when time passes like a tugboat

so, i'm real drawn to this idea that humanity (regardless of its neato inventioning: internet, weaponized nukes, medical marijuana) is cyclical

and really just moves in grooves and repeats itself on a time schedule. especially in economic terms, yknow everyone was all hyped when this happened that the great depression pt. tew (revisited edition) would happen. it's probably not going to.

but,in fifteen years we'll have another neat market crash and everyone ell get scared again. so a cycle!

the one i want to talk about is the postmodern one, where people are eemotionless do-ers. right? the 'what do you do when anything can be done' naif. christopherrichmond's 'effort to comprehend the totality of possibility, or to put it more precisely, to reject, utterly, any possibility exclusive of others.'

-actually that's just an idea i live near and is kind of unrelated but a verywell illustrated sentiment that describes some of mine pretty good

"the notion that human-beings can't bear too much reality"

On the notion that human-beings can't bear too much reality:
can they? if i told fatuma issa who's featured reguesting a loan from the KIVA.org this morning that after she could afford her son(s) --not daughter(s)-- transport to some prolific western country,

their flaccid social skills would dwarf their ability to communicate and fit into western business//reallife. that's way too much reality for Fatuma Issa, and that's not even all of it, that's just more than she should get.

last time the western man (men) bore too much reality (sometimes also called responsibility, which is evidently unbearable for contemporary next-generationers, as pomulgated by mgmt) was The Great War, when 40million biologically died and 120million psychologically died over the next fifteen years of the splendent reactionary Roaring 20s.
this time,

man is visibly avoiding too much reality, MGMT tells us --see 'time to pretend' aboev, the booming porn industry tells us --rehashed throatblowjobs and pretend breaastheaving orgasms keep from having to actually do The Real Thing with much virility or emphasis,

the proliferation of video games --where new demasculinized-men blow up nazis in call of duty to reassert their virulence, vigor, ability to manipulate ratherthan adapt. modern us is avoiding the reality bear with little shame.
so what's it gonna be?what's going to pop up between the screen and the dilated pupils that's going to rumble the generation? i hope it's a rick astley revolution

pd. how good is Mr. Mom? way good
annd relevant on account of 80% OF THE RECENTLY LAID-OFF ARE MALE
inless startling news 80% of the recently laid-on are male, heyoh! zing


the day is past and gone, the hour of death is near