So here's a few things that I've had on my mind. Unfortunately,
I've neglected to sleep this week, having spent my late evening hours
reading alt.slack and experimenting with other email to internet tricks.
I'm also suffering from some serious writers block.
So, after three cups of coffee, a liter of Coke and a handful of
Prozacs I'm still afraid that I may give up on this piece halfway
through. It's hard to type with your fingers crossed.
Here goes nothing...
MY PREDICTION OF NEAR-FUTURE SOCIAL CLIMATES
Ever since Dan Q**yl* decided not to run for president, I've been
predicting that Bob Dole will be our next president.
My dad offered me three to one on this prediction, which I didn't
take. It's too early to really be sure who will win in the end.
What can be said for sure is that whoever wins the Republican
primary will be a shoe in.
Well, that's not for sure either. But it is very likely.
I mention this not to bore you with Sunday-morning style
political horseracism, but to alert you to the fact that the social
climates in America will change severely by this time in 1997.
To my experience, weird things happen when we have a Republican
president. Conservative law and order freaks don't have much to whine
about. Their nitpicky laws get passed, there's plenty of foreign wars
and tough-guy talk to pass the time of day.
If the Republican majority stays firm in Congress, which it
probably will, this surplus of right-wing bravado will be exponentiated.
The upstanding, law-abiding, kick-ass-talking, middle-American Normal --
the kind who complains about crime, yet won't vote for a pay increase for
the police -- will be up to his bloated groin in a sort of Slack.
This is not a necessarily a good thing. Normals can't handle
slack. Especially not this kind of Normal.
In the face of getting what they want, these people revert to
apehood and addiction. The more they get, the more they demand.
This may be the time they demand total control, the eradication
of all nonstandard thought and activity.
However, this is not necessarily a bad thing, either.
Anyone who has ever been on a food, drug or alcohol binge knows
what happens when the supply runs out -- backlash.
The same rule applies to societies. The masses can be satiated
and even overstimulated for only so long. Meanwhile, the people on the
fringes, those whose opinions and attitudes differ from Normals, be they
right or wrong, begin to cling together, share their anger and enjoy an
increasing desperation.
Pressure builds among the outsiders. In a matter of time their
intensity makes them victorious.
This is a historical truth. It is why humankind has "progressed"
to the point that it has.
This time it things will happen in a slightly different way,
though. This time the pressure will build into middle of 1998. Critical
mass will occur on the fifth day of July of that year.
It will be different this time, because under natural
circumstances, the pressure would build well into the next century.
Under the lid of oppression, the broth of human anger stews slowly.
In the coming backlash, however, the lid will be removed in a
sudden steaming gush of glory by the arrival on this planet of the
X-men.
The X-men will arrive at planet Earth on July 5, 1998 with an
agenda. For all intense and purposes, this agenda will be Total Destruction.
The precious law and order that the Normals have painstakingly
built for the past years will fall immediately. When thousands of flying
saucers are dive-bombing every man, woman and child, lasers blasting full
bore, and evil tunes cranking on the stereos, the very words "law and
order" become a sick joke.
It is at this moment that the disgruntled outsiders will have
their revenge. The destruction by the X-men will not happen quickly
enough that picking up a brick and smashing who you hate will be impossible.
In fact, by the magic of X-man technology, revenge may promote
longevity. The X-men will have Hate Sensors. Humans baring hate within
them will be tracked and spared until their hate dissipates. When their
hate is gone, their heads will explode.
This is not out of any compassion of the X-men, they simply like
variety in their destruction. Allowing the destructive to live long
enough to create their maximum havoc is one variety of destruction they
particularly enjoy. It is purely voyeuristic. It is Slackful. It is good.
So, in the coming years, as American-syle fascism thrives and
despair sets in, remember that the day of backlash will soon come.
And what a day it will be.
--
Rips on. Rev. Matthew A. Carey Rips off.
Vision Temple -- Tarzana, Calif.
"Words kill." -- Q**yl*/North '96 -- crunt