When civilizations start to
die they go insane. Let the ice sheets in the Arctic melt. Let the temperatures
rise. Let the air, soil and water be poisoned. Let the forests die. Let the
seas be emptied of life. Let one useless war after another be waged. Let the
masses be thrust into extreme poverty and left without jobs while the elites,
drunk on hedonism, accumulate vast fortunes through exploitation, speculation,
fraud and theft. Reality, at the end, gets unplugged. We live in an age when
news consists of Snooki’s pregnancy, Hulk Hogan’s sex tape and Kim Kardashian’s
denial that she is the naked woman cooking eggs in a photo circulating on the
Internet. Politicians, including presidents, appear on late night comedy shows
to do gags and they campaign on issues such as creating a moon colony. “At
times when the page is turning,” Louis-Ferdinand Celine wrote in “Castle to
Castle,” “when History brings all the nuts together, opens its Epic Dance
Halls! hats and heads in the whirlwind! Panties overboard!”
The quest by a bankrupt
elite in the final days of empire to accumulate greater and greater wealth, as
Karl Marx observed, is modern society’s version of primitive fetishism. This
quest, as there is less and less to exploit, leads to mounting repression,
increased human suffering, a collapse of infrastructure and, finally,
collective death. It is the self-deluded, those on Wall Street or among the
political elite, those who entertain and inform us, those who lack the capacity
to question the lusts that will ensure our self-annihilation, who are held up
as exemplars of intelligence, success and progress. The World Health
Organization calculates that one in four people in the United States suffers
from chronic anxiety, a mood disorder or depression—which seems to me to be a
normal reaction to our march toward collective suicide. Welcome to the asylum.