I saw a revealing article this morning about a French actress stripping bare on a stage during an awards ceremony with the words ”No Culture, No Future” written on her front.
I beg to differ with her view. Without getting into the weeds about her own protest, which really seems to be relegated to whether French people should have the right to crowd into movie theaters together, regardless of whether they make each other sick and possibly dead, I’m quite positive there will be a future, with or without culture, unless there aren’t enough people left to attend.
I will spare you the photos of my own planned protest. I have in mind to use some of Beth’s lipstick and write across my ample front, ”No People, No Culture” as a repartee.
This brings up one of the most troubling basic premises of Darwinian evolutionary theory. He posits the maxim survival of the fittest to describe those members of a species able to remain in the gene pool and pass on their genetic material to insure the species survives.
Western culture seems determined to have a PASS/FAIL test as to the veracity of this theory. Like, this year.
It’s already troubling to me that what is supposed to be one of the smartest sub-groups of our species has developed technology that, if deployed, would assure the destruction of our species. So, there’s that.
Then, there’s the current fact that a significant portion of our fellow homo sapiens seem hell-bent on deploying brilliant and ”free” behaviors to the same end.
This begs the question, what is fitness, n’est pas?
Obviously, nuclear physicists need not apply.
And the shrinking freedom brigade is cancelling itself by its own proficiency at using freedom to kill off a large number of its practitioners.
This ”give me liberty, or give me death” crowd seems too ideologically pure to be bothered with the concern that they’re killing a lot of the rest of us, too. Maybe a better mantra for these folks would be, ”give me liberty, or give everybody death.”
It’s becoming apparent that anyone who would rather die, or kill someone else, than wear a piece of fabric over their mouth and nose when they’re near other people doesn’t meet another of Darwin’s fitness qualifications either, that of adaptability.
I like Me & Bobby McGee as much as the next fellow, but come on, now, that’s pushing the chorus a little far.
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Forgive me, but I think there’s a pretty simple sequence here: People before Economy and, People before Culture, and People Before Freedom. Seems right. Check me if I’m wrong.
For my math nerd friends: People>Freedom>Economy>Culture
I’ve got plenty of room to scrawl No People, No Economy on my backside. Heck, there’s probably room to get No People, No Freedom drawn on too. That way, I too, can have my moment of performance-art protest fame.
Note: I’m gonna need help writing this on myself. If those persons who helped write on the bare ass cheeks of those other Darwinian genii, the Proud Boys, could give a guy a hand, I’d be much obliged.
Note on note: I got a good chuckle when looking for the image above when I saw that those pretty yellow plaid kilts were made by a gay-owned Virginia company, Verillas, known for its support for the LGBTQ community. Has anyone noticed any Proud Boys Indeed job postings for the position of ”Kilt Procurement”?