The year is 2046 and Jaden Banks is the first millennial president.
NSA Chief Courtney Thorndike Enters the oval office. She has an iPad but even more advanced and really thin. She strides confidently towards the president’s desk. The president rises to shake her hand but Courtney dismisses the formality, “please remain seated.”
Courtney places the iPad on the desk and slides it towards the president. She taps the screen and lurid pornography plays on the screen. “Do you recognize these videos, Mr. President. You should. This is everything you’ve jerked off to for the past 38 years. Apparently you’re quite the fan of pegging. ‘strapon sweethearts’, ‘divine bitches’, ‘bend over boyfriend’, I wonder how the American people would feel if they new their commander in chief was such a sicko”
The president is clearly flustered. “I… um, a neighbor must have been using my wifi.” He loosens his tie. His gaze unsteady, as he makes eye contracts with the portraits of the leaders that came before him Jaden averts their gaze in shame.
Courtney speaks with a new authority. “Now I know you ran on a platform of progressive taxes on bitcoin millionaires, but I have a suspicion that you will be amenable to a more… neo-neo-liberal agenda.”
This is just a cautionary tale! A world that might come to be if we don’t change our ways and get rid of the guilt and shame surrounding male anal play. Pegging is not gay, and even if it was gay there would be nothing wrong with it. Don’t yuck other people’s yums. No shame, no blame.
We still live in a demon haunted world. Consumerism is our modern superstition. Folk medicine promises you the vigor of the tiger by ingesting the animal’s ground bones, and consumerism promises you the power of Michael Jordan from wearing Michael Jordan’s shoes. Each promise is grounded in the same magical thinking. We laughed at primitive people when they stage runway dramas in the hopes of summoning cargo planes loaded with supplies, but how different is that from our wish to summon money by wearing the clothes of the rich. Our ‘nice things’ are just our lucky charms, sometimes they even work, but it is only because we believe in them. This is nothing more than the placebo effect.
Instead of buying things I don’t need I’ll write the name of the product I desire on a piece of paper and burn it with black candle. I hold the burning paper in my hands for as long as I can before dropping into an unglazed earthenware jar. I center my awareness on the scent of smoke and feel my desire for an olive drab slub cotton t-shirt from farm tactics extinguish. I can go to the mall liberated. I can make myself whole.
I wonder if constantly being bombarded with images of perfect synesthesia dream food in commercial advertising might make human beings hungrier for food than is healthy?
Like I wonder if constantly showing people a perfect sizzling burger music video or exploding rainbow candy might make people want to eat these things more than is good for them?