We don’t have sports to drain our energy. Or the money to purchase the luxuries which are rubbed in our face every day—a regular weekly magazine feature of best buys in multi-million dollar homes; the Jimmy Choo shoes many of us only hear about, don’t see. The drama of covid19 too frightening to admit. Flooded by the crazy-making evangelicals who preach God and vote Satan– what’s a red-bloodied American boy to do? Or girl?
Especially when they can identify with a cute naughty fast-food sexy rebel who, as one fan said, just makes her feel good to look at? The natural thirst for meaningful discharge of energies has been drained, leaving us vulnerable to quacks. Who was it that said “Let them eat cake” during an earlier revolution?
I was struck by the almost joyful madness of the invasion of the capitol, as seen on television—the occasional joking and self-assurance that might was making right again. The charged chanting of “USA! USA!” was reminiscent of much earlier, younger, more innocent times. I heard the strains of the dregs of hero worship. I witnessed frustration, impotence, and yearning for a misappropriated just cause. And madness.