Reporters were invited to hang poolside with the president on one condition—that they not report on any conversations that happened there.
This is what has happened to the fuckin’ media. If you wanna know what’s happened to the fuckin’ media.
Of course, in the larger sense—which I would be happy to explain—this is what has happened to all of us and furthermore, it is exactly what Marx said would happen. When exchange of capital replaced the natural exchange between men.
All he wanted was to peel off this monster layer that sits atop us, all he bemoaned was the way it becomes accepted as normal.
All he believed was that there was a natural human way, that humankind could be restored to itself, were the pernicious influence of capitalism removed.
But to see what that way might have been, might be, you have to look so far into the past . . . so deeply into Marx’s dreams and into your own, where they sit silent, unrealized in your heart—almost no one bothers. Monks. Writers. Nutjobs. Therapists, (the good ones, very rare) inventors, geeks.
Just do this one little thing: just notice, as you go about your day weighing the worth of everyone you come across—I know you do, let’s not waste time on that—and right after you realize why they are really, objectively unworthy, note their socioeconomic status. That’s all.
The Buddha said, Do nothing. Simply notice.
Well, if he didn’t say it, I’m sayin’ it now.
Today’s question: What personal beliefs would you set aside for a poolside lunch with the prez?
