- "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth
becomes a revolutionary act." - George Orwell
-
- Rumsfeld is gone. Mehlman is gone. DeLay is gone. Yet
let's not have our progressives' version of a strutting-on-the-flight-deck-of-an-aircraft-carrier
moment. Because mission has not been accomplished.
-
- For those who haven't noticed, while we were busy with
other concerns, many of our rights and liberties went missing. Moreover,
along with them have gone or are going fast: our planet's polar ice caps
and the accountability of the corporate sector (our nation's true power
brokers)-not to mention a sense of place and history, and even a cursory
understanding, among a large percent of the populace of the U.S., of the
precepts of civilization and of democratic discourse.
-
- These circumstances, like the melting of the polar ice
caps, have transpired incrementally, and have been going on for longer
than that Reign of Terror in Tiny Town known as the Bush presidency. For
example, regarding the increasingly authoritarian terrain we negotiate
our way through daily: In American workplaces, bosses routinely snoop into
underlings' personal e-mails and monitor our web-surfing practices. How
did it come about that so many of us Americans have grown to accept such
demeaning intrusions into our privacy?
-
- In such a repressive societal milieu, there is no need
to threaten would-be dissidents with old-school totalitarian measures such
as forced deportment to Siberian labor camps. Threats, overt and covert,
to one's economic security and social standing serve to dissuade most of
us from political and social dissent. In the class-stratified structure
of the U.S. work force, where the personal consequences borne of financial
upheaval are swift, punitive and severe, the implicit threat of being deported
to America's urban gulag archipelago of homelessness renders most of us
compliant to the exploitive dictates of corporate oligarchy.
-
- Where did this all begin? How did it all get away from
us? Furthermore, why do we stand for it, when these practices are antithetical
to everything we claim to believe in as a nation?
-
- In part, the proto-fascistic transgressions of corporate
rule have made these circumstances all but inevitable, because our concept
of what it means to be a human being has been incrementally defined downward.
There has been much discussion of the dumbing-down of American life. And
these assessments are accurate and unnerving. (How else does one explain
that 37% of those Connecticut voters who cast ballots for Joe Lieberman
did so believing he was the peace candidate?) But there has been little
discourse given to the pervasive corporate blandification of American life-the
manner in which its criteria both numbs out the personality of an individual
and renders the nation's landscape monotonous and ugly.
-
- In such an environment, there is no need for mass rallies
replete with bonfires blazing against the totalitarian darkness: Corporatism
establishes an authoritarian order by way of a series of overt bribes and
tacit threats. This social and cultural criterion causes an individual
to become fearful and cautious-and, after a time, flattens out one's inner
drives and longings. As a result, a Triumph of the Bland comes to pass,
internally and externally.
-
- Ergo, the oligarchs atop the present order have no need
for reeducation camps or the ever-vigilant gaze of neighborhood block captains.
We have become our own, ever-vigilant minders; within us, we have in place
vast networks of secret police informers-our own personal bully boy enforcers
of blandness who leave us as passionless and empty as the architecture
of the corporate nothingscape that surrounds us.
-
- In addition, corporatism demands employees render themselves
fecklessly pleasant. One doesn't want to be caught being "negative"
or be accused of the treachery of not being "a team player."
Such accusations bring to an individual a similar degree of ignominy as
being denounced as a counterrevolutionary under the fallen regime of the
former Soviet Union.
-
- Accordingly, despite their midterm election victory,
this problem remains mirrored in the leadership of the Democratic party-most
of whom are the bought-and-sold products of corporatist rule and, therefore,
have been trained to act with the kind of ersatz public congeniality demanded
of all underlings in the corporate state. They delude themselves into believing
their odd combination of fecklessness and smugness is conducive to steering
a course of "sensible centrism." From refusing to fight stolen
elections, right up to the present Democratic leadership of Congress stating
they will not press for the impeachment of the most corrupt president in
the history of the republic, we bear constant witness to it.
-
- In this regard, it's very considerate of congressional
Republicans who, in synergy with the Bush cartel, perpetrated one of the
most vicious, vindictive and exclusionary reigns in congressional history,
to now want to play nice and "reconcile." It's very magnanimous
of them to forgive us leftists for being right on all fronts-and generous
of them to forgive the majority of their Democratic peers in congress for
cowering before them, day in and day out, for the past four years of one
party rule.
-
- Moreover, it was we leftist outsiders-not reasonable,
accommodating liberals-who were right about the disastrous consequences
that would befall an invasion of Iraq; as we were and remain right in our
revulsion to the fascistic fraud that is the Patriot Act and the War on
Terror.
-
- This is the reason we're not let into the closed club
of mainstream punditry. Although, to avoid being cruel, such an event might
prove to be unfair to the slow children therein. We'd be hurling our 90-mile-an-hour
progressive fastballs past them-while they're playing tee-ball. Only the
insularity inherent to a life of privilege can render folks as outright
slow to the realities of the outside world as are our present-day pundit
class. Is it any wonder they've enabled Duyba for so long? He's on their
tee-ball team. The little Beltway Oligarchs.
-
- In short, mainstream Democrats and self-proclaimed centrist
pundits have adapted the mandatory mode of being that is demanded of corporate
underlings: self-annihilation by habitual amiability. It remains to be
seen whether this habit can be broken or modified. I have my doubts.
-
- Yet, one aspect of Election Day 2006 was indisputably
salubrious for us: the powerless rabble crushed beneath the corporate class-owing
to the fact, that, at least, for one day, the act of voting served to pry
our sagging asses off our sofas and out of our office cubicles-and into
the soul-reviving vastness of life.
-
- And this point gets to the heartless center of the tragedy
of corporate hegemony: The manner in which the system's monomaniacal drive
for excessive profits and the habitual consumerism mandatory to sustain
it serves to usurp our essential longings and passions. The absence, in
contemporary life, of (non-virtual) public space, wherein human to human
discourse can flourish, has created the social conditions inherent to the
rise and pernicious influence of anti-democratic institutions such as so-called
megachurches. This loss of communal connection, in confluence with consumerism
and the influences of American Puritanism and Calvinism, has wrought, within
the U.S. populace, a desperate longing for group involvement-even for those
ecstatic states involving the immersion of one's rational mind that one
finds within the excesses of a totalitarian mob.
-
- Likewise, the phenomenon plays into the pernicious sin/shame
continuum, psychologically at the root of the present genus of Protestant
fundamentalism arising from the toxic soil of the corporate state.
-
- Huge, corrupt and bloated out, like Elvis in his final
years, this is how religions die. As was the case with Elvis, Christian
Fundamentalists believe they're bigger than ever, but the course they've
taken begets self-destructive behavior. Given the fact that being a consummate
consumer/religious zealot implicitly demands one be prone to excess (from
their enormous, Graceland-gaudy churches to their over-the-top myths of
world-wide, time-ending wars)-a scenario plays out, time and time again,
whereby a Saved*Mart devotee breaches the rigid moral code of the group,
and then, overwhelmed by shame, must submit and surrender to public confession
and other exhibitionistic displays of phony redemption.
-
- Within this paradoxical dynamic, the corporate/consumer/quasi-theocratic
state compels one to live excessively, yet, simultaneously, dictates that
one suppress one's lusts and passions, hence creating an unbridgeable psychological
splitting process. As a consequence, many are bound to stray into the realm
of the forbidden (because almost everything is forbidden) and with this
comes the aforementioned need for a come-to-Jesus repentance. Conveniently,
the whole sick symmetry serves as a means by which the individual can be
controlled by the unscrupulous personalities at the head of fundamentalist
organizations-who play Colonel Tom Parker to the hapless flock's Elvis.
-
- These ruthless phonies, in combination with the cunning
apparatchik of the UberCulture, have become adroit at controlling any untidy
outbursts of freedom of expression that might threaten their cultural hegemony.
They have far too much at stake-too much money and power might be lost,
if freedom's voice were to be heard unfettered; hence, they serve up the
spurious ecstatic states proffered by both pop culture and megachurch hucksterism.
-
- These are the regions of the national soul we on the
left must reclaim. Traditionally, music has aided progressives in the struggle.
Accordingly, Woody Guthrie believed all songs are political. Songs take
up residence in our hearts and in the non-verbal areas of our minds where
we harbor our deepest longings. There, they inform our perceptions of the
world. It is this sublime terrain, existing beyond the material that progressives
have abandoned to the frauds and flimflammers.
-
- Lost, in our retreat, has been our affinity with the
spirit of defiant longing for release from hard labor beneath the unforgiving
Mississippi sun that found voice in the late night, crossroads barroom
freedom of Delta Blues-or the likes of our finding refuge from the dehumanizing,
daylight demands of mid-twentieth century, industrial, urban existence
in the midnight transcendence of Bebop and Free Jazz. Also missing has
been an atmosphere (cultural and personal) of creative risk and abandon,
whereby Jimi Hendrix would conjure and fuse the urban and rural spirits
of Robert Johnson and John Coltrane, plus toss some Malcolm X into the
mix and, a short time later and further down a southbound road, Duane Allman
would resurrect a redneck hippie, guitar Jesus who fed the post-honky tonk
multitudes Orange Sunshine as he delivered an electric guitar Sermon On
The Georgia Red Dirt Mount-fusing the spirits of Tim Leary, Martin Luther
King, and the Carter Family. Then, a few years later, across the gray Atlantic,
the Sex Pistols would howl like Post-Industrial Age demons, trapped within
the detritus of the crumbling British Empire....much like, nearly a decade
and a half later, Kurt Cobain would have his short, Icarian flight across
the flaming-out sun of the American Empire.
-
- In addition, the realm of sexuality has been claimed
and exploited by moralizing hypocrites and opportunists. Hence, it's high
time we progressives ceased to be such priggish ninnies-and challenged
the Puritan/Calvinistic delusion that the worst aspects of sinfulness can
be traced to the fleshy theme parks of the human genitals. It's time we
addressed and confronted the (mundane but far more deadly) sin of obliviousness
to the larger world existing beyond one's immediate shallow, self-serving
needs, concerns, and compulsions-the outright careless disregard of anything
on this living earth that does not serve the cravings of a culture overrun
by overgrown infant tyrants dropped from the poisonous womb of corporatism.
Possibly, in this light, the words "sin" and "sinners"
are too loaded with cretinous religious connotations and, accordingly,
their meanings should be reinterpreted more along the lines of "self-centered
f*ck-ups."
-
- In order to bring freedom and its full range of ecstasies
and excesses back to American life, we must not only wrest back ecstatic
states from the bible-brandishing, brown shirt-prone class-but the very
definition of what constitutes spirituality, passion and sin as well. We're
not talking about so-called blue states or red states here, but states
of inspiration. Very few folks are ever moved to change their lives by
the promulgating of wonky statistics or even well reasoned arguments. That's
not how human beings are made up-Praise be!-to the happenstance of evolutionary
grace.
-
- We must, in the end, strive to live with the same degree
of passion and fervor as fundamentalist Christian preachers do . . . when
they're seeking out converts and hookers.
-
- Phil Rockstroh, a self-described auto-didactic, gasbag
monologist, is a poet, lyricist and philosopher bard living in New York
City. He may be contacted at: philangie2000@yahoo.com.
-
- Ms. Jean Isachenko, jeani@can.rogers.com
|