By Pitchfork © 2011

Blog of Week of April 18, 2011

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The consummate, certain tipping point to America’s settling – empire, society, money, governance, role, status, expectation, deference due, force forborne, good faith and credit by all and sundry, excellence opportunity, statist dependence, and on – is anyone’s to conjure furshur a priori. 

Date-certain?  Dunno.  Event-certain?  Dunno.  Certain?  Yes, short of a sea change the likes of which is beyond mortal coil and grasp, in ‘Fork’s opinion.

Nomenclature misleads.  Take tipping point. 

Cascade or the like would serve meaning better.  For a few, the settling is under way.  Ask Bibi and da boyz.  Ask southern Arizonans.  Ask silver.  Ask gold.  Ask the NYBOT.  Ask Julian Assange; better, ask Bradley Manning.  For others, it’s beginning.   Ask around.  For most, it’s nothing.  It’s gonna be alright.  Ask government geeks, goons, and those fearsome f..ls:  the fabled, figmentous preterghouls who feed off the flesh and blood of those yet to be conceived, having ravaged the living and the rest. 

The overwhelming, the swallowing up, the darkening of all doorsteps, while quick to lay claim across the fruited plain, it won’t be in an instant everywhere.  Panic, hysteria, paralysis, dread, and worse – will be like rolling thunder comin’ atcha, and not a lightning strike.

And the point – there will be shock and there needn’t be shock – it’s not about a here and now and soon to be more without a before.  We’ve got baggage.  Mountains of baggage.  There’s history.  Millennia of history. 

‘Fork’s likes to tell the story of his old piece of paper with the circle evenly divided by a line up and down.  On the left goes a dot for a ‘bad’ thing for America – each thing heard, read, watched, lived – less freedom, more government.  On the right goes a dot for a ‘good’ thing for America. – more freedom, less government.  The left side’s a mess; the right side’s nearly spotless.  It’s giddy-up up time to ride with the ones what brung us – individual irresponsibility, immorality, conceits, and faithlessness – the tote outta Eden.

Dredged in denials, folks keep on.  ‘Fork IDs this keeping-on as the Long Tail Theory (a behavioral notion, not the widely-flogged statistical notion).  A long tail belongs to each of us, to our metaphor, to our meaning – once our course sets – conditions, circumstances accepted and rejected, the taken up and the not taken up, the knowing and the not knowing – we each head in a life’s direction dragging behind us a growing tail of satisfyingly shaped experiences, affirmations, validations, well-wrapped anomalies and angst and agitae, and general assurances of safety in the numbers and things with which we surround ourselves.

The long tail steadies and straightens our life’s progress – avoiding resistance and its extra efforts to aright – helps us hold the line of our trek.

Conform you not and bear the burdens – fewer buddies, thinner packs; uneven advancement, unremarked achievement; spectral rejection; bounds and barriers; the perils of principal; the crosses of conviction; the pains of paradigms lost by losing or never having lived.

Many troubles we’re in are clear to ‘Fork.  The troubles we’re in-for form and fade in the fog of future.  The torments, the tensions, the tears and trepidations, the innocents, the ignorant, the defenseless and the undefended, the insults and injuries of all sorts – it’s not just the scruff of the slue; it’s the size of it, too. 

Might could be the mother of all requiems just ahead.  This is gonna get hard.

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