Our National Sociopathy

There is a dark side to any state induced oblivion — in this case, our national and international sociopathy, our unacknowledged inner and outer violence. By now it should be clear that our national and personal sociopathy stems more from our environment and culture than anything our mamas and daddies did to us in childhood, lousy as those things may have been for some.

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Retail Therapy and the Prozac Shopping Derby

Scratch the surface of a blissful consumer and often as not you find a person hollowed out by anxiety and hopelessness. I watch coworkers and good friends suffer — to the extent they are still capable of feeling anything — anxiety, learned helplessness, excess weight, job meaninglessness, all of which can supposedly be relieved by gulping down Prozac or something like it.

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Smell of tar and feathers in the morning

Now, lo and beshit, the Democrats have rescued us, if you can call running around like chickens with their heads up their asses while the Republicans did what they always do, get caught stealing the national kitty while bombing the hell out of some miserable piece of dirt as a distraction, thereby self-destructing in 12 years as usual, but getting obscenely rich in the process.

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