The Faux Pas Press #33: Faster

22 May 2010

The Faux Pas Press #33

By Jason Fresh

Faster

When the chosen few, both in America and abroad, become a Marie Antoinette-like keepers of their own pasts (i.e. going to high school reunions, talking about Joe Montana hitting Dwight Clark to win the Super Bowl over 25 years ago, reminiscing with the gals from your senior class just to ‘catch up’ when you’re really taking a detailed inventory of who is scoring more loot, or talking about that time the guy at the place with the thingy) then what you’ve got on your hands is a world unprepared for the sweeping changes coming down the pipe. You’ve got a bunch of fat people sucking on the tit of a few hard-working people. Get faster, fatty. Get faster.

Like any pivotal moment in history - the rise of Napoleon to power over the First French Republic, the creation of the military industrial complex and the most prosperous ten years in American history (1950’s), or invention of the glue gun (the unsung hero of American ingenuity) – he who moves the slowest at key historical points (just like in a game of chess) loses. Now, I know that most of us, shopping at the store on the weekend, creeping around the shopping mall looking at other chics, jerking off in front of a glowing computer screen, most of us are hung up on the past, on the feeling of being OKAY. But guess what folks? No matter what the stock analysts tell you, no matter how much you’re paying tithing to your church, how many pancakes you can put into your bloated fucking belly – things are not okay. I repeat. Everything is not okay.

I once listened to the story of a woman who lost her right arm and spent 5 years in a coma because a drunk driver. She has since decided to spend the rest of her life with MADD talking about the dangers of drunk driving (a worthy way to spend a life and, sadly, a message that falls on far too many deaf ears). I remember her saying, “You know I forgive the man who was driving. We’re ‘friends’ now. It is all about fate, you know.” Now, I spoke up in the auditorium. “Excuse me, madam, madaaamm!!!! If the gods, the dreaded fates controlled our destiny, then what the hell is you addressing us today going to change anything?” A few co-workers looked at me in disgust (a usual occurrence in my life) and wondered why I would call this person out. Well, I’ll tell you why I called the one-armed woman out about issues of fate, destiny, the will of the gods. I called her out because it is not true. If you can stand back from yourself and your experience for just a minute you would see the battlefield raging beneath you, your neighbors waltzing all over the place talking about vacations and shit, and you would say to yourself, “If I am going to do anything with this experience, I am going to stop fucking around here. I am going to buck up. Quit buying into other people’s ideas, never enter another shopping mall, never eat at another fast food joint, cook my own food, stop depending on this systems around me to live, let my baby-booming folks fend for themselves and die in whatever way suits them, and get a fucking clue.” If I were living this standard, you’d see me making all my decision based upon fact, logic, and reason. You’d see me telling a lot more people to go fuck themselves – though I already tell many. I repeat everything is not okay. But you, you alone have the power to change things.

Now, I don’t know how much I buy into the 4 Noble Truths but I do know that there is suffering. Most of the suffering I have seen in the world is caused by the individual reacting to every emotional pulse around him.

You need to be careful not become a Napoleon I on the cozy thrown. You need to get faster folks. It is time to loose all of your weight (psychological, emotional, spiritual, and material). Great change is moving. Get in shape – get faster. Get off that thrown Napoleon and get ready for the shit.

Green Lights,

Jason Fresh

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