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WB: Colin Blow +
If politics is show business for ugly people, then I guess corporate journalism is intelligence work for stupid people.
II. Buffoon Watch — Once Fitzgerald pops the clutch, it’s going to be an absolute media feeding frenzy, even if Cheney isn’t on the menu.
I. Colin Blow
@Cassandra
“Beware Scheissenbedauern – the disappointment one feels when something turns out not nearly as badly as one had hoped.”
That is actually something to which I have been giving a great deal of thought. It was not only the tinfoil hat wearing segment of the population who had cultivated dire, apocalyptic fears about the coming of the third millennium. Despite the fact that it has become something of a joke, it was taken seriously enough at the time to warrant its own Senate Special Committee to address and assuage people’s fears. When the world didn’t come to a screeching halt on 1st January, 2000, people were less relieved than disappointed. So much so, in fact, that the die-hard doomsayer simply looked elsewhere to satisfy their fatalism. I think this disappointment played a pivotal rôle in the meek acceptance of the US public to the Supreme Court’s unprecedented selection of the President of the United States later that year. More fuss might have been made about this deviation from procedure without the consensus that we are living in some extreme, magical end-times.
When 11 September, 2001 rolled around, it did not create a feeling of insecurity and outrage in the USA, but rather justified the embarrassments from the year before. Here at last was something we could call apocalyptic! We had been braced for so long for something truly devastating to break up our routine that the outpouring of emotions on that day were not shock and numbness as might be expected, but righteous indignation and outrage. In fact, we had been rehearsing ourselves for the past decade to see some real carnage that we were beginning to grow a little impatient that it was taking so long to materialise. Now we could justify all of our eccentricities and no longer feel embarrassed by our persistent feelings that the pressure-cooker we were living in was going to burst!
But it didn’t last long enough. Once again, confound it, life was going on! We could shriek our lungs out about how we needed new, sweeping laws to inconvenience us at airports, suspend due process for American citizens, and sacrifice all we hold dear (to protect it from being taken away from us by someone else, of course)… but no matter how many more rolls of duct tape we had than our neighbours, they did not seem to be getting any more junk mail from the nebulous forces of Evil than we were.
Once again, to our chagrin, life was going on. And then, in 2003, we began hearing about the imminent danger to our lives that lurked in Iraq. All right, nobody really bought it (as testified by the shifting rationales for it), but after a few short months of constant drum beating and sabre rattling, many of the perpetually disappointed just wanted something to happen! Maybe it isn’t the end of the world we had been so geared up three years earlier, but, damn it, somebody needs to die here!
And now here we are, simultaneously addicted and disappointed with our endless parade of apocalypses, scandals, disgraces, hopes and fears. Every new terror, no matter how unfulfilling it eventually proves to be, offers the promise that things might be different, that “the other” will somehow “get it” this time around, that there will be an eventual end to the suffering, whether through the wise leadership and initiative of activists and leaders or through the complete and total annihilation of the species. Either option becomes more and more attractive as we are crushed by increasing debts and embarrassed anew over our disappointments. And with every new hope (for either good or ill, we don’t even care anymore), we up the ante about what it takes to satisfy us… and demand that next catastrophe be total.
After Fitzgerald, what? If every homocidal, corrupt and bloodstained opportunist were removed from the political arena, what? Will we allow our collective despair that life keeps going on to provoke us into newer and better bloodbaths? Will we actually learn a lesson that over 200 years of bloodshed have failed to teach us? Or will we continue pursuing our need to suffer… to make others suffer… at all costs, driven on by the continual Scheissenbedauern that life, despite our best efforts, hasn’t yet been totally and irrevocably crushed? Is this really the human condition?
Posted by: Monolycus | Oct 20 2005 22:00 utc | 21
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