All Your Waste are Belong to Us

September 4, 2009

Summer has terminated.  We hope you enjoyed your break.  Much of ours was spent advising the Obama team on all and sundry issues.

No we cannot.  We already did.

The Free Press and other publications on campus are running retrospectives of last year’s tumult between the student-commodities and the presidential one.  We read these with utter delight.  There is no better way to commemorate an uprising than by obliterating its force.  All uprisings have failed, so it is therefore appropriate to maintain their impotence with the most impotent instrument of them all: the pen.

Students, faculty and management have returned to their respective sectors. Hopefully all future communication between them will be restricted to the most banal circumstances. In the halls and in class, some whisper that all there is left to do is to annihilate the commodity, laughing.

They say that only immediate and antagonistic action has the potential to halt the reproduction of subordination.  They say that the bureaucratic work of the academic has become so tired and uninteresting that the only response is to set it ablaze.  We know their words because we are the ones doing the muttering and murmuring.  Despite our best efforts to instigate the more rebellious into action as a means of entrapment, not a single student has taken the bait.

Not a flicker of hope in an eye that is not our own.
The only explanation is that the resistance has been quashed.  It is time for us to move on to the next campus or job floor so that we may continue our work.  We congratulate the administration on its victory. We expect a bonus for our diligence.

Instead of basking in the anarchistic dawn of unlicensed pleasure so nearly ushered in last spring, instead of glowing in the communist horizon that was to be our destiny and our doom, we now squat in the solitary gloom of democratic civilization, a stale confinement of waste whose only air hole is the vote, with steel walls decorated in the beautiful shades of multiculturalism and positive reinforcement.  Laughing, we recline.

Baby, you look pretty in prison.

– The New School in Collaboration

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