where do people go?

every time there is a long weekend, people go some place. why? where are they going? is there some secret paradise that i am unaware of? as far as i know, there is nowhere to go, because in order to get there, you have to bring yourself, and that always drags the experience down a peg. but, one doesn't even need to get too philosophical to question these comings and goings. for sure, there will be a lot of cook outs tomorrow. people will stick american flags on their lawn. there will be a lot of eating and drinking, two things that americans still do well. even us traitors have to admit that.

so, they will get in their cars, waste money on gas and help to fuck the environment once more. they will stuff themselves with cows who never did them a bit of harm. others will remember butchers whom we prefer to think of as heroes. war will once again be romanticized, when what it needs is some good old fashioned demonization. war, the way we do it, needs to be abolished, but how can that be when we celebrate its practioners? we are a culture that celebrates the wrong things. we have columbus day, and murder sacco and vanzetti. we listen to kissenger, and deport emma goldman. we elect obama, and kill malcolm. the heroes are there; we just don't celebrate them. we have it upside down, and things won't flip anytime soon, for the powerful have set it up this way for a reason.

but what do we care, for we are off for the long weekend and the beer and the burgers and the patriotic songs and the american flags. hey, our parents did it, and that's good enough for us. change? growth? what are you, some kind of a nut?

yes, i suppose i am.