Rock 'n Roll

Dear George,

Isn’t making up reality a gas? What good is an empire if you can’t rock ‘n roll with the truth. The sweetest benefit of the merger of government and corporate capitalism is the way government has learned how to market bullshit.

You tell them your power is forever, our momentum unstoppable. Every fuckup is a smashing success; rampant corruption scales the heights of integrity; brutality is the healing touch of God’s hand.

I love make-believe! It’s better than Pan’s Never-Never Land where old men never grow up.

Truth sucks! That is why it must be neutralized. The easiest way to do that is to quantify bullshit. Drown reality in a sea of numbers; if it can’t be quantified, it ain’t real. This is where our oligarchy shines. The public is convinced that happiness is in the numbers. The larger your credit line, the happier you are.

It’s a hollow happiness that is kept inflated by noise and toys. Both hide the fact that they are on a hedonic treadmill, racing like hell to keep up with a dying prosperity and never noticing that no matter how fast they run they never move forward, but slowly, ever so slowly, are slipping backward.

And they are so very happy it brings tears to their eyes as they lie awake nights, staring at a darkened ceiling, wondering if their job is going to be shipped overseas. It just goes show that a deluded drone is a happy drone.

The only requirement for a successful PR campaign is a squat, a grunt and a plop.

Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones