Doltishness

I lost my mind and wrote what follows the Justin Bieber Mad Magazine cover.  It was a mistake, the sort I warn my friends against making, but I will leave it here for you as a negative example.  A blog is a daily opportunity to show people what a dolt you are.  I've swallowed the hook on this one.  

WARNING:  DO NOT READ.  PROCEED NO FURTHER.  YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.  

There is a youth movement in the Middle East, I keep reading.  It is toppling the old guard and overturning dictatorships that have stood in power for decades.  I think, though, that this is an easy metaphor to latch onto for journalists.  Hell, we have a Youth Movement right here in the U.S.A.  They drive the economy.  Just watch "Skins" on MTV and you'll see that adults are just a bunch of corrupt dolts who are easy to out-think and out-maneuver.  But it began on The Disney Chanel.  Adults just have not made good role models.  At least not the ones kids are presented with.  And at school. . . ?  At home, mom and dad are busy watching "news" shows with adults yelling at one another like bad third graders and political figures like Palin and Bachman. . . well, it is more interesting to go to your room and play "Grand Theft Auto" and smoke salvia.  "Give me more of that shit!" they say while dreaming up a design for their next tattoo.  And nothing like the one mom has on her back just above the crack of her butt.  You know, something more substantial.

I can't pretend to understand the political and religious factors of the Middle East.  What I've heard from diplomats that have worked there, though, it is a curse on all their houses.  And friends from the middle east just shake their heads.

What I would like to see, though, is a study of population growth and resource availability.  When you read that sixty percent of the middle east is under thirty, you have to wonder if there aren't environmental pressures.  The N.Y. Times reports that what most of those polled said they wanted most was "freedom," but they want the sort of freedom that brings prosperity.  You know. . . stuff.  And I'm with 'em.  At least to this degree: If some people have stuff and I don't, I want some stuff.  If I see people having fun, and I'm having none. . . .

Revolution is exhilarating.  What comes next isn't so much.  When I was in Cuba in the nineties before the onslaught, the most notable difference that I noticed between the young and the old was "The Revolution."  The old were worn out by it.  It had brought them little to nothing but a long dependence upon Soviet money that had dried up long ago.  And for the young, it wasn't a revolution.  They wanted what everyone else wants, Freedom and Opportunity.  There was a problem in Cuba, though, that was documented but not well publicized.  There were not enough resources on the island to robustly support the island's human population.

No matter how much food we produce, human reproductive capabilities always outreach it.  And I keep wondering why we don't talk about it.  Here in America, of course, we have an economic system that depends upon growth, and so we rely on immigrants, illegal or otherwise, to fuel the economy.

O.K.  This is the sort of thing I should never write.  It is full of vagaries and generalities and idiot opinions.  It started out funny enough, but holy shit. . . . .  I'll just post a warning and let it go at that.