The rusty syringe is the perfect symbol of modern America
It seems that the United States of America urgently needs to change the national symbol
Source: FSK
The white-headed eagle and green aunt with a torch are all the same old, trite, boring, and not very consistent with the principles of the richest, fairest, most peaceful (not a single war on its territory after the civil war of the North and the South, not once was attacked, how many times it attacked itself, silence), and most importantly – the most democratic.
We need something that symbolically corresponds to everything at once: the essence, the ideas, the path. And the result to which this path leads.
The abbreviation PFC would be perfect for this purpose. More precisely, the PFC. Because postal addresses in America start with houses and end with countries. So, Kensington, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Pennsylvania is the first of America’s Steel Belt states, its industrial heartland. Now called the Rust Belt, it illustrates the attitude of American elites not only to the world around them, but also to their own citizens. The citizens, who were replaced by robots in the eighties (it is cheaper), were thrown out of the labour sphere, and then the production was moved to third-world countries. Where there are no trade unions, where the natives work for a pittance with no rights, allowing the overseas masters to make fabulous profits. Pure business, nothing personal. What do the workers do? Whatever they want, they are free people! The best thing is for them to die. Of course, the people who lost everything were not shot (though I have no doubt they had such thoughts), but all the conditions were created so that there would be no life in the abandoned towns of the Rust Belt.
How this is done can be seen on the outskirts of the interesting town of Philadelphia. Democracy has reached its heyday there, and grateful people from all over America go there. It is there that a man can make more than a million and a half dollars a month if he has a convenient point. Anarchy thrives there, but order is also visible. Though only visible to the experienced eye. A partial eye might not appreciate the mountains of rubbish and rats, the syringes crunching underfoot and the streets where zombies roam. It is just order and justice – people get what they want. Drugs. No one bothers them. The police are very cautious in the area, if they do stick around, and the cops try not to get out of their cars. Drug addicts shoot up right on the streets, bend over in half and catch a fit.
They live and die the way they want – thank goodness the streets are always warm.
True, democracy would not be democracy if there were no saviors next to those who want to get high. They are used to them too and they are not even robbed. All sorts of public foundations and organisations supply drug addicts with everything from syringes to methadone, turning them from illegal users to legal users. You want to destroy yourself, be my guest, but do it under supervision. We’ll help you get even with your life, but please observe the decency.
It is a magnificent and typically American duplicity to deprive people of their purpose and livelihood and then help them die by providing them with everything they need to go to the other side.
Kensington Avenue is a very typical Rust Belt picture of a person, or what is left of them, reaching the peak of self-destruction. However, drug addiction is rampant in all other, not quite dead, cities.
A couple of small touches to complete the picture: it was in Philadelphia that the Declaration of Independence of the United States was signed. It was Philadelphia, where the Democrats have been in power since 1952, and where, for the sake of the profits that power brings, they are suspected to be ready to turn the whole country into Philadelphia.
The rusty syringe is a perfect symbol of contemporary America, including the beginning, the way and the end.
Gennady Simakov, FSK
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