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Autor: Juan S. Galt
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A: System undo crew
Asunto: Re: [unSYSTEM] RIPUSA
That was an amazing read. Thank you Caleb

On Sat, Oct 25, 2014 at 5:55 PM, Caleb James DeLisle <cjd@???> wrote:

> Yesterday I decided to write something, I can't imagine doing this
> professionally, with just this tiny piece I feel too emotionally
> exhausted to defend it's veracity or really comment on any of it
> but I thought someone here might find it interesting.
>
> It's mirrored on my little static server http://thewebmustdie.com/
>
> CC-BY-SA with love from Paris
>
> -----BEGIN OF END-----
>
> It's getting colder out, I still have the window cracked and true to my
> Yankee upbringing I refuse
> to turn on the heat. New England Winter sets in slowly, every day is just
> a little bit colder than
> the day before. As long as the stove isn't burning it's still Fall, but
> Fall turns into Late Fall
> and then into Late Late Fall and we tell ourselves that the inch of snow
> we woke up to see will
> surely melt by tomorrow. Surrender comes with the strike of a match. Once
> the stove is burning
> there's no going back but the feeling of defeat and the long Winter ahead
> is buffered by the warmth
> radiating off the stove. It is this time of year that in hardware stores
> and coffee shops across
> New England, old timers say to one another "have you started your stove
> yet?".
>
> It is also this time of year that zombie Santa Clause rises from his
> grave. With the eyes of a
> crackmonster who hasn't seen sleep since Thanksgiving, he wanders the
> lonely Televisions and
> Department stores desperately imploring someone to buy something. Buy
> something, you owe it to
> your family, give them the gifts of greed and want, it will wash away the
> year's sins. Put it on
> your Master Card, next year will be better.
>
> The past few weeks have left me feeling nostalgic for an America that
> maybe never was and will
> certainly never be again. Before the obsessive masturbation of the fear
> instinct, before the police
> turned into an occupying force, back when the junkie on the corner was a
> gainfully employed used car
> salesman.
>
> Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Loud music, good whiskey and
> fast automobiles.
>
> The debunking of this mythical place I called home would not have troubled
> me so were it not
> the debunking of everything it stood for. Toward the end, Conspiracy
> Theory provided a last glimmer
> of hope for the Ideals on which The Republic stood. The vain hope that
> some overlooked detail
> about The Grassy Knoll or the Plane At The Pentagon would negate the cold
> reality that given the
> right to vote, the average person will elect and re-elect Nixons and
> Bushes until a nation is
> plundered, discredited and defunct. Every Jimmy Carter, every Barack
> Obama, everyone who
> has ever tried to change things merely swam against the tide. A tide of
> ghoulish monsters who
> will keep on electing their ghoulish monster presidents until the whole
> freak show comes grinding
> to a halt.
>
> 64 years ago, times were better. After World War 2, Europe was rebuilding
> and in the eyes of
> Western Europeans, the US had saved the world. Gold flowed into Fort Knox
> and investment into
> Wall Street, for the first time in American history, there was a middle
> class and they bought
> houses and cars and Televisions. For the first time they could proudly
> watch the cowboys win the
> west every Sunday night. This would be the blessing of the 20th century.
> The curse, that every
> year would be a little bit leaner and a little bit more wretched than the
> last.
>
> Thinking back of the terrible atrocities committed in the later half of
> the 20th century, one
> can't help but imagine a group of old men sitting around a table facing
> The Devil in a balance
> sheet. The American Way of Life was never particularly sustainable, when
> Europe got back on it's
> feet and took back it's gold and investments, I imagine the nervous
> meetings. The looming economic
> catastrophe from an overextended financial system and a population who'd
> tasted the good life and
> wanted more. Faced with a hole darker and deeper than the Great
> Depression, fearful men made a
> cheap decision. With a few financial hat tricks backed up by things too
> horrifying to mention,
> the system would not implode, instead it would rot away bit by bit.
>
> I do not wish to think of the United States as it is today. I prefer to
> remember it through film,
> to experience the open road and the enormous Red Convertible sailing down
> the interstate at 100
> miles an hour with the radio blaring. It may not be real but it is the
> America I wish to remember.
>
> There is also another America, inside of your pocket and on my desk, a
> series of tubes as it were.
> A place which could never have existed without wild and unruly spending
> that only an Empire can
> muster. As the Pyramids are to Egypt, and The Wall is to China, The
> Internet can only be the Great
> Wonder of America. And it could be no more fitting that America's great
> wonder would be, an open
> road, a road spanning every continent and crossing every ocean. A road
> complete with the swindlers
> and the highwaymen but a road none the less. And somewhere down the road,
> somewhere, anything is
> possible. Just Press Search.
>
> -----EOT-----
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