Poor Bunny
Anyone seen any murders lately? I mean, not on TV, but in person?
Any soldiers watching this? Any cops? Any prisoners?
I’ve been thinking about the U.s. citizen’s deep fear of death for the past few days.
It stems from our culture of commodities and consumerism.
We can’t take our iPods with us when we die.
Life is a series of random events, death is the final event.
We are very much alone in the world, no matter how close we may feel to any other human or animal.
And to compound all these depressing facts, we don’t even get to control our lives.
The rich people in our country dictate what the poorer people get to do.
George Bush gets to tell an 18 year old high-school student to go to Iraq and get his leg blown off.
Haliburton gets to tell Iraqis to stay away from an oil field in Iraq, because they’ve been contracted by the U.S. government to protect and distribute that oil.
Also, videoblogging. And to quote Raymond: “Videoblogging, videoblogging. Videoblogging videoblogging; videoblogging, videoblogging.”
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August 24th, 2005 at 2:56 am
Yes, happy days are here again.
I’m scared. Other presidents have been bad, even terrible. Other presidents have broken international laws and made us look bad. But none of them have scared me, until this one.
August 24th, 2005 at 5:01 am
I’m with you on this, my brother. Big time. The fear of death. Prolonging life at any cost. Fear of ageing. Part of why I’ve let my hair grow grey. Fuck that.
Fuck jobs. Make livings.
Fuck death: live well this moment and the next.
And make love every chance you get.
August 24th, 2005 at 1:16 pm
We are so dead already, we are walking zombies ambling to consume Anything.
I’ve watched someone die last month in the Mission (district in SF). There he was, surrounded by gawkers, nobody touching him, while waiting for the ambulance, he died.
I’m not afraid of death, I’m more afraid of pain. Which says something about being an American.
August 24th, 2005 at 5:48 pm
The way I figure, everything is impermanent. Others have successfully died before me, so I am confident I will do it well too. I am impermanent on this planet and in this life - just a wee fart of the universe without so much as a splatter.
I think the best we can hope for is to leave footprints for others to follow in. But we have to be sure they point the right way - to goodness, love, charity, friendship and hope.
But back to death - it’s forever. And that’s a little scary from the lack of knowledge. You can’t intellectualize the experience because there are no books written about it from a firsthand point of view.
To quote Hamlet, “The rest is silence.”
August 25th, 2005 at 12:20 pm
fear is for suckers.