Encouraging News: Nothing at All has Changed.

What thrills me to endless happiness is that since George Jesus Bush has entered The White House, there has been no innovation in our culture. None. Nada. Zero. Zilcharoonie. This is a much more encouraging record than what transpired during the 1950's, the only comparable time in recent history to this period of conservative hell. And similarly, innovation poked along as the institutions of righteousness swirled stupidly and wasted valuable human energy. But take heart. What followed was enormous. And if the political swing of the pendulum is symmetrical, (and on what part of earth isn't it?), then we are in for quite a fun, uplifting ride.

And the news gets even better when we consider the numbers. During the Eisenhower administration, though stultifying and oppressive, some sort of freedom of thought prevailed, much more so than what is happening today. There was the rise of Elvis, James Dean and Ms. Monroe. We made great advances in Rocket Science. We invented The Neutron Bomb, the Polio vaccination, the Hoola Hoop, Thorazine and T.V. Dinners. The Beats were reciting their poetry around New York and San Francisco and anyone who was anyone got down to the serious business of taking L.S.D.

All this and the McCarthy Era, too!

What is the one new thing that has grown to great heights during the Bush years? Reality television...and that was a European import. (Boo! Why couldn't you send us socialized medicine across the Atlantic, instead?) Absolutely NOTHING is going on. So in absolute terms, the last five years have been creatively dimmer than any five year period during the slavish age of bleating that sheepy tune, I Like Ike.

The 2000's make the 1950's look like the fucking Renaissance.

This harsh, greedy, delusional, earth destroying culture of today, where the creative spirit is cut and twisted until it looks and feels even more tired than Mamie's hairdo, is the calm before the storm. Let us take great happiness in this age of complete stasis that is even deader than Roy Cohn's wretched, lying body. Think. Feel. Look around. Rest up. Get your teeth fixed. Clean out your closets. And take that trip to Trenton. 'Cause friends, if the Teens are even more to the left than the Sixties, and the pendulum makes that major swing toward humanism, innovation and dynamic social change, then living on this planet in the near future is going to be such a wild ride that in absolute value, it is going to make the summer of love look like a peck on the cheek from granny.

The other day I optimistically made a list for the future. I'm loading up on tye-dye, condoms, weed and getting ready for the British invasion. I am considering a stylish pageboy wig and a visit to the moon just so I can spend a few minutes on a celestial body where global warming isn't a problem. I'm buying iodine tablets, constructing a bomb shelter, learning to play the electric guitar and then, I'm going to lose about twenty pounds so my hip huggers won't look so disgusting while I'm burning my big gay bra on national television in front of the Lincoln Memorial. I suggest you make a similar list.

As Mark Twain Said: History doesn't repeat itself, but it often rhymes.


GET READY FOR THE TRANSITION: FROM MAMIE TO ZANIE!!!



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