Once a COTO, Now a de-SOTO

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"Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people." -- Eleanor Roosevelt

We are relics, just like the gaudy sheet-metal barges they stopped making in 1961.  We were once the COTO- Coalition Of The Obvious, and we kept screaming about the OJ- the Outrage du Jour… “They” are doing this, that, chicken-fat."  Meanwhile, our fellow citizens swirled around us, seemingly uncaring and oblivious to the approaching catastrophe, intent only on getting the next shiny thing to stuff their house-full o’ stuff.  Now, we are SOTO-  Sick Of The Obvious- and we have come full circle and joined our fellows in their cynicism.  OJ Simpson… Outrage du Jour… it’s all entertainment—a simulacra spectacle that has little to do with us—until it decides that it does.  We are powerless meat-wad eating and pooping machines: “consumers.”

Here’s the Obvious:  There is no “government.” There is no “political process.” There is no “country.” The great collective that passes for the USA is merely a network of corporate fiefdoms controlled by professional looters who are turning imaginary paper into machines, food and protected territory as fast as they possibly can… because they know the approaching die-off will convert monetary feudalism to the real feudalism of fortresses, food and firearms.  DUH.  The Great-Unwashed you once mocked when you were in the COTO realizes the obvious:  when you peer down the outhouse hole, you’ll see nothing but crap.  So our fellow meat-wads chose not to even think about it… and guess what:  maybe they were correct.  Why?  Because—like being aboard a crashing airliner—there’s nothing you can DO about it.

So now you are SOTO- Sick Of The Obvious… but to be a de-SOTO, you must get a realistic handle on what you CAN do.  Forget about “calling your representative and demanding” squat.  Grow some tomatoes.  Forget about “waking up the sleeping masses.”  They are asleep for a REASON:  they can’t handle it, and neither can you.  Oh sure, there are Elmer Fudd twits who think they are going to resist the Wehrmacht with their “2^nd Amendment “Rights.””  They will be quickly roasted by thermobaric weapons and unmanned drones flown by “employees” who are still getting a paycheck.  Do I have to spell it out for you?  OK—here it is:  YOU’RE HOPELESSLY FUCKED.  There.  Feel better?  Of course you don’t.  And here’s why:

Nobody “wants” to believe they are hopelessly fucked.  When did your “outrage fuse” blow?  Was it when the shrink-wrapped tons of c-notes on pallets were being shipped to a war zone?  Was it when you saw the gold-plated fustercluck “Missile Defense System” or “The Worst Congress Ever?   When did you get Beyond Hope?   Or do you still think that anything the Fats put on TV has shit-fuck-anything to do with YOU other than distraction and entertainment?  IGNORE “Them.”  CHEAT “Them” whenever you get the chance.  Sabotage it… screw it… bollix it up whenever you get the chance.  Švejk  it! Don’t try to kill “Them.” They expect that.  IGNORE “Them.”  That has not happened in the history or the WORLD!

Ironic, isn’t it? We have come full-circle and realized the wisdom of our “less-enlightened” fellow “citizens:  Ignore it.  There’s nothing you can do… BUT… realize your “fellow citizens” will put you on a death-train to make a paycheck.  Why?  Because they are not ignoring “Them” hard enough.  As Chris Hedges says in Empire of Illusion:

"A culture that cannot distinguish between reality and illusion dies. And we are dying now. We will either wake from our state of induced childishness, one where trivia and gossip pass for news and information, one where our goal is not justice but an elusive and unattainable happiness, to confront the stark limitations before us, or we will continue our headlong retreat into fantasy."

It’s worse than that. We are already dead.  Now… here’s the choice:

Zombie or Phoenix?