Notes From a Dead-End

Kids should be taught the reality of disappointment (reality is disappointment) early and often. Little boys should be given a memento mori depicting a bald head with the subtitle, "This is your future." Also a ribbon declaring: "You are superfluous to society's needs." We should welcome them into adulthood at age 13 with a 24-pack of beer and a subscription to Internet porn.

Christopher Lasch called the family a "haven in a heartless world." In my experience (not everyone's, I know), this is so. The only reason I seek a modicum of material success and bourgeois entrapment is because I am sucker for the fifth commandment. If I didn't have a loving family I would drop out and kill my brain (more quickly).

As Putnam has shown, ethnic diversity corrodes a sense of community. Meanwhile the Thatcherite attitude of "There is no society, only individuals," is the correlate to David Bowie's "No one needs anyone, they don't even just pretend." Human nature is being fucked with left and right.

Don't think. Don't think. A girlfriend once saw this blog and asked a friend, "Who am I dating!?" (I checked her Facebook. She left it open - her fault.) I should be more grounded, watch sports, leave reading to girls. Perpetuate the illusion for the next generation.