hopeless

I just spent the weirdest New Year of all time. I watched George Carlin’s American Dream. Had to watch it to the very end. It was captivating. Probably the best bit of TV I’ve watched.

He took Lenny Bruce a stage further. This wasn’t comedy even though it made me laugh; it was acute social observation.

George Carlin’s American Dream (TV Series 2022) – IMDb

You need to watch it. Well worth it. Sometimes it’s hard to get your head round where George was coming from. It was so dark. But this is what I gleaned:

We are a rogue species. Our whole history has been run on violence and destruction. We are a completely messed up species. There is no hope for us. The sooner we are all gone the better.

Individually we are fine but put us together in a group and we become rabid, completely nuts. Lunatic religions. Lunatic politics. Lunatic conspiracy. Just lunatic.

What we need is a good virus to eradicate us.

The whole world is run by around 900 billionaires for 900 billionaires. They don’t give a fuck about us. THEY REALLY DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT US!

To them we are an expendable workforce, a mindlesss bunch of soldiers to be deployed and a bunch of suckers to be exploited. Our lives are worthless, pointless and completely useless. We exist so that they can do what they want. Fortunately for them we are extremely gullible and easy to control.

The last thing that 900 want is an educated, thinking public. They like us stupid, working for them, sacrificing ourselves for them and voting for who they tell us to. They want a stupid, ill-informed bunch of morons unable to reason. They want dope, soap and social media. When we’re not working for them they want us comatose.

The way the world is organised is complete madness and there is no way of putting it right because we, as a species, are insane. We are as guilty as the 900 responsible for the shit show. We put them in charge. We elect their puppets.

All we can do is remove ourselves from the shitshow and watch it as entertainment.

There is no hope. Give up the idea of hope. Give up the idea of trying to make things better. There is no way. We are all fundamentally damaged. We are fucked.

War, natural disasters, starvation, volcanoes, hurricanes, drought, global warming, plagues, sit back and enjoy. It’s entertainment. We are doomed. Anything that helps kill us off is good. It’s entertainment. Divorce yourself. There is no hope.

Forget about the planet. We cannot hurt the planet. Even if we wipe out 99% of life it’ll come back. The planet’s not in danger. We are! We will be gone and the planet with take a deep sigh and move on. We are the problem and we will kill ourselves and there’s nothing anybody can do about it.