Corners...



Now You Know
by CDM.MMXII



There’s an old saying that relates to foresight in action... it goes “don’t paint yourself into a corner.”  Right.  You’re painting the floor, don’t paint yourself into a corner (where you’ll be trapped by your own wet paint).  Hmmm... that’s most generally good advice, and of course the idea of leaving yourself a route back out applies to a great deal more than the fairly rare case of actually painting the floor.

These days I’m thinking that is exactly what my culture has done though, I’m thinking we’ve allowed ourselves to be painted into a corner of our own making.  All of the liberations and libations, all of the profitable passions and ultimately pornographic compassion, all of the psychobabble bullshit addressing all of the politically correct angst and anxiety of the steers and queers and identity challenged alternate lifestyles trying to justify the sterility they’ve created?  I’m thinking those are nothing more than the wet paint locking several generations of American’s into a corner, where they must either wait for the paint to dry (aka, waste off a generation or two into the grave from old age, and neglect to put their story in the history books),  or walk out leaving tracks to advertise just how not bright we really were back in the day.