17 October 2011

99 Percent

While watching a superhero cartoon the other evening - because I’m over thirty and married, I can do any childish thing I want without feeling ridiculous - I had a bizarre epiphany strike me during a climactic showdown between the heroes and the villain.  This being, called Graviton (dear lord, the people at Marvel really did run out of creative names at some point), had absolute control over gravity - one of the four basic forces of the universe.  One of the heroes calls out to Graviton, saying that such immense power could have been used to benefit all mankind.  It’s the stock moment in so many superhero stories, but at that time a voice in my head cried out, “Bullshit!”
Why?  Because if I was in that situation, where I suddenly found that I could control one of the fundamental laws of physics with my mind, I would have already destroyed my fifth orphanage by the time the hero had even posed the question.  I know that you’re now thinking that I’m a horrible person who should be locked away forever, but I must protest your judgemental attitude.  I am not a horrible person, but at the point I am given god-like powers I would cease to even be a person.  Does that mean I would start sprouting tentacles like some Lovecraftian horror?  Not necessarily, but at that point I would have more in common with Cthulhu than the average joe.
As human beings, we have limitations.  There is only so much we can do to affect changes in reality, but we really are brilliant at going right up to the edges of those limitations and pulling off some fantastic changes.  But should I somehow gain awesome cosmic powers, there would no longer be any limitations to my behavior.  As a result, I would feel a sense of detachment from the entire species.  Anything I could dream of would be possible, so why should I not do it?  Morality would be tossed to the wayside and orphanage-flinging would commence.  The old adage that power corrupts is not as accurate as saying that power dehumanizes the powerful.
Thankfully, there are no laboratory accidents doling out awesome powers, mostly chemical burns and singed eyebrows.  The closest thing we have to that are trust funds and the stock market.  I have had a second epiphany, after the supervillain one.  What I have described, a person completely detached from humanity, seems to also work terribly well for many of the super wealthy.  It’s the only explanation I can find for the callous behavior of so many CEO’s.  They have this vast wealth, which frees them from so many of the limitations imposed on nearly every other human being on this planet.  They feel justified in playing with the lives of ordinary people, all in the name of the shareholders.  They destroy people’s livelihoods, trap individuals in debt, and treat good health as a commodity instead of a necessity.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that we are living in a world with real supervillains.  But this isn’t a time for superheroes.  This is not a struggle that will be won by people in capes and tights.  It won’t be one individual leading the way, taking the fight all on their own.  We do not need such a powerful individual.  It’s time that we realize that we are enough for the challenge.  All of us, together.  
We are individually limited.  We do not have the wealth to confront them financially, because that is their domain.  The oligarchs of our age built that arena.  No one of us can really stand against that wealth and power, but all of us together can.
America has become the wonderland of the Objectivist, Ayn Rand’s “Utopian” dream.  The lower class in this country is responsible for its own problems for having the temerity to be born poor.  On the bright side, this system is not sustainable, as shown by the recent financial crisis.  The challenge for the rest of us it to keep this country and this world from slipping into chaos when the system does collapse under its own largess.  

03 October 2011

Thoughts on Twitter

I despise Twitter.  There is no section of that website that does not fill me with an immense loathing of all humanity.  And I like humanity!  I really do!  I think we’re a fantastic species, having accomplished a great deal in our short time on this planet and capable of so much more.  We went from from discovering fire to sending men to the moon in less than 100,000 years, which is brilliant for a species that spends most of its time trying to destroy itself.  But Twitter represents the absolute nadir of technology, and, by association, human development.  I now spend days dreaming that any number of post-apocalyptic scenarios will occur in my lifetime in the hope that Twitter will finally be destroyed.  In other words, I am actively hoping for the destruction of civilization as we know it just to stop another “Tweet” from ever going out.
Why the hatred?  Why the vitriol?  Two reasons, the first being that I love language.  But what’s that you say?  Twitter is language?  It is communication?  My only response to that, alien voice in my head, is that you should keep quiet lest I beat you down with the unabridged OED.  Every “Tweet” - and I continue to use the quotation marks because I refuse to adopt such an idiotic term as part of my own vocabulary, apart from answering the question, “What sound does a bird make?” - is nothing more than a viral sound byte.  It is a random thought, restricted to 140 characters.  Yes, it is communication, but it is communication devoid of any real meaning.  What thought can possibly be encapsulated in such a limited amount of space?  I’ve tried reading some Twitter profiles, and I cannot make any sense of it.  There is no context for about seventy-five percent of what is on there.  There is only one sort of communication that makes a shred of sense on the page, and it is the only form of communication that benefits from short, snappy messages lacking context or complex thought - advertising.  It is nothing but a marketing tool, an attempt by individual humans to sell the world on their own value.
That brings me to my second reason: I love humanity.  I said it before, but I need to reinforce that message.  I truly care about all humans, even the ones I don’t particularly like.  And it pains me to see individuals use such a service to transform their lives into some sort of commodity that must be advertised in order for it to have any worth.  Every life already has worth.  Every one of us is a vast array of thoughts and emotions, constantly shifting as time moves on.  Twitter debases the human experience.  Maybe I’m reading too much into the topic, and perhaps the site is only a bit of harmless fun.  Or maybe I’m just another cynic, and my own voice doesn’t even deserve to be heard on the topic.