i'm watching kid rock sell boats and cars on the canadian music channel. apparently, canada is not immune to such things...jesus, he's a stupid, ugly fuck.
what a colossal waste of tape.
ronald reagan was a failure of a man who ratted out some of hollywood's most talented writers during the "commie scare" of the 50's. he was run out of hollywood on a rail and landed in the cosy arms of general electric where he sold the good life...i.e. general electric's numerous, useless products that made life so much "easier" in the 50's and 60's.
easier on who?
you got me. certainly not 3rd world countries with oil.
while shoveling this shit for "good ole' g.e.", reagan caught the attention of the san clemente republican enclave; a brutal, fascist bunch of hillbillies with cash. they were looking for a way to insure that california remained "friendly" to their ideas of endless growth and consumerism.
(a fascinating side note here: nancy reagan (nee davis) was known for giving the best head in hollywood. "just say yes" nancy was coveted by all the studio execs and, ahem, ronnie himself. this would seem to give the old boy some cache, especially when one utilizes the "clintonian scale" for measuring presidential "greatness".)
anyway,
the aspiring goebbels' of san clemente had a "new vision" for america.
sounds familiar, eh?
they had found their salesman...the only thing they needed was a fake ranch.
the rest, as my pal leo once said, is history.
ok, so back to the post; jesus where the fuck am i...
oh yeah,
the photo above was taken by my sister at parangtritis beach near yogyakarta.
i had a nervous breakdown there.
the hideous pollution, the infestation of smog-belching mopeds and the fact that muslim woman swam fully clothed began to gnaw away at any sense of decency or reality.
i began to lose it, seriously.
the beach was a black turd, demolished by the vehicular onslaught. the kids all wore black, shitty, 80's metal t-shirts as they determinedly drove their black mopeds to the edge of oblivion. a serene 40 mph wind blew the black sand into my eyes as i watched a kid attempt to drive his moped next to the water to avoid walking.
actually, he was digging a giant trench along the water as a putrid blue smoke belched from the back of his machine.
i began to yell at no one in particular, shouting and jabbering. screaming at the little demons on the mopeds, the cows, the chickens...even a horse.
it was all evil shit.
eventually, i calmed my jangled nerves with several "large" or "big bintang's", the local beer, served to me, cold, by a toothless crone. it was then, and only then, that i was able to gain some perspective, a foothold on sanity.
it was instructive, really, and in a way that only pain can confer upon our limited knowledge of such things.
parangtritis was kind of like a myrtle beach with no government or infrastructure...and no gratuitous nudity to round off the hard edges.
so this is what america will look like if fuck-wad libertarians/corporations have their way.
this was the end towards which the reagan/bush/bush (dildo/snatch/pussy) administrations worked...
nothing less than the bankruptcy off all branches of government not directly involved with:
- the bombing of "lesser" peoples.
- the close monitoring of our own people.
but, as neil young once almost said, don't let it drag you down.
there were lighter moments as we walked around the bleak post-apocalyptic moonscape.
such as: meeting an old man and his grand-daughter (pictured above).
before the japanese dumped millions of mopeds on indonesia he was "headman".
big man of the village.
he said, "it used to be pretty here, many people would come and visit...no more...now just the mopeds and pollution"
they were kind enough to allow us to photograph them with two of their cats.
sebastian
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