Memorial Day! So what exactly is a memorial? And what is being memorialized?
A memorial – “Something designed to preserve the memory of a person or event…”
Design: craft, construction, artifice, | a show.
To preserve: To sugar, salt, pickle, embalm, set under glass (like a fragile document)
Ah! That’s it! Perhaps this memorial day we are embalming our constitution. After all, it has already lost all signs of life, so we might as well make it a big show, pound our chests, wear our medals, and let the chattel feel that the memories are really theirs and not simply an illusion, an artifice, a design.
We will drag ourselves away from the tele-prompted talking heads, and the reality TV stars stranded naked in a Peruvian jungle, just to sanctify the really big show – the Memorial Day Parade coming to your neighborhood. While we continue to hospitalize, incarcerate, kill, or cast our veterans into poverty, we will thank them for keeping the constitution safe – embalmed, pickled, and under glass. I salute our veterans, especially those who refused to go back for a second helping. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me a second time, shame on me. “We won’t be fooled again!”
We continue to celebrate holidays as if they mattered. It matters not that the civilized world has reached its breaking point, and that our systems of command and control are ratcheting up their activities and supplies at the same time that they are showing real signs that they are approaching their ‘sell by’ date. The global environment is deteriorating before our eyes, due to massive amounts of pollution, including (but not limited to) the slap-happy burning of fossil fuels, while we are arguing over who is going to take possession of the Arctic seabed to pump out all those hidden oil reserve treasures sunk into the farthest reaches of mother earth’s belly. Well, at least we can be glad the polar ice sheets are melting, gives us easier access to all that pent up carbon just dying to get out! So, bring out the hot dogs and relish the day… haha, fooled ya! Along with the beer and chips. Although in Denver I hear they are planning a big bonfire, all the marijuana shops are chipping in some stash so “everybody must get stoned.” Actually, I will be back home in Colorado, where I lived for 25 years, over the 4th of July, and boy, I’ll betcha there will be more than fireworks lit up on that day. But, not to worry about that tornado that touched down at the Denver airport last week, everyone was a mile-high anyway. Guess now I understand why it was called the Mile High City… everybody must get stoned!
So let the planet go up in smoke (no pun intended)! We will enjoy our celebrations under glass, and toast our heroes since we have nothing else to offer them. Freedom! Another wonderful word. What is it? An automobile, a house, a plane ticket, and money in the bank. So go and celebrate America; and hey, you folks in Colorado… have a toke for me. And watch out; I hear there are alot of disenfranchised and labelled ‘dangerous’ vets, looking for a place to rest their heads! Just kiddin! See ya’ll soon! kC