Thursday, November 18, 2010

Magical Realism

It's been a good week to be English. And not just for the regular reasons it's preferable to be English every other week, like free health care and all the drizzle you can eat. This week, our trans-Atlantic cousins are holding us up and demanding our filthy colonial shekels, like highwaymen of old, but in the particularly English idiom with so much politeness that you end up just sort of acquiescing to spare them any further embarrassment.

Not only is there going to be a royal wedding, but it's also finally time for the first half of the beginning of the end of Harry Potter.

I think of all the money pouring into that feisty little downtrodden third of an island, scraping by all these centuries with the right combination of pluck, blind good luck and the subjugation of peoples of varying shades of brown the world over, and it gives me some hope. Between the flood of tourists pouring in to try to experience something they would be shot trying to actually attend or reveling in the soap-opera antics of teenagers inhabiting a world cobbled together from other worlds already written about but could never actually exist, it looks like they've stumbled on to a formula whereby they are able to spin money from quite literally nothing. And that is an encouraging feat in this still-struggling economy.

As Americans, we should take note. If anything screams out the soul of American genius, it's the ability to bastardize someone else's idea and then sell the inferior product for twice the cost.

All we need to do is:

1) Start a royal family. We tried it with the Kennedys for a bit in the 1960s, but with all the sex and disease and adultery and divorce and murder and untimely death... well, OK, that's all pretty good for a royal family, honestly. But back then, I'm not so sure. As a cultural embarrassment incapable of governing itself and existing at a level of cognitive dissonance between what they are projected to be and what they actually were, they were just too far ahead of their time. Hm. Maybe this just isn't our bag.

2) Multi-film fantasy franchise to capture the hearts and minds of children and shut-ins the world over. Again, we did this already with Star Wars, but considering the quality of the last three, I'm not sure it actually counts. I'm not exactly in a big hurry for another Indiana Jones movie either. And now that I think about it, the more I catch snippets of Avatar on HBO (which is not hard considering they run it more than GoDaddy.com ads run during a Super Bowl), the more that shit just makes me angry.

OK, so maybe this isn't the answer. But the only other economic "plan" going is banning budgetary earmarks for Congressional pet projects. Really, that's all. This is your Tea Party Revolution.

Frankly, I have more faith in the Kennedys. But then all the attractive ones are dead. The only ones left are all toothy and bony, with that grievous overbite, like Habsburgs in reverse. Nobody's buying a commemorative mug if Joe Kennedy II decides to get married a third time.

5 comments:

kittens not kids said...

have i ever mentioned that i love you? it's because of things like: "Multi-film fantasy franchise to capture the hearts and minds of children and shut-ins the world over"

and

"soap-opera antics of teenagers inhabiting a world cobbled together from other worlds already written about."

People are going to be really unhappy when they realize that those earmarks mean the end of economy-stimulating local projects. the entire economy of west virginia centered on earmarks, courtesy of the late great senator byrd.

it's only pork when someone else gets it.
i'm pretty sure that's a life lesson that can be applied to all kinds of situations.

Katherine Zander said...

I always thought the Osbournes were our royalty .... but, wait, we imported them, too, didn't we? How about Tecumseh's family, then.

I am totally going to brave the outside world, throw off my shut-in shackles, embrace my inner horcrux and see HP7. See, I even use jingoistic geek-speak when waxing poetic about it. Thank goodness I've already had my kids, as I would never have a chance at procreating now.

Poplicola said...

KnK: Wow. Well... gosh. If I had an ounce of shame, I'd blush.

Kay-Z: Imported is not a problem. Happens all the time. The British got theirs from some cut-rate German backwater just to avoid Catholics in the proper line. Given recent events, it's starting to look like a brilliant bit of foresight.

Steelydanto said...

Pops, I have nothing clever or provocative to note here but wanted to thank you for writing a blog that never fails to make me laugh. I wish you and yours a happy Thanksgiving, with lots of delicious food followed by a really well-deserved nap.

Poplicola said...

Aw dang, come on, you know I don't do well with sincerity. What's funny about saying "Thanks"? Nothing. See, watch: thanks, I appreciate that.

Crickets.