People with very small dicks have been shaping the way we act and what we choose to do for a long time. Our culture is their battleground in the war of life. I am using the term ‘small dick’ symbolically, of course, to represent a person’s insecurities that may or may not actually be related to his or her genitalia. Also, when I use the word ‘war’ I use it to represent either internal or external challenges, whether they are real or imagined. (Do women with smaller breasts get labeled with small tit complex like men do with the little dick statement? Or the Napoleonic complex? Did Cleopatra have bitty titty complex?) These insecurities are prevalent it seems more in the Republican party than the Democratic party; or at least there seems to be more thirst for proving the country’s might from them than the other. I don’t want this to be a Rep. Vs Dem. discussion though, because then I would be accusing those who are chasing the materialist dreams of being young republicans. Every genre: hip-hop, rock, pop, indie, street, blogger, artist, “punk” are all victims of the brand ‘you.’ We are just a bunch of selfish materialistic twits and don’t even realize it. Today there is such a great push and that push is something you are spoon-fed every time you turn around (TV, radio, web ads, PR etc.) and you are allowing it. It’s a push for buying and being a part of the best newest things. Having these new best things proves that you are better than the next person. Nothing but the best house, school, children, car, gadgets, newest, shiniest, highest ratings, views, visits, sales… (will trans-humans be any better? Will they be the same, only amplified? Some other time we must discuss this further.) It proves association with a particular group/family/crew/scene/party/level/mentality/caste. Maybe it’s part of our human evolution, maybe it’s why we left Africa/Pangea as Neanderthals, embarrassed we were having sex with Cro-Magnon (modern human DNA contains 1 to 4% of cro-mag DNA) and ever since then, wanting to prove that we are better than the next/other/them/those. They shame us into it. Shame, an insecurity—insecurities are fuel*, a dark fuel, the type of fuel that power-craving politicians who’ve never seen a day of military service use to send innocent kids off to die in wars, thus making themselves feel adequate, compensating for their weakling self image, an incident haunting them from their youth, failed family life, damaged upbringing, abuse or mental problems. Or maybe it’s as simple as corruption (question: do we have our public officials evaluated mentally or psychologically? Like given at the very least the Minnesota 500 [aka Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory]? If they don’t, maybe they should, huh?) Insecurity and shame are the driving forces of our selfish ‘me’ complexes. Individuality: it’s been a device of advertising propaganda for decades now and it’s the worst thing in the world for community. We, as pop culture victims have become obsessed with the idea of originality and uniqueness to the point that the idea of banding together under one banner is conceptually frightful. Me, Mine, My! Everyone wants to raise their flag the highest and their cause/way/scene/style/look/belief/sound is the best. Period. Genuineness is lacking in society today, as soon as something is appreciated as being genuine it’s plastered on a t-shirt, then used as a slogan to sell something. Corrupted, corruption fueled by (see above.*) Why do we give in to buying all this BS and become corrupted? Insecurities preyed on by and/or created by someone with even more insecurities that wish to control the masses (not in a conspiratorial way, more like a demented shepherd way), controlling our purchases, interests, beliefs, choices and to a degree thoughts. It’s our biggest problem that keeps us from becoming a stronger community, one that could come together with similar goals, not bewildered by the shiny things and bullshit that distracts us from the reality around us. Even what you think of as being genuine, that ‘happened’ to get big, that thing could very well get corrupted… but it was probably designed to become a big thing in the first place… by some ‘cool’ person, with a little dick.
