Wesley Willis Saw Things So Much More Clearly

It's nothing new, but it never ends, either: Political ideals are sold in favor of commerce. The machinery of self-interest operates quite smoothly--our very own weapon of mass destruction, defamation, disillusion. Avarice overthrows continents with necessary agency and welcome ruin. Highwaymen claim a position of exemption from corruption and disinterest, especially dishonor-- for who still would not die for his friend? Soldiers are required to do this, but what of politicians and roommates and parents? The profit-motive corrodes the foundations of our childhood homes and gives way to an implicit cannibalism. Everyone speaks, sure; all incorporate, somewhere in their structure, the voice of reform, or at least the promise that a project of reform is possible. But amidst the incessant chatter, words are swallowed by the noise of too many; they please our taste by abusing it, and it seems we no longer have a last political refuge. Total, rotating irony and our paradigms of revolution give no stable place on which to stand for something different.