words & art by C.B. Bellerose
Somewhere down the road far enough and with enough correct turns there is a group of people who make decisions that change the world. These are people without any further qualification than media presence and the ability to grant audience to all the right lobbyists. Sure, there were debates to be had and speeches to energize their flock but ultimately, very few have had any real education or work experience that could pass them as being competent for the titles they hold.
Through action or inaction, we’re guilty for this. Why bother wasting any unnecessary worry over the plight? There’s always the next election cycle.
We check our social media feed and fall into the political or religious tidbit, before long fending off attacks from name-calling strangers or initiating some sort of useless argument. It’s a zero sum game but we still find ourselves playing it. Once in a great while everyone agrees that something has got to be done about being slaves to “the man”.
The unfortunate truth is, for those of us who are foolish enough to believe our talents can be used to place a mark on time through our craft, none of us are slaves to “the man” but we’re all slaves to the media.
No, not necessarily the news media, what I refer to is that little designer shackle with the glass face and monthly service fee. Like it or not, that little bastard has replaced most of your social interaction with whatever can be expressed through your thumbs.
You look at it no less than twenty times a day, as soon as you wake up and just before the poor excuse you call a good night’s sleep. You know it’s affecting your brain, neck, and occasionally shins … but there you go again. Peel yourself away from it, go ahead and try.
Those people somewhere down the road, they know they have your attention for better or worse. They’re slaves too.
The best we can hope to do is make the most of it.
– C.B. Bellerose