I'm not asking for a full pardon, only clemency. I was a photographer, both in studio and on the street. It was, I now realize, a crime against humanity. Photography is decadent. It should not be considered an art.
Or so it seems. But I will get to that.
How about that Trump, eh? America's Great Again, ain't it? I have to give it to people I know who voted for him three times now. I'd like to give it to them, anyway. But you know. . . what about Biden? Or, hey, I just voted against. . . .
They are not at fault. It was those progressive democrats that made them do it.
I understand. And so I say, "Forgive me father, for I have sinned."
I just feel on the wrong side of everything. I think I always was, but it is becoming more obvious and harder to bear. You know my theme song, the old Groucho Marx performance of "I'm Against It" (link)? I've linked it here for anyone who just arrived from other planets or who just wants to hear again for good times sake. But yes, indeed, in addition to being called a Nihilist, I've been labeled a Contrarian. Well, well well. . . imagine that.
I'd have been better off to Go Along to Get Along, I guess. I should have followed the First Rule of the American Playground--"Don't say anything unless you are sure everyone agrees."
In today's marketplace, one would never say anything,. We'd live in the Cone of Silence.
Yes, photography should be illegal. We'd be free of the burden of the past that way. Here's an example. It is long. Too long, I'm sure, for most attention spans, but it fascinated me. You see, the face of evil is often very mundane. That was Hitchcock's point. Evil doesn't climb the creaky backstairs at midnight on a windy, rainy night. Nope. It comes at you in the bright of day. Hitchcock, I think, may have invented Trump. Or maybe Rod Serling. They both understood that the old maxim, "Sunlight is the best disinfectant" is not necessarily true. What is it that House Speaker Johnson praised Trump for, that he did it in plain sight?
As you can see here, photographing people for posterity can cast a shadow over their former lives. People don't need the lessons of history. Photography must be stricken from public view.
O.K. I'm done with my adolescent tirade. That was silly, if not plain stupid. Childish. But it is five o'clock in the morning and I had a terrible night of non-sleep. Too many things are hanging over my head.
I read a book review today about a woman who gave up sex. She realized her addiction was ruining her life. So. . . she abstained from sex with other people, though masturbation was allowed, for. . . 90 days! I think, however, that turned into an entire year. WTF? Like. . . really? You get a book out of that? I could fill your bookcase. . . .
Then, of course, she discovered that she was queer. Well. . . there you go. I'm glad she shared. But if photography is dangerous, writing is worse. Decadence needs to be a secret. Decadence needs to be hidden.
Oops. There I go again. O.K. I'll quit. For now.
But here's a tidbit. Now that my 2005 Xterra is running again and I like it better than any new cars I can afford, Tennessee clued me in that I could buy a bluetooth device for the car that will let me use the phone to play music, etc., just like the rest of you. Holy moly, the little gadget will be delivered today! I feel like I'm living in the future now.
What a world.
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