..out of the dark

To answer that, one is tempted to point out how the new scum (the liberals and the freaks who think authority can go fuck itself) are coming into full clash with the old scum (who think the great authority of the Past (tm) has been squandered recklessly. On materialistic short- sightedness, perhaps. And this is leading to horrors of untold proportions, due to wrongly overachieving youth). In other words, it's not a schism in the camp of the roses, it's a clash occuring at a preordained demarcation line put down back in the great long, long ago.

And the line was moved slightly under the cover of darkness, as the new scum were legitimized in being not only opposed to the current establishment, but the establishment structure itself. But.. how, the old scum wonders in exasperated disappointment, did this happen? We only wanted the new scum to distrust authority, and that they would forge a better future for their kids, a beter one than what we could be arsed to make for them.

It happened for this reason: the establishment spilled it's entrails out and stepped in it so badly it cannot be simply patched up again. And in seeing this mess unfold in guttural noise and noxious fumes, one wonders if being strangled in your own guts might be a too good a destiny for it. Why, yes, not only stand by with your head bowed, but kick it a bit while it's down as well. No, the new scum tentatively resolves, one cannot merely have disdain for such a system that without fail offers you only bad choices - one will have to remake it by demanding that the useless middle- men (the politicians) will be answerable to us, or else they would serve no purpose.

Only on the most extraordinarily interesting suggestions would one take the advice from those politicians and their advisers, and the leniency the representatives should be given when it comes to selling their agendas - or so the new scum theorizes - would be non- existent. We, they say, justify their existence. Without us, without people voting, they are nothing. And people who vote therefore should not be catered, but controlling their representatives.

Or as V would put it:

People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.

- But no, says the old scum quickly, one cannot simply throw away this glorious foundation on which we all rose from, and indeed are our lives, nay, our very liberty and existence beholden to. And observe this flickering gizmo, the television, it's glorious filmament of information and entertainment - is it not wonderful? The very thought (however justified) that such marvels may be built on lies, deceit and horror - does it not appear to you a tad too extreme, or indeed revolutionary to /say/ such things. Does it not, the old scum nervously alledges, put our glorious foundations in doubt? Watch your words - the old scum does not say - as they are going to shape your perception of the future, and therefore the world in turn.

Yeah, you fuckers, we bloody well know, the new scum says. And we know more than you - we are more intelligent than you, we are better equipped to deal with what you were terrified of before. Such as niggers and gays and drugs and STDs you couldn't damn well imagine without shitting in your pants. In ten years time we'll have figured out how to kill people by pointing at them with our fingertips, and abort fetuses by sheer will. You will be left marvelling at how your problems you insist on threading on top of our heads are imagined and furiously inconsequential in the greater scheme of things. Yes, your foundation was your individuality, not your loyalty to the system, and you have now gone past your best before- date, and can now indeed be retired to the refuse- pile of history along with your pretense and your arrogance. We KNOW EVERYTHING NOW, you fuckers! Observe how I shall now produce World Peace by sheer effort of will. *NNNRGGHH*

And so on.

My dear readers - Tune in again in a couple of days for another edition of "the netroots vs. the establishment". Until then:

Then 'tis like the breath of an unfee'd lawyer; you
gave me nothing for't. Can you make no use of
nothing, nuncle?