, sways down the lighted ramp, walking like a well-trained horse, and dressed in the animal's crying skin!

Does anyone hear that animal scream? Does anyone imagine that animal cringe before the blow that takes its life? Does anyone hear the roar of a seal's parent, as she prays to the gods of the sea for understanding, for revenge, for a release from an existence filled now with nothing but anguish?

One creature out of hundreds of thousands. One pitiful reminder...that life is good to those who feast on the helpless.

However, now comes a duo who promises a change to all that. A change in the way they perceive the world, perceive humanity, perceive the future. Question is, though, who can afford to change one's basic nature to save a seal pup's life?

Not me. I've lived in Alaska, where the Indian feels that eating such creatures, and enjoying the blubber of helpless whales, the fat garnered from between the wings of birds, the meat offered up to a primitive's likening for flesh, is born of a resolve that life is harsh, and unrelenting, and can kill at the drop of a hat. So the answer to that is to kill it first!

What of the thirst of a planet for the blood born of oil? The bubbling ichor, which bears the fruit of black fire? What of the countless needs of those just now arriving late on the scene, anxious to catch up to the rest of civilization, so they, too, can in haste destroy as much as they can?

There is a truism in this finding that puts upon every argument a specious face, of eyes worried, of brow wrinkled, where the mind behind the mask, instead chuckles.

It is a play upon a stage, and as Shakespeare so aptly put it, everyone has their role, so I tend to believe more in the ridiculous as it offers us a wild, lustful laugh, relieving us from the tension of doubt.

Vote John McCain and Sarah Palin to the White House. Allow us to wallow openly, in pity, and fear, and ostentation.  Give us the freedom that will set us aloft,  as the ship collides with stellar force against nature, and the air we breathe chokes us, and the water we drink poisons us, and the food we grow makes our countless growing number of babies weak and faulted with a wonderful colloquy of diseases!

Make our source of power, a source of disdain. Make our ingenuity to create chaos, seem as a gift from the very heavens. Most of all, give us a precious moment to reflect...so we might do it again in another life.

Yet, if you choose the other guy...what a drag that would be, and then wherefrom would we gain our transcendent awareness?