Every white space on a screen should occasion brilliant flashes of that fabled neural condition known as “writer’s block.” Rather than being a sad condition of afflicted depressives, “writer’s block” is the accurate understanding that we live in en epoch of Information Overload, with a new level of atmosphere manufactured by the endless, heedless, mono-focused eruption of cultural thought-crackers.
We are surrounded by omnipresent culture, blogs, books, writings, mansplainers, family-obsessives, vapid bullshitarians, self-important auto-designees of artistic superiority, and a few more categories that we try to safely ignore. Keep clam, as the British saying goes, though, there should always a point to what any of us looses into the ether.
There may be social horror by the ass-bucketload awaiting humanity, even the rich Eurocentric types, but the dramatic reduction in western religiosity is shifting a few corners of political governance to more humane practice. The hideous, spectacularly corrupt (always extracting money form the world’s poor, never writing checks to them) and malevolent entity known as the Catholic Church, from whose clutches I easily escaped after youthful familial entanglement, has been one of the prime causes of withholding the great palliative benefit of doctor-assisted suicide in the vast majority of the US, as a remarkable short episode of Vice on HBO illustrated. Boomers are not going to permit this fanatical fundamentalist sect to ruin the dying stage of life for them – the death-with-dignity movement will expand from its present five states. Give it some time, but in few years, in 5 or 10, if you or I, part of the over-privileged USA, know that we face an imminent death from a terminal condition, ain’t no deluded, suffering -and-destruction-wielding priest gonna get in our way, nor their irrational adherents. Keep clam, and carry big sticks.