Timothy Leary is a global super-symbol. I don't think I even need to explain it, his name or picture just is, and we know it.
I'll define it anyway. Aside from the substance of what a symbol initially represented, there sometimes comes a point that a symbol is globally recognized and has a shared meaning that is simple and clear and has transcended its initial, complicated, diverse understanding. There are not a whole lot of super-symbols.
In recent years, America has created a new super-symbol.
George Bush, both the name and head shot, is now a consensus global symbol of what the world hates about the worst of America.
George Bush is now a super-symbol, encompassing all the perversity that has come from America over the last 40 years, from Vietnam, to Nixon, to death squads, to Iraq, from the secrets, to the lies, to the corruption, from the racism, to the class wars, to the shredding of our own democracy, all is now caught in the neat and tidy symbol of George Bush.
And he forever ruined one of my favorite letters - W. Fuck!
There are still many positive global symbols of America. But this new one hurts.
You can thank me for not posting an image of this super-asshole.
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In my youth, I believed that this country was a democracy and that we were free. I believed that this nation strove to make all men free and equal.
Of course, then I grew up and realized that while our great forefathers were writing those grand documents, they were using and abusing their slaves as they got back to their humble mansions, which gave them, as men, the sole right to vote for whether or not we should go ahead and finish the extermination of the American Indians.
Well, okay, so they were a bit hypocritical.
This country at one time was admired by the world. They might have resented our power and personal freedoms, but they still admired us and the principles on which the country was founded (mostly talk) and the means with which someone could achieve their dreams (step on the poor). They were grateful for our help in the great world wars (the white Europeans, anyway). They admired our trip to the moon (fake). They resented, but invested in our dollar and our economy (also fake).
Then some people got shot, some odd wars were fought and things slowly began to change (or become clearer).
Everyone began then to realize and have now truly arrived at the certainty. Those were all fanciful ideas in the minds of fools, the mouths of crooks and elementary school history books.
Crimethought.
Zeig Hiel.
Oh yeah, and here comes one of my own little doodles of the Super-Assholes face. I couldn't help myself, the file has just been sitting on my server doing nothing.
But, but . . . I went to the museum, I saw the luner lander, I touched a rock. It felt like the moon to me.
You know, on that subject, I would like to seriously add a thought.
Having been in the television/video industry now for fifteen years, I can say with confidence, that we did not have the visual effects technology back in the late sixties to pull that off. Not even close.
Unless aliens helped them.
Oh come on, it was New Mexico. Have you been through that God forsaken place?
Jesus God, man on the moon.
Bah!
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