Thursday, February 08, 2007

The Hit Charade

It's another chilly night outside, here, but on the other side of the world, grunts are humping it down debris-strewn streets. A slightly more uneven game of "Cat and Mouse" is underway, as modern vendettas are freely mixed with ancient ones. The pots race to achieve a rolling boil, before the juices evaporate.

Where is the race here? Is there a contest hidden here, somewhere?

Sure, there's always some iconic cause being chanted somewhere; The verses may vary a bit, but the chorus is inevitably devoid of substance. Ideologues and idiots readily strike up the band, but getting them to give up the baton has historically proven more difficult, even after the composition reveals its turgid familiarity to hardened fans.

As the pictures dull, and recollections of what was done to whom(and when) are squirreled away in private memories. Among the remains are a few shopworn notions: valor, honor, devotion to the cause, bravery, forming a discordant chorus of their own. Equal in measure, folly and hubris are mixed with misguided ambitions from diverse sources, yielding a miserable etude, familiar to anyone who's ever breathed air; hummed, at times; barked out in a stupefying roar, at others. People may possess these sterling qualities (isn't that the way the lyrics go?) in many forms. The problem is, the damned song doesn't prescribe nobility, forebearance, compassion, dignity, respect, or a host of other laudable traits. At least, not in any of the countless versions that I've been exposed to. Woeful in it's effect on listeners and performers alike, it's far worse for weary souls who attempt to change the words of the song, or to tune it out.

27 Comments:

Blogger Homo Escapeons said...

My heart goes out to those grunts..I know that there are a few that wouldn't miss it for the world..but most of those people are ordinary souls doin' what they're told.
They have to look at the glass half full picture just to keep it together...and a part of me wishes that they were right..and on some level they are if the circumstances were different.

I cannot help but think that this rescue mission is more than the Pearls before Swine that some in the media are reporting to those of us safe and sound over here while we are staring in the fridge during the commercials.

All of those poor ordinary citizens who won't get to leave with the Crusaders are in for a huge War...the few psychotic powermad bullys are going to pour gas on a fire already fueled by centuries old grievances and ridiculous doctrinal differences that will be settled with lead and blood...
I don't think that anything can stop that country from trisecting..
nothing.

12:39 PM PST  
Blogger grumblefish said...

Howdy HE-

Yep, the philosophizing doesn't seem to start until AFTER
the shooting does, but the anecdotes all have a similarity that transcends the ages. Sad to say, I don't think that the allure of open conflict will go away soon, at least, not until something (or persons unnamed) can
set a truly horrific process in
motion, one with statistically noticable numbers of casualties.
It probably doesn't bear consideration, but it's way too expensive to go postal on the other guy, just because he claims
that his mother doesn't wear army boots.
Your remarks about trisection
may be the carrot in this race-
ever since the Balfour Accords, the whole region has had self- identity problems. All sides in this shitstorm are firing at the
wrong targets, though.
Thanks for stopping by!

8:11 PM PST  
Blogger ♥ My Intrepid Soul ♥ said...

How is it I can read an entire post by you and not understand a single thing? I understand the difficult vocabulary words but string them together and I am stuck at a knot! Going back to see if a second reading helps any.......Glad to see you posted something

7:03 PM PST  
Blogger ♥ My Intrepid Soul ♥ said...

Okay, do you tutor?

7:05 PM PST  
Blogger grumblefish said...

Howdy D-
Fighting seems to be motivated by primitive drives. "Civilized"
nations don't typically push our
buttons too hard with overt calls to arms, but are certainly not
averse to saturating our senses with sounds (political speeches) and sights (repetitive newsclips,
vendetta-themed war movies) to
stir up visions of glory, power, adventure. To get reasonable people
to suspend or dilute reason may
mean laying on these subconscious
cues pretty thick.
Glad you stopped by, D!

3:44 AM PST  
Blogger JadedTLC said...

Interestingly enough, neither of us have written in a long while. And interestingly enough (more), I wrote BEFORE reading this. Wow, can I say get out of my brain? Or perhaps the images and terror flood us, our forever orange alert - as if we'll ever be green or blue or whatever's at the bottom.

Thank you for writing so carefully about something and SomeOnes who deserve it so.

10:19 PM PDT  
Blogger grumblefish said...

Hey! She's back! Howdy jTLC.
That's the way things go, for better or worse. The two combatant
"adversaries" live at opposite ends of the factual information chain: at one end, a society wired into every source of sensory info (fact, speculation. dissimulation, and wild-assed guesses) left to sift through the BS; at the other,
a society as far removed as imaginable, with its own set of
information challenges. Both sides
are stirred to a state of anxiety and common ignorance of one another as possible, on the same planet. it's like the bus is expediting lifes journey, without a driver.

11:01 PM PDT  
Blogger Matthew said...

just got some phantom posts of yours, 2006 vintage, drifting again through my feed reader. i was a bit surprised to see comments from myself already on the post.

1:51 PM PDT  
Blogger homo escapeons said...

Grumbly you are an excellent writer and I need to be reading you...if you can possibly manage the time.

Seriously, the blogosphere needs more sentient writers like you...are you posting somewhere else that I don't know about?

10:53 AM PDT  
Blogger Michelle said...

february 8th? come back already! ;)

4:04 AM PDT  
Blogger homo escapeons said...

Ok it is almost July.
Grumbilicus Maximus we beseech you to return and save Rome.

10:33 AM PDT  
Blogger Matthew said...

Yo.

8:03 PM PDT  
Blogger homo escapeons said...

July...August..September...

((ahem))

9:33 AM PDT  
Blogger JadedTLC said...

Where have you been? I know, I disappeared too! You are missed!

8:16 PM PDT  
Blogger homo escapeons said...

If you were on FaceBook I could have just poked you.

10:05 AM PST  
Blogger stella said...

Grumble?

Happy New Year wherever you!!!

beep beep

*S*

8:38 AM PST  
Blogger mistipurple said...

so, it's a post a year eh?

9:43 AM PST  
Blogger mistipurple said...

9th February 2008.
wake up rip van winkle. :P

12:19 AM PST  
Blogger Homey said...

Holy Crap Misti is right.
An entire Year!
This must be rectified immediately!

10:04 AM PST  
Blogger Donn said...

February '07!!

Where aren't thou?

8:01 PM PDT  
Blogger Donnnnn said...

End of June 08!
Come on you are far too good at this to be silent for such long periods of time.

Humour me.

10:44 AM PDT  
Blogger mistipurple said...

july 25th '08, but who's counting.

11:54 AM PDT  
Blogger JadedTLC said...

Thanks for the read GFish I hope you are well.. happy September! :)

12:10 AM PDT  
Blogger mistipurple said...

merry christmas 2008 and a fantastic new year 2009, fishy! love ya!
and won't you blog, like ever? hahha.

12:53 AM PST  
Blogger tuti said...

er.. it's me, grumble.
used to ride your fins to outer sea.

10:04 AM PDT  
Blogger tuti said...

bet you wouldn't have a facebook account.
-misti

11:09 PM PDT  
Blogger tuti said...

merry christmas, grumblefish.
luv,
misti

5:27 AM PST  

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