And So....

And that is the ultimate cruel gift of the 1960's. They have given us lack of reason. As Dr. Gonzo said, the reason that they succeeded resided in their lack of fear of the establishment. And their ability to believe completely in the realization that their power would overcome everything. Of Course. They knew that the mental power that they possessed would eventually put them over the top, into the ether, out of the blue. We have no such hope. We are trapped in the truth that stings us from the bad waves of paranoia that crushed the beauty of the 1960s, and gave birth to the disgusting afterbirth of everything after it. Good God, how could they not see it coming? How could they not realize that all political process is inherently flawed and useless? They were optimists, no doubt. And our generation is clearly doubtful and betrayed by the establishment that seemingly drives our every move. It gives us reason to believe that everything we do will have no real effect, and so we do nothing. Of course.

The punishment has risen over the years. It will take much more force than we posses at this point to create a stronger revolution than that which spawned out of the drywall of the pre-civil rights area. We will need a stronger sense of truth, and no doubt, we not only do not posses it at this point, but we can't even see it. It is the curse of the dirty black gift that we've been given. And Christ, are we comfortable.

Sad and cursed. And we are much different. We live in a time when the stakes seem (and are) harder and more true. Or goal is difficult to define, but clear to point out. We will mop up the mistakes of the crude and melon collie. Those awful bastards that have deprived and sodomized the American Dream for 40 years. They are the only satisfactory truth that has spilt out of the truth of the mid-20th century. And it may be our sad and rough duty to fight that truth to very end. Like rabid three-legged foxes in a dry destitute Savannah. Oh yes, we will grab whatever we can and Tear and Rip. We have no other choice. This was not our curse to choose, it was simply a byproduct of everything that seemed pure and beautiful.

This is the cause of all this negativity, all this friction, all this dizziness. Ah yes, we've always known it. And yet can we confront it? The 1960's exposed the ugliness which was unfailingly apparent from their own times. They fought with (and against) technology and apparatus that was at the peak of its potency for the 20th century. And yet, ye Gods, it is our generation that must deal with the grim reality of technology and the furthering of Thought that was not even on the psychological radar some four decades ago. Sure, we've shown little effort, or ability, so far. Our music is awful, the writing has been thus far wretched (proud of Slate? Good god), the pop culture movement that seemed so brilliant has collapsed within itself and been sucked to the bone by the corporations that it had been originally set up to shun. But give us time, old faithful reader, and maybe we'll find our way in this wasteland of a new miserable millennia. At some point, maybe, we'll just need a push…

P.T.