The Culture Code

Society behaves. Add a “mis”. Do you smell the odor? The Culture Code, spoken and unspoken. I know you see it. It’s that thing at the corner of your vision. The corner of your noggin. That set of things that We Must Do. Be careful not to violate the Code. Girl, will you hear about it.

It’s not a conspiracy mind you. A conspiracy takes thought, secrecy, and planning. Good luck with all three. The Culture Code is random, obvious yet not, understood, if not at all. Obey or Ostracize.

The Culture Code core curriculum: “freedom”, “school”, “get a career”, “work hard”.

What a pantload.

Freedom?

We throw people in jail for doing things like marijuana and shrooms while letting everyone but kids stone themselves on ethanol bottled with the best artistic talent and taxed with blood.

Republican fascist state, Democratic nanny state, pick your punch. Neither gives a dump about you and what you think. Really. Where you can, fight The Man.

School?

You mean math, science, history, reading, and writing, right? Hell no, assimilation and programming of Culture Code, minion. Be sure to enjoy that.

Diploma: a license to narrow your options.

“What’s YOUR major?”

CEO once said: “A diploma tells us that you can complete four years of something”. That’s it. College graduates are Useless in the best sense of the word. Programmed for obeisance. Ready to bully.

Career?

No, really, please be serious.

Commencement Speech: Graduates! Travel the world; create art; live on $10 a day in Ensenada, Phnom Penh, and Rome; meditate; rinse and repeat five years. Then fucking skip the career. Start a business. Congratulations, you win!

Career Deux.

Screw working for The Man. Haven’t you read Dilbert? I mean really.

Work Hard?

Nice Codespeak. Wanna better one? Work smart. Career and Cocaine, probably the same root word in Latin.

Managing owners enjoy using your time. A lot. Got a problem with that, worker? That loathing is the Code having its way with you.

Singapore created such a pleasant place to live. Safe. Clean. Fascist. Graffiti gets you caned. Cameras will fine you if you spit on the street. Stupid bastards.

The Creatives fled. Stifle the Creatives with Culture Code and all you have left are the robots. Flexibility and creativity in the marketplace? Fuggit about it. Singaporians are correcting that now. Good luck with that.

Religion.

Oh dear. The Big Two, politics and religion. Hang on tight folks, I’m playing with fire. Hell fire. Whoosh!

Believe in gods or not. I hang with the crucifix crowds and the navel gazers. It’s all good.

What are your preacher teachers ACTUALLY doing you anyway?

Jesus talked. Talked hard. So does your shaman/pastor/preacher/priest. But what does he (and it is a he) NOT teach you?

Sex a sin? Song of Solomon, baby.

Iraq War is just peachy? Jesus, the original peace loving boomer.

Women shouldn’t be in positions of authority? Homosexuals not part of God’s design? Slavery is cool in the bible too.

Do ya Get it?

Humans twist theology to fit the Culture Code. The way you can tell we are monkeys is by watching the chimpanzees scream at each other.

Fundamentally, church is a place where people get together to reinforce their habits. Sometimes it’s to reinforce the good ones. Sometimes it’s another place to be entertained, go figure. Churches can have nothing on a Moose or Rotary Club. Sometimes much less.

Does the preacher tell us to do stupid shit? Priests molest boys and were cloaked by the church. Rev. Haggard preached against gays and counseled GW Bush while doing men and methamphetamines. Pastor perfect? He may not be doing boys, but he’s probably doing something.

Do what your gods tell you to do, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”. Nearly all the gods said it someway. No need for Ten Commandments on the courthouse, folks. Simple.

Morality.

Sociologists tell us that there are hundreds of moral rules that apply to every culture in the world.

“Do not sleep with your mother” is one.

“Do not sleep with your father” isn’t.

Yeah. This is the Code. Frightening isn't it?


Are things Black and White?

Culture Code, all the way down. Grey is life.

The immigrant you want thrown out of the country was your grandmother. Cops murder. Drug dealers go to church with you and pay their tithe with other people’s high. The Senior Deacon at church sells cigarettes. And of course, that’s only the other people.

and speaking of White and Black:

Don Imus versus Al Sharpton, the musical.

Round 1. Big Al.

A racist gets another racist fired for being a racist. Do you GROK that? Think that solved the race problem? Really?

Round 2 – Ignorant Imus.

Imus gets a job. A better job.

Fight over

If you think we know what happened there, look again. We don’t fully get it. Deep down there is something there. Do you smell it?

Got Milk?

I just came in and installed a sign in your living room. No?

How about if I put it on your house? Oh!

You don’t mind The Code if it keeps The Program on the freeway, on another building, in your TV, on your computer, in your face, and in your head? Do the calculus. More monkeys screamin’…..

Buy it. Live it. Drink it. Eat it. The Jones got theirs, where’s yours? Right?

I say, paint out a sign, and put yours in its place.

Let it say “Blah Blah Blah”