Every time I read something by Ezra Klein I think of one of those movies where Keanu Reeves hatches from an egg inside of the mainframe and then is Mila Jovovich and someone who might be a scientist says "she is learning at an incredible rate!" but still she remains a child. Leloo Dallas, multipass! Anyway, there is little to add to what Wilkinson already wrote, except to point out again and for the billionth time that modern liberals are technocratic utopians who truly, truly believe that if only the right people were in charge, things would be fine. They truly, truly viewed the George W. Bush presidency as a unique rupture in American history, a time outside of time, and all the howling about the mendacious, lying, violent, dishonest, opaque, nightmarish, totalitarian government during the past eight years simply lost its relevance when Barack Obama took over. It no longer obtained. They do not conceive any continuity in the American government; they imagine that each new presidential election represents a new incarnation, a new cosmic cycle, a new creation.
In Ezra Klein's honor, I quote a better Baracka:
A NEW REALITY IS BETTER THAN A NEW MOVIE!
How will it go, crumbling earthquake, towering inferno, juggernaut, volcano, smashup.
in reality, other than the feverish nearreal fantasy of the capitalist flunk film hacks
tho they sense its reality breathing a quake inferno scar on their throat even snorts of
100% pure cocaine cant cancel the cold cut of impending death to this society. On all the
screens of america, the joint blows up every hour and a half for two dollars and fifty cents.
They had taken the niggers out to lunch, for a minute, made us partners (nigger charlie) or
surrogates (boss nigger) for their horror. But just as superafrikan mobutu cannot leopardskin his
way out of responsibility for lumumba’s death, nor even with his incredible billions rockefeller
cannot even save his pale ho’s titties the crushing weight of things as they really are.
How will it go, does it reach you, getting up, sitting on the side of the bed, getting ready
to go to work. Hypnotized by the machine, and the cement floor, the jungle treachery of trying
to survive with no money in a money world, of making the boss 100,000 for every 200 dollars
you get, and then having his brother get you for the rent, and if you want to buy the car you
helped build, your downpayment paid for it, the rest goes to buy his old lady a foam rubber
rhinestone set of boobies for special occasions when kissinger drunkenly fumbles with
her blouse, forgetting himself.
If you don’t like it, what you gonna do about it. That was the question we asked each other, &
still right regularly need to ask. You don’t like it? Whatcha gonna do, about it??
The real terror of nature is humanity enraged, the true technicolor spectacle that hollywood
cant record. They cant even show you how you look when you go to work or when you come back.
They can’t even show you thinking or demanding the new socialist reality, it’s the ultimate tidal
wave. When all over the planet, men and women, with heat in their hands, demand that society
be planned to include the lives and self determination of all the people ever to live. That is
the scalding scenario with a cast of just under two billion that they are not even whisper.
It’s called, “We Want It All . . . The Whole World!”