Traveling back to Texas today from the Steamboat MusicFest. Posting will be slow. And these parents dragging their five fucking kids through the airport will be even slower! (I am slowly giving in to the venomous vampire apeshit primitive lizard brained animal mind…)
At the airport, waiting to fly to Steamboat for the MusicFest. Every time I fly it feels like someone is taking a blowtorch to my brain. Why do we willingly submit to so many infringements on our personal freedom? No other country that I have been to in the last few years makes you take your shoes off, for one. I know I have bitched about this before, but I wish I could beat it into people’s heads. Take some risks. Live a little. Dont be afraid. Having an accident on the way to the airport is much more likely than having a terrorist on your plane, yet Americans don’t seem to be clamoring for more public transportation.
I was watching my dog go apeshit the other day while vacuuming. I was thinking how the mind of a dog has not developed enough through evolution to understand technology. She acts afraid of the vacuum, which is no threat to her, but chases two wheeled vehicles, which are. Has the American mind not evolved enough to understand real threats?
In LAX waiting to fly to Australia. I realized today that there was no way I could blow up a plane, aside from any moral misgivings I might have. Under no circumstances could I ever choose to have an airport be the last place I see. How depressing is that shit?!!! Not only do you have to blow yourself up, but you have to agree to an airport being the last place your feet touch the ground.
Kevin Russell once said that an airport was, “a mall, a jail, and a bus stop”, all added together. But like one of those great bands where the sum is infinitely bigger than the sound of the members, an airport might be worse. I’ve spent a night in jail. It made me want to kill someone, but not myself.
At what point did Americans become such a pussified fear ridden country? One dude has explosives in his shoes that don’t even go off, and we take our shoes off when entering an airport for the rest of eternity.
And when did we start having stores in airports which have items that cost more than the GDP of some third world countries? Why do they hate us? Because when Muhammed is the first from his village to study abroad, the first thing he sees is a purse that costs more than every hut in his village combined.
And does fear of flying turn everyone on a plane into rambling idiots? I have never heard one conversation on a plane that didn’t sound like the adults in Charlie Brown. Do you know what the sound of crushed souls combined with the failure of the test driven American education system is like? And let’s not even talk about the babies.
Oh, don’t go getting your panties in a bunch, I am just having fun.
Occasionally traveling makes me want to croak the entire human race in one big shitwind. It’s being in an airport and being sandwiched between the corporation that treats you like a piece of meat and the people in line who treat the lowest rung employees of that corporation like shit, even though they are caught up in the machine just like we are. It’s just a passing feeling mind you. It’s like one of those spring rains that comes in out of nowhere when the sky is still sunny and leaves just as quick. It’s the chemistry of the body taking over for the consciousness of the mind.
Sometimes I like being in a foreign country where I can’t understand anyone. I can imagine camaraderie, joy, and peace being debated around me, even though I am sure people are talking about largely the same things people talk about everywhere, to a greater or lesser extent. Maybe their not saying things as stupid as “drill baby, drill” or “‘Merica”, but I’m sure that violence and avarice have their place.
Despite these musings, once I am home for an hour or two with my dog and a good meal in me, I know that my feelings of hope for planet earth will return.
Today it was the cockroach hipster in line with me, making jibes at the middle aged woman trying her hardest to sort things out, that finally broke me. It wasn’t her fault there was bad weather and that U.S. air travel has become a joke.
Hipsters: Just another group of followers wearing costumes to belong. They just happen to wear skinny jeans and goofy looking mustaches instead of business suits and ties. They may think that they are superior and individualistic, but they are wearing their version of a McDonald’s outfit all the same.