Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Post Modernism

Disclaimer: I am highly frustrated after two days of driving in morning traffic, but the overall sentiment, unfortunately, applies to our current day world as I experience it anyway.

The denigration of civil society is in full tilt! I see pantie-waist geeks who through the metamorphic properties of a 3,000 pound car and/or tinted windows become bad asses! Idiots who couldn't keep at job at Burger King, who appoint themselves governors of the road. They actively [passive aggressive] drive to block, check and otherwise attempt to impose their will on others, since having gleefully joined the new fascists, know better than others what is best for those others! And, God forbid, they are not in a position to block or force others to follow them, by cutting people off, or moderating speed to prevent the free flow of other cars - they govern with their horns.

These people would have had their asses kicked in any society, existing pre-car [which along with the Internet provides some level of anonymity, and protection from direct threats], and most would not act this way, but for the new fascist group think of the post modern. They are in full tilt, to destroy the Judeo-Christian ethic of do unto others as you would have them do unto you. No, they want to cut people off, honk and otherwise evidence their disapproval and correction of you, at every opportunity, including situations where anyone with an IQ of 65, can see everyone on a road is moving over, moving at less than 15 mph, and have 2 to 4 car lengths between, but because someone moves over first, they think they control the lane, therefore granting them jurisdiction to decide who can use that lane in front of them.

Bullshit, we live in a society of Pansie asses, who if confronted outside their car, are hateful people, but don't have the backbone to do anything other than be the passive-aggressive jackasses this society is creating at break-neck pace. Of course, I can take comfort, that if they get their most fervent wish, of a Mad-Max, post apocalyptic world, they will be the first to starve, get beat up, or shot - ironic the very people who want these things [like the chap who threw his shoes at President Bush in Iraq], would be the first tortured or killed in the world they romanticize.

Meanwhile, I chasten myself to pray for them, ask for blessing and a change of their heart, but it is mighty hard, having the ability to do so, not to get out of your car, and see if they are really that angry!?

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