There used to be a thing call hiphop. There used to be a Grand Old Opry. There used to be folk music before there were such things as 'singer-songwriters'. There used to be organic politics and grass roots movements. But a generation has been seduced, and a market culture has been produced. The Producers rule. No longer will Americans, in the foreseeable future, search for anyone like Huey P. Newton or Angela Davis. They will wait for the movie, the clothing line, the soundbite, the cultural signal. That will work until the shooting begins, and then it will have to be solved through anonymously located podcasters. That is the gut of my insight this evening. Everybody is going to have to wait for the movie.
It's not an income gap so much as it is a literacy gap. The ability to articulate a working class common sense is going to have to wait for the right stand up comedian, somebody who is in the right place at the right time and who gets paid to write and speak his own mind to the masses. Right now, comedians are who we trust. Not preachers so much. Not poets at all. Not politicians so much. Not police so much. So clearly there's a chance for poets, even if they are Tupac.
Americans don't want to lock themselves away. But they will, and they will homeschool. The death of the cosmopolite is on the verge of becoming real, and the American oligarchs won't be able to resurrect a proper, trusted, upper middle class. That would require pushing down more responsibility than I think they're willing to give up.
Liberty will survive. I'm just not sure that so many will experience and recognize it through the fog of the semiotic swamp. Reality TV hasn't helped.
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