just read a self described " screed "
over at counter punch
by a mr chris ketcham of GQ and Vanity Fair fame
it launches itself gleefully straight from the heart of wall street nation's present pickle

(i quote verbatim where possible )

"our economic system is a lunatic and suicidal system, and it deserves to go down"
(Why)....It is predicated on the delusion, accepted on every level in every modern society,
that unlimited Mahnolo Blahniks are possible on a planet of limited resources....(cure)
What might replace the current insane system I couldn’t venture to say...
.(next)......If events trend badly enough, a period of contraction, unemployment, economic depression, homelessness, tent cities, rising crime, boarded up storefronts, abandoned homes will be upon us faster than imaginable ....(end game)...Perhaps the crisis will bring about the devolution of the American living standard to something like sustainability....(or)..perhaps it will only bring out a lot of pissed-off middle-classers who refuse to accept that the American way of life is sick and crazy and has no future. .."

what follows this soaring per oration is a not entirely predictable but none the less completely tiresome purple pantied cockroach and gun play ornamented rapsody on the beauty of a jean genet urban twlight zone known as pre guiliani new york
where one breathed in at every breath "the pervasive sense that bad things could happen at any time, which tends to raise consciousness to a fever range, the kind of sharp-sword animal consciousness where the coyote and the rat operate." ie ..."romanticized drivel"

wanna read it ????? nahhh don't ... i'm not sure u need pour yourself even another drop from the bottle of this paraplegic souled boho

okay here's its finale
"... back to the collapsing markets, the product of fart-in-the-wind economics. I can foresee on 5th Avenue in Park Slope a beautiful resurgence of shuttered shops, rotted storefronts, the end of money’s welcome in its hypocrite hug, the end of surfeit, a return to normalcy. No more strawberries in January at the store on the corner – the strawberries were never meant to be eaten in winter anyway..."
amazing eh ???
to be fair he adds this last stab at substance and justice
"...perhaps we might even see a return to the city of people who manufacture something other than air. I will be driven out first – because this screed is all air! So be it! "

evidence of an examined life ???

fore sware class mates foresware ... such elixir ... worms the brain of all but the most oaken of spirits

after thought:

we burger punks have little to our credit and yet we can agree i think ..."satura quidem tota nostra est "
red and green tinctured satura both
ahhh but then again i wonder sometimes how some of us
the unfortunate ones gifted with too keen a sense
of the beauty in all ugly truths-- -
especially those of us enlightened unto our very own parasitical depravity ---
can still find a wallowing sort of joy in our decaying sense of self loathing and superiority of insight
even as we drown
right along with the first dude named Palin
and the rest of the white wage goblins