Great Expectorations

Great Expectorations is, among other things, the book Dickens wishes he'd written as it would have been much funnier. It is a story about following your dreams even if they go in circles and travelling back to the 50s to life the good life and fight the good fight, before it all went to shit. I can't garauntee success or even an creditable attempt, but I'll try to try. Also find ramblings unconnected and unreasonable. No standards apply to Wilt's writing. I mean NONE. If it blows, it blows.

Name: Wilt N Flowers
Location: Ireland

Wilt Flowers is my novelist alter-ego. The non-book things I post here are often not true, or distorted so far from true that it doesn't matter anymore, so any similarity to real life is remote. Nobody take this seriously. Or I'll 'ave ya. Spelling mistakes stay in, it's the way God wrote it through me, I'm not about to change that.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

A simple mission

I want you, each of you free-thinking, sensible people who read this, to go out tomorrow, find one idiot (just go outside and through a stone) , and take his money.

Idiots with money are dangerous.

If idiots didn't have money, then people couldn't sell crap. It's actually that simple. For future reference, I'll talk about that as the "money/crap equation" and you'll know what I mean. Thanks.

So let's close the college doors for a while, take away all the qualifications a person can get and let those who still crave validation starve for it. You don't need it. Nobody is born stupid. I'm convinced it's reversable.

The whole thing more or less has to come down because we've got our world arse-over-head in a big way. It doesn't work. Docile, boring-ass masses distracted by pretty shiny things and stick-and-carrot wages. You work, you get money, you keep working, you keep getting money, but you don't get rich ("rich" is the carrot) - if you're not happy, you quit and you get the stick - no money at all. And the prospect of being rich just vanished too. So you keep going, cause you need a little money, then you see you can just keep earning the stuff like nobody's business. But THEN you need an iPod and a big TV. A car. A bigger house. Better clothes. Carpets. Wallpaper. Drapes.

It all adds up and basically you're broke again. But at least you feel fancy with your car and your TV and your drapes and your iPod. You spend all your money showing off how rich you are - and all that shit you bought won't sell second-hand for jack nothing. Except maybe the house. Which might have to go. Because your ass is probably getting fired. That hasn't got anything to do with being an idiot. It's just poetic justice.

But to the problem in hand, vis a vis idiots. People are idiots frustratingly selectively. A guy who can keep track of 200 players in a football league, and factor the permutations into an educated guess at a result but doesn't even vote is an idiot in one area, but not another. Not voting is a way of making the state irrelevant, and noble as such, but not voting because you don't care is stupid.

It doesn't have to be how it is. It actually doesn't. If ever there's been cause for a revolution, it's the Starbucks/MTV world. Global Warming is practically insignificant, apparently. Computer simulations are a waste of time because they assume we know what's happening with our planet in extreme detail. We can barely get the weather right for Tuesday.

In the past, farmers took their tools in their hands and fought their opressors when it went too far (a romantic image and symbol, but they didn't fight with AK-47s, did they?). Actually, it had been too far for quite a while before anybody really knew. But they didn't have anything to do but drudge. We still drudge, but then we go watch Pimp My Ride or Mythbusters (cool show by the way) and it goes away for a while. So we're kept safe and docile in the knowledge that the big things don't matter, as long as our "rides" are "fly".

MTV can fuck away off for itself.

But we don't have tools these days, do we?

Do you believe me?

We have tools. Better than tools. We have weapons. Shake your head around a bit.

But not too much. That's your brain you're sloshing around in there like a jackass.

It's not a fucking donkey. And it shouldn't be treated like one.

Actually, I don't even think DONKEY'S should be treated like that.

The whole carrot thing is pretty mean when you think about it.