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Archive for February 4th, 2009

Even as history has called this the “Golden Age of America, it is evident that this has not been the case in the background. Behind every suburban whitewashed home was the desire to be better than the guy next door. There was a hidden desire to conform, in order to appear as well-off as the next person down the lane. Even as the entire neighbourhood and its mother were falling in lock-step with the style of the time – avocado coloured fridge, massive steel cars with tailfind the size of continents, electric appliances – someone was always trying to push on to a newer trend that everyone just had to have. This conformity, leapfrogging, and comparative state of affairs qualifies, to me, as disgusting. I hate the prospect of a culture that has to be the same – whatever happened to the land of the great melting pot?

Even as America proceeds to display imense monetary burgeoning, how was all of this funded? America became rich through the money it gained via warfare. America had its taste of economic prosperity via the suddenly exploding economy of the Second World War period. As a result, the nation thirsted again for conflict to inflate the economy, fitting with [C. Wright] Mills’ belief in the “capitalist brinksmanship” theory of economic prosperity. Indeed, is it not possible to consider that the Cold War, beginning in this 1950s era, is the perfect expression of capitalist brinksmanship? From 1949 to 1991, America was poisted to throw down with the Great Soviet/Red Menace. This Cold War, a period of arms expansion unmatched in previous history, where humanity as a whole could be wiped out with the press of a button, had become the supporter of a massive [American] economic upturn. And it was this upturn that began in the 1950s period. And it was, then, this brinksmanship, the perpetuated fear of the Red Menace and The Bomb, that was responsible for the cars of the giant tailfins, the white, cookie-cutter suburbs of the American Dream, and the lifestyle of the silly conformist 1950s American society.


ABOUT THE HAWKING CHILD

My name is Daniel Hawking.

There are three fractions that make up this persona.

One of which is sealed closed via the physical realm of the world. One of which is unlocked via the medium known as the Internet. One of which is standing tall, watching over the wondrous horizon in front of him.

Of the first, this is the one most who have met me see, the one shunned, the one unappreciated, the one treated as entertainment instead of a colleague, the one shunted off to the side.

Of the second, only a select few have been able to meet. Coherency and truthful thoughts are the hallmarks of those knowing this fraction, as are trust and belief. Most of the dearest friends know of this section.

Of the third...? Revival of the finest order, as the phoenix of a prince rises from his own ashes. The adventurer, a traveler.

Regardless of fates, this is who I am now.

Daniel Hawking. Prince of Aralonia.

One of many.

A representative of Aralonia.

Together, the collective mindset of a nation.

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