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Repeat the title with me, please.

“Smoke and mirrors. Smoke and mirrors. Smoke and mirrors.”

Good.

I’m a programmer. Often times, logical bugs are the most difficult to fix. Why? Because of the above mantra. They appear to be over here, when really they’re over there. And, until you come to an understanding (usually a flash of insight), there’s no connection between the two. In fact, sometimes a buddy can point straight at the problem, but because you’re so caught up in the smoke and mirrors, you disregard his suggestion. Of course you eventually find it, and if he was right, you feel mighty foolish.

As I’m reading and watching through this Crooks and Liars blog, I am reminded of these smoke and mirrors logic problems. Why is it that Comedy Central is pointing out what so many intelligentsia already know, yet… the problems aren’t being fixed.

I think we feel comforted and, dare I say it, satisfied that someone is “addressing” our concerns. But, beyond them being addressed, being acknowledged, nothing is changing. We see that yes, someone out there in the mediascape understands our point of view, and that’s good enough. Let’s chug down another beer, fuck our wives and hit the sack.

But… it’s not good enough. A violent revolution is the only way those not in power will change things. But any such efforts will be quieted by the simple fact that our people are so divided.

We are the rats in the perfect experiment. There’s no need to fight or go hungry, yet we do.

And while we are told that there is a landscape of plastic twice the size of Texas inhabiting our ocean, and that plastic is on our skin and in our bodies, and that that plastic is changing our molecular structure, because it is not immediate and intensely painful, we are not concerned. Sure, they say these things are dangerous, but people seem to be doing okay, so it can’t be that bad. I mean hell, soda is bad for us, but drinking it doesn’t do any real harm.

We wonder why cancer and obesity have become epidemics.

Time is a byproduct of change. If the universe stood still, no one would know it.

I feel like there’s something I myself need to understand in all of this. At times it feels as if the whole world is nothing more than a personal manifestation of some system. That everything I see, do, taste, touch and feel is specifically the way it is simply because it must be that way. To teach me something. Like this place is a staging ground for something else.

I feel life is waiting for me to wake up and say hey, this isn’t right.

It’s as if the whole world is a logical bug, and we’re all convinced the problem is here…