Gaseous Clay
My chi has been in such a state that I finally resolved to stop listening to prank calls on YouTube and house music podcasts at work, and logged on to the classical station for a little relaxing rebalancing. It’s a little better today. I’ve only had two or three murderous thoughts.
With the end of the ’00s but a year away, I can’t help but wonder how this decade will be defined? You’ve got the hippie ’60s, the disco ’70s, the greedy ’80s, the politically correct ’90s, and now what? The idiot ’00s? I mean, that’s all I can think of when it comes to the state of the nation as a whole this decade.
Clinton bowed out of an era of general prosperity. Then we elected a mental defective. Twice! We had two depressions: one little one, one big one. And the corporate greed of the nation ran so rampant, that the importance of getting as many passengers onto as many planes as possible to make as much cash as could be made superseded the need for airport security. And 9/11 happened.
The average person has more technology at their hands than ever before. And it is used in perhaps the most meaningless and trivial ways possible. Twitter anyone?
And who can forget the apocalyptic issue of gay marriage? How fantastic to think that while the rest of the nation and the world went to shit, we spent more than two seconds huffing and puffing about the pros and cons of two perfectly happy, sane citizens of the same sex getting married. In the context of history, this will be a sad time to look back upon–and we have the technology that guarantees every last debate, every nasty blog, and every despicable newscast featuring children with “Yes on Prop 8″ signs keeps the saga immortalized forever!
Frankly, I think this will be an embarassing decade to look back on. The doh ’00s.
