You’ve got a point there.
We’re spoiled. Deep down, we know that it doesn’t matter all that much who gets elected. They’re all the same. We haven’t had a politician of true vision and leadership in my lifetime, nor do I expect ever to see one.
But, oh well. The cable will still be on, pizza is just a phone call away, and praise God, Wal-Mart will still be open 24/7.
Yeah, maybe some people are losing their jobs, but who cares? I’ve still got mine. Yeah, there’s wars going on on the other side of the world, but who really gives a rat’s ass? How many people could even find the region on the map? Genocide, famine and natural disasters happen over there, and we don’t even pause to listen to the story on Headline News. It doesn’t affect us.
We’re spoiled. We’re fat and happy. We don’t have to think of such unpleasant things as the global ramifications of our actions. Who cares if our current energy policy will fuck up the world in years to come? That’s way in the future, and this is now, and that Hummer just looks so cool. (I can go to Wal-Mart and pack amazing quantities of low-priced sweatshop-made shit I don’t need into its cargo bay!)
We don’t care about such things because we don’t have to. The consequences of our short-sighted greed, explotiation and self-absorbtion are played out far, far away in little pissant countries which will likely never have the capability to project military power within my lifetime-- which means that unless I plan on vacationing in one of them, I’ll never be at risk from their rage.
Our politicians will never do anything about the real problems we face. They carefully distract us with stupid domestic concerns and moral panics, keeping our attention away from what needs it the most. But, when our dull-witted countenances turn toward these issues, they quickly offer a “solution” which has utterly no chance in hell of working, and will actually make the problem worse, but which soothes the teeming masses, lulling them back into pleasant apathy now that “something’s being done.” And, the best part is that by the time we clods figure out that the solution was worse than the problem, that politician will be long gone.
And that’s the way it will always be. We really don’t mind. Our bellies are full, and we have TV. That’s pretty much all we seem to need to keep us from revolting.