bring the noyz

Tell me true tell me why was Jesus crucified
Is it for this that daddy died ?
Was it for you ? Was it me ?
Did I watch too much T.V. ?
Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes ?
If it wasn't for the nips
Being so good at building ships
The yards would still be open on the clyde
And it can't be much fun for them
Beneath the rising sun
With all their kids committing suicide

What have we done Maggie what have we done
What have we done to England
Should we shout should we scream
"What happened to the post war dream ?"
Oh Maggie Maggie what have we done ?

- Rogers Waters

Much like my dear friend Fang, I too feel anger's sting.

I am angry at The Sprawl. So angry that I would like nothing more than to see every building razed to the ground until all is bathed in fire. Then so greatly salt the earth that nothing grows there for lifetimes to come. Make visible the culturally vain, spiritually vapid, and creatively vacuous wasteland for all to finally see.

It is the only way.

It is the only way to put an end to it, to truly destroy the pestilence that resides within.

"It's like a disease" is how I believe my dear G-tron 3000 described his thoughts on the subject in a conversation earlier in the evening.

He is very right.

It is a disease that cannot be cured, for it is almost as much darkness. The darkness of an empty yearning soul. And for that there can be no cure.

For three generations, it has been striking youth on the cusp of adulthood.

During the 1980's, most commonly with a car in the garage. Many of these were my friends. Their funerals are strongly written in memory. We got an article in Newsweek.

During the 1990's, more slowly and more of a gamble with a greater thrill, heroin. Also made the national media.

Now, in the first decade of the 21st century, more slowly still by using the new found bane of baseball to induce a frightening combination of increased strength, aggression, and the likelihood of full blown freak out psychotic break. I saw this on C-SPAN, and hot-damn that's a cable network!

It will continue to strike as long as the parents and powers that be remain somehow seemingly oblivious to its existence and baffled by the sudden and unforseen deaths of their children.

Most will forever remain blinded by their affluence and therefore powerless to see.

I see this in the walls that adorn widened boulevards defining the perimeters of subdivision after endless subdivision. I see this in the shopping mega-malls and reflected off the freshly waxed paint of SUV's and Escalades that line the parking lots.

But we made it out. We suffered the trials and tribulations of a consumer culture adolescence. Everyone does. We were the ones that survived. Social Darwinism? Perhaps.

We escaped.

We were wrong.

Twice now in as many months it has returned.

It is a cancer that lies dormant for decades, then suddenly goes terminal in the amount of time it takes for the bullet to leave the barrel and enter the brain.

And if that's not a statement on something I don't know what is.
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