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Kevin Michael Vance
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October 12, 2009
Again, humanity...
I thought, just the other day while working and watching the plethora of humanity swarm by me, that we as a culture are no longer human, we are, in fact, parodies of humanity. Gazing upon the hideous mass of people shopping I could not get past the fact thast they looked more like dolled-up clowns than actual, breathing human beings. Hair colored like cotton candy, outfits ill-fitting, floppy, funhouse costumes, adults attitudes much more akin to children- it struck me that we are most definitely in a declining era of mediocrity and vacuity that goes well beyond anything I have seen in my forty years. People dress in costumes and act like insouciant clowns, and yet, they still think they deserve respect. I am certainly not the man to tell others how to live their lives, or how to dress. But at the same time, do NOT ask me to take you seriously if you've dyed your hair plastic-pig pink. And seemingly attached, like some Halloween accoutrement, to foolish hair color, and outlandishly put together uniforms are the attitudes; the privileged, selfish, deserving beliefs that in someway, somehow, the fact that these people think that by dieing their hair, or wearing outlandish clothes, they are better than others, more in touch with some ill-conceived concept of wisdom, and or, freedom.
Nothing could be farther from the truth. True freedom, both of mind and heart, comes from within; simply ask any survivor of any Nazi death camp if this is not true. This is also true with any philosophical form of courage, individuality, and aesthetic expression. You are not a rebel because you pay someone to tattoo on your skin. You are not unique or special because you dye your hair like a moron. Men and women are defined by one thing, and one thing only, their actions. The truly unfortunate part is, more often than not -- generally speaking, you can judge a book by its cover.
Just remember, the loudest person in the room, whether loud in outfit or mannerisms, is usually the weakest.
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