San Francisco Mayor London Breed takes exception to rock music enjoyed by humans.
The pulsating neon strobe lights explode in a firestorm projecting rainbow effulgent missiles and illuminate the shadowy confines of the stage with waves of energy countering the hauntingly powerful and tediously constructed blasts of music throughout the arena. Low frequency sounds from the concert fill escape to a four block radius in downtown San Francisco, as a testament to the intensity and mind numbing decibels masterfully administered by the band. Within the quantum realm of particles locked in a variable dance and battle forging the willful constructs of reality producing unique and aesthetic sounds, and wondrous sights, the dutiful efforts of subatomic particles are obscured to an environment of random vibrancy and eloquent brilliance. But where are the people?
The insufferable and relentless presence of Covid-19 fails to hinder the charged ambience of the Eagles rocking to a desolate and empty programmed concert venue, as the timeless words of the ages fall to untrained and inhuman ears, “…And you can’t find the door, When there’s nothing to believe in still you’re coming back, you’re running back you’re coming back for more- So put me on a highway, and show me a sign, and take it to the limit one more time...” The lyrics are a perfect sonnet to describe the craziness that residents face, as unhindered Social distancing practices are capable of deconstructing the essence which prompts memories and provides the spark in life. The entire metaphor crashes and burns, when a lone and prone security guard makes the startling discovery that the band itself is absent, and a tiny MP3 player is responsible for the heroic and intoxicating harmonies.
As the virus continues to be personified and politicized by reactionaries hijacking leadership positions, the vibe of the outbreak borders on the insane, as the basic pursuits and freedoms of individuals are savagly martyred for the sake of a group of indidious agendas not conductive to the republic or the free market. The boiler plate justification of a pathetic excuse repeated throughout the headlines by a certain like-minded organism of dissidents is that things will never be the same, an admission of defeatism not witnessed since an ex-president incredulously asked a grand jury the definition of a trivial linking verb during a hearing for the sake of stealing time.
Terrestrial outbreaks of demagogues ceaselessly barter the rights of constituents for unsustainable abstract goals fueled by unreasonable perspectives, a bitter reality that threatens the nature of everything. The city of San Francisco remains on the cutting edge of oligarchy, as the vaunted elected council recently declared newsstands to be non-essential businesses, a disgusting and unsettling imperative that defies even the shared understanding of unwritten rules within universal political strategies.
While the chords from the Eagle’s piano blare from the digital music player and reach a crescendo of non-existent ovation at the end of the stanza, the social media constructed robots and AI filling the void within the eerily paradoxical reaches of the concert hall promoting demonic and dystopian platitudes, constantly forge, meltdown, and share content in a repetitious process that is only relative for the sake of being relative. We did it to ourselves.
The city by the bay’s street news vendors were disbanded by law enforcement last week in an aggressive show of civic power play enabled by a complete imbalance in policy and the continued destruction of small business. Basically, the implied leadership is bowing out to the onset of technology and encouraging enablement among the younger generations in decreeing smartphones as the clear winner of the current evolutionary hierarchy. Though the majority of newstand customers are seniors, low income individuals lacking digital connectivity, and ESL immigrants, the mayor and San Francisco council members took the opportunity to grandstand in the wake of another vertical market curiously and utterly being destroyed for the sake of apparent quarantine measures. Another victim has been claimed by the ceaseless evils of bureaucracy. Residents simply must tolerate the intolerable, that until a vaccine is discovered, the tedious and ongoing dizzying whirlwind of posturing will continue as a critical backdrop to the fate of the election. Lives and livelihoods will be ruined, while the assault on the Constitution hides behind the armor of pandemic hysteria and superficial facial masks.
The newsstand will soon endure the fate of the gramophone in San Francisco thanks to politicians, rather than innovation and choice.
In the biting irony of the week sponsored by PowerXL irons, your choice for a full court press on dress shirts, Bay area lawmakers are doing their best to further the doom of the print industry by keeping biased outlets such as the New York Times, The Washington Post, and the San Francisco Chronicle out of the hands of readers and more importantly predominately democratic voters. The blatant disregard for understanding the concept of essential combined with the violating the First Amendment will certainly linger as the Coronavirus is contained before an entire nation is bankrupt on a multitude of levels. San Francisco is notorious for severely limiting Constitutional rights, as the last of the city’s gun shops were shuttered in 2015 due to a ridiculous tax increase on firearms and ammunition, and the heightened presence of strict gun control laws. The disturbing trend indicates that every non-governmental industry will be annihilated within city limits by 2022, pending a desperate intervention by the brevity and hijinks of Robocop. Elected officials should be wary, as the metal components of the Guggenheim press packs a massive wallop compared to the implications of the electronic dream world.
While the mayor perpetuates a veritable police state for law-abiding citizens, and a haven for criminals, the comprised and wounded ideals of freedom of speech and reasonable self-defense will continue to flush all human inclinations until all that is left are a collection of bots and algorithms moving in unison to a single agenda. That, plus the nefarious presence of the homeless industrial complex.
As the West coast gravitates to the ugly reality of a unified Caloreshington, lovely memories of the Eagles in concert and flight will be wasted against the no trade zones of the new political map. Gavin Newsom will predictably lament the development of Eugene as a border town, because of course the lobby money from Phil Knight strays from the tycoon blueprint.
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