Kenno (kenno) wrote in wellingtonnz,

When I was young, I’m just saying

So, here’s what was supposed to happen. I guess we can talk about it now. Enough time has passed, people have been forgotten, need to be remembered. Our history is our culture as much as our food. That’s true. I’m not sure what our history or our food says about our culture, but it’s what we got. We can’t escape one or do without the other, for long. We can be honest about the whole situation, right? If we look around the place, the whole place, not just our place, we’ve got way too much history and not enough food. Too many people out there being the drama, getting their names in the books, not enough people getting fed. It doesn’t take too much. It’s not that hard. Almost anyone can look back and see what history was being made and know where the food went.

For a while, when I was very young, people worried that there would be too many people, not enough food, the Orb couldn’t do it. It looked that way too. People were starving all over and in other places they hadn’t recovered from all that history they made. A lot of that history is gone now, so are a lot of people. Those people, their names aren’t in the books. They all had names, those children of hungry mommas, who held them while they died. All those names are forgotten when rich kids gave their pennies and rich mommas said – Who would have a baby when things are that bad? Silly starving mothers, can’t they see the history being made around them? History is steel and plastic and bullion. Look around you mother, there’s just rags and dirt, shit and bugs. Is that any place to raise a child?

Humans are supposed to be better than that, sensible, pill taking, free to choose. The pills come in plastic packs with foil over each one, they are made from stuff taken out of pregnant mare’s urine. You need a lot of pregnant mares to control the human population. That’s what they called it. Human population control. Well, it was Freedom from Biology, a liberation for some, the control was for these other women who so obviously lacked common sense. Giving birth to a precious new life, a link in the unbroken chain of evolution, to watch it starve, be diseased by bugs, dirty all the time, a buried waste of protein. Do you even weep? Have you no shame? We saw you, lots of you, on our television sets, hollow eyes in snowy static. We had to turn you off. You made us sick. You distracted us from our social revolution, our freedom, the wonders of our plastics, our inner quest for spiritual enlightenment, the Brave New World of our future.

You see, it was all going to be a new history, we weren't going to be old humans any more. We would conquer everything that has dragged us down over the last 200,000 years since the tails fell off. No one ever considered that humans, us, Homo sapiens, would ever, oh my gods, breed with Neanderthals! Yeah, well, not us baby, if that happened that might explain those problems somewhere else.

We’re working on the big issues of humanity, see. Saving kids from war, not some slimy kids with distended bellies, the unfortunate victims of some war mongering regime, trying to take-over some should-be-forgotten place somewhere we can’t pronounce, hell no. See, we care about our kids, we want them to live. Them too, they want to live. Our future is so bright, they have something to live for. But, yeah, you bet, people matter to us, everybody sure. Look, even our little tykes are collecting pennies for the Third World, so they can get a break and some birth control, and lift themselves up, be productive, and make stuff for us that we can’t be bothered with because we are so deeply involved in our own personal spiritual journeys. There’s food enough for everyone over here. Damn people.
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