Chagal4's Blog

I can see why a lot of writers were heavy drinkers. Half pissed I’m twice as clever as I am sober…and fully drunk I’m incapable. I’ve decided that the problem is focus. Under normal circumstances our focus is blurred by the horrific volume of propaganda and merchandising bullshit that clouds our skies like screaming gnats. It’s not only hard to see anything important through the cloud…it’s hard to think of anything important. And yet…we are told by the powers that be..much that is important is afoot. Watching the Republican cannibals shinny up the greasy pole I was damned if I could figure out what was important about that and several late evening rye and colas didn’t help. Using the same lens I glanced around at several other “important” topics and finding a vacuum I thought it was time to examine the lens. I grew up in Rye Whiskey country. In my home town there was a distillery that bottled Crown Royal. It was a tradition at one time that the folks working there were allowed to take home, every night if they wanted…whatever bottle would fit their lunch box. Needless to say, the local liquor store was a losing proposition. There were  undoubtedly many people in town who thought that rye sharpened the focus in their lives…but there were many others who understood that once focus became wearisome…oblivion offered solace. In the years after the big war when I grew up solace was a thing of value. Social drinking was a popular entertainment and lubricated joy echoed from Saturday night to Sunday morning when a suitably painful remorse brought a deceptive quiet to the town. Looking back I can see that the lens of whiskey wisdom is smudged and imperfect. Sitting here now though…I’m thinking…imperfect or not…and in the absence of anything better ready to hand…a couple of shots of whiskey is helping me to ignore the ignorance and incredible malice that has descended on our lives like a plague of locusts. We can’t pass a newspaper without it biting our ass. Rupert Murdoch’s crew demonstrated that nothing is private but…don’t you wonder what they tuned in to and decided not to print? Turn on the T.V. and fucking vampires fly off the screen or there are so many cop shows that you have to ask yourself …if these T.V. cops are catching and killing all these bad guys…who’s left? I mean really! Forty years of cop shows on several channels seven nights a week? No wonder the prisons are full. I can’t even start on politics…there isn’t enough whiskey in the world to screen out the insanity. Maybe it’s knowing that that keeps me from being an alcoholic. These things, ghastly and so incredibly mundane, blind us to the richness of our culture. They subjugate culture and try to convince us that this IS our culture. It isn’t. I’ll take a drink and a toke now and then…Sometimes it clears my head and lets me hear the music…enjoy the dance, appreciate the art or even more, the leaves on the trees and the sound of my true love breathing in her sleep. I don’t need a drink or a toke to do that…but I have to admit that from time to time it helps turn down the volume on the bullshit generator. It’s doing that tonight….and maybe I just passed …focus.

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