That's how I feel today: why bother. Or in the words of Gerald (of Gerald and Sara) Murphy: Living well is the best revenge.
All around what Ezra Pound called Kulchur is marching along. The novel is dying, people aren't reading. The publishing industry is firmly in the grasp of the Politically Correct. That'll guarantee it's quicker demise, but who cares: if it's for a "good cause," right? What is their good cause? Some idea that the enlightened (they don't like to think of themselves this way, they are 'the best of the people', i.e. representing what The People could be if they weren't going to Walmart) could bring about a better world. Less prejudice (gays, women, 'of color'), less war (we can reason with our enemies, has anyone thought of that, hel-lo?), economic equity (if you took the cost of walling up a suburb and divided it by the number of under-employed people and transferred...), environment (hey even if global warming were a hoax which its not, anyone who went to college knows that, but even if it were a hoax all its goals would help us out--less pollution, less "progress", fewer cars, a bigger voice for the Third World). It's all good.
Yeah, it's all good.
So what's my f*ing problem?
see the next piece:
WHY DO PEOPLE CRAVE NARRATIVE?
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