Also, of course, you inevitably pick up some friends you could manage without: to wit, queers, neurotic ladies, Jewish psychiatrists, Muslim boys, and young Presbyterian assistant ministers. Those who hold this position (which I do not hold) would argue that the responsible citizen necessarily gives up. The situation is hopeless, and as a reasonable man the responsible citizen becomes indifferent. All the available options disgust him, from Ayn Rand to CORE to the Birch Society.
--The Sunlight Dialogues, location 1128-29
I just noticed some plant like twigs in the drive of my desktop Dimension E521, which seems to be dried grains. Along with my DVD player, this is about 2600 dollars of electronic equipment made worthless by the incompetent liberality of my Protestant landlord, the whites and blacks alike, and if I have to, at the end of the day, I will give my notice, put myself in the street, from which the police would than place me in more ward-like conditions, to essentially escape nothing but to end my life under the worst aspects of American poverty. I personally do not need Saramago's avowed leftist sentiments to realize how fragile the civilized world is, which is why I am dodging the film which never should have been a faithful adaptation in the first place. This is why I am on the fence about my hard copy of his pretentious allegory, whether I should sell it back, or keep it. Haven't made up my mind. It may seem that I am expressing a personal indignation, but do not let me confuse you on that. Saramago is perfectly fine as a polemicist. We all have preferences, and if I am less inclined to the Menippean formula, this is not the fault of Portugal plebeians who end up in magisterial circumstances, but the pretense of an overt ideology in a masquerade of literary skirts, I find this exasperating, and do not believe, as Mario Vargas Llhosa does, that literary perspectives change political methodologies. It's complicated.
European Marxists have a hard on for an egalitarian caste system, which is impossible, and no, capitalism is not the best system, since it implodes without some sort of socialist cushion beneath it, which most rational conservatives acknowledge. Inequality cannot be solved. Saramago, like Jean Genet, is a crock. Hypocrites all, the flip side of status culture is to become a noted subversive, from which reactionaries spring, with genocidal contractions. Mass murder has much the same trigger as the orgasmic climax.
Perhaps I will watch it this evening anyway, (and did not, slowly binding my posts) sputtering, dodging more instant video costs; if I cannot save myself, is it worth the immolation of my existence for the sake of justice that has eroded into over a decade of pain? Additional drafts of my saga have been printed, and will be on their way shortly. I emailed Josephs as a follow up, and generally have no idea how she and her staff will respond. Everyone is sorry for what my life has been, but accountability ceases to exist down here, under the rotaries that churn ground beef, pounded muscle into compliant patties, I may have to change my printer cartridge, indeed, buy a new printer at this point.
Disgust is not an answer, but at the end of the day, as a withdrawal, it is the only valid counterpoint, aside from sacrifice on the basis of principle. How Saramago's offense to Catholicism was handled bears comparison to our latest agitprop problem, si?
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