Riding a Hog up his bum

Its been a while!

I recently came across something I had written in late 2014, but had not thought to post. This is a typical fault. I must have been fed-up at the time. My motivation was the accidental viewing of a YouTube video featuring a US Cop riding a motorbike around a traffic cone obstacle course in an empty US mall car lot. Two people were closely studying this. Whilst skillful it seemed utterly banal, and totally pointless in terms of any concept related to real world relationships. Hence my diatribe. I love America, I really do, but how can it be reduced to this?

Here is the web link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9MVY8swO5M

So beginneth the rant:

Yet another metaphor for the Prozac driven, consumer guilt nation that was America. An endless labyrinth comprising a plastic, agent-orange coned car park world, where an armed cop on a disarmed fatboy motorbike, chases the fossil fuel stench of his own exhaust in an endless, pointless, anal, show-off, go-pro, go nowhere, twitterati, imperialist micro drama, of no known point or purpose; all observed by a fast-food nation junkie in a corn starch celebrated kaftan, and a faceless, creditless video papper.

In real life the American maze is a high cholesterol, sugared supermarket aisled, homey homeless housing project. A zombiefied downtown outback, an exurban shopping mall, a sub-prime suburbia, with Zen-free healthcare, uzi defendable retirement villages, high school massacres, and helicopter gunship diplomacy. It’s too white, too sterile, too depressing for words.

From the once great county that gave us Washington, Lincoln, Gershwin, Dylan, Robeson, Salinger, Rothko, Feynman, Chomsky, Hendrix, Terkel, Hill, King, Sagan, Pirsig, Cobain, Steinbeck, & Muscle Shoals, we get this; a Disneyfied Marlborough man on a show pony motorbike, trying to ride a hog up his own bum.

Is it Zuckerberg, Jobs, or Gates, under that candied kevlar, bullet proof, napalm resistant, Darth Vadar, CIA issue helmet? Is it Bonzo goes to Bitburg, or Bush goes to Baghdad, or Lance riding to the drugstore? The bike and pageant are pure American. The message is boredom. The cones and clothes are made in China and the Great Wall is coming, so follow the Plastic brick road until you find your dream. Its shrink wrapped in every possible sense.

Apart from this, it’s a really, really, really nice video. But I can’t see the wrecking ball?? Yet. Its coming though, naked, raw, organic, and destructive.