Big Red Jeff Rubard
2010-02-03 23:58:12 UTC
Ode to my Favorite Class
Once one’s ship has come in, and consequently the stick-thin Westerner
begins sprinkling his speech with Italian, “class conflict” is
“impolitic” qua unwise either direction it will go: back and forth
against your “better judgment”, or up and down against your “best
interests”. However, circumstances permit me to issue a piece of
Trotskyist moralism on the topic: namely, that I am once again a
member of the middle class and must move “forward in all directions”.
So many lies told on the topic, really: “We are all middle class now”,
“We should all be middle class”, “We must defend middle-class values”,
and so on ad nauseam. Who are “We”? We, the people of the United
States of America? Of course it is a “normal country”, on pain of
reductio, and normal countries mostly have other people in them: those
“paid” to commit crimes against “property”, the proletarians asked to
do it all and do it again for as little as possible; and those who
commit crimes against persons, the bourgeoisie any degree hautenesse.
On the other hand we do not have the silver, we do not have the gold;
the very idea eludes us, as does complete “satisfaction” in anything
we do, including the utterance of speech acts. There is nothing to do
except “ask after” various items of vital interest to the current day
and posterity, and try to look brave as the truth (we already did way
more than anyone ever has to do, and no “man” of woman born can do
anything other than gently question their own authority as we
effortlessly sail through whatever kind of life is, of course,
possible for U.S. citizens protected by the law).
It’s the way I’m livin’, and what can I say? “Better” to be something
else, at least other than a producer and manufacturer of “quality”
goods and services all kinds at the right price — so wonderful,
really, that “just war” went away and we could be.
~ by jeffrubard on September 4, 2009.
Once one’s ship has come in, and consequently the stick-thin Westerner
begins sprinkling his speech with Italian, “class conflict” is
“impolitic” qua unwise either direction it will go: back and forth
against your “better judgment”, or up and down against your “best
interests”. However, circumstances permit me to issue a piece of
Trotskyist moralism on the topic: namely, that I am once again a
member of the middle class and must move “forward in all directions”.
So many lies told on the topic, really: “We are all middle class now”,
“We should all be middle class”, “We must defend middle-class values”,
and so on ad nauseam. Who are “We”? We, the people of the United
States of America? Of course it is a “normal country”, on pain of
reductio, and normal countries mostly have other people in them: those
“paid” to commit crimes against “property”, the proletarians asked to
do it all and do it again for as little as possible; and those who
commit crimes against persons, the bourgeoisie any degree hautenesse.
On the other hand we do not have the silver, we do not have the gold;
the very idea eludes us, as does complete “satisfaction” in anything
we do, including the utterance of speech acts. There is nothing to do
except “ask after” various items of vital interest to the current day
and posterity, and try to look brave as the truth (we already did way
more than anyone ever has to do, and no “man” of woman born can do
anything other than gently question their own authority as we
effortlessly sail through whatever kind of life is, of course,
possible for U.S. citizens protected by the law).
It’s the way I’m livin’, and what can I say? “Better” to be something
else, at least other than a producer and manufacturer of “quality”
goods and services all kinds at the right price — so wonderful,
really, that “just war” went away and we could be.
~ by jeffrubard on September 4, 2009.