About a dark, dark forest and the YouTube Wars

Schwarzwald - Black Forest 70 x 100 cm / 27.6 x 39.4 in - acrylic on brown Craft paper

SAM & JORDAN: THE YOU TUBE WARS

First we should dress them:

Sam the rationalist in a lab coat,

one suitable for meditation in caves

and day hikes in the Sierras. And panel discussions.

I can’t say whether Jordan would look better in velvet

robes with astrological symbols

and Jungian archetypes on their sleeves

but I’m convinced he’d go for it in a heartbeat.

Sam can’t seem to grasp that most people are

dumb and/or incurious. That they are seeking

not the “truth” but an interesting shopping

mall to hang out in: the kids are bored

and hungry and hot, and Jade wants a new pair of shoes

badly. And what do you want? Do you know what you want, sir?

Sam wants to fill the Void with fact based values.

Jordan, with mythological archetypes, and God.

How else do you stop people

pillaging liquor stores, raping each other,

stealing all that isn’t nailed down or guarded by “security professionals?”

Sam is never emotional unless you call being annoyed emotional.

Mildly annoyed. Jordan can weep in an instant. Surrogate daddy

to millions of 25-to-30 year old boys who are not getting enough.

Enough pussy. Enough respect.

Bongs and skateboards must be wrested from

their flailing, immature hands, sordid instruments of masturbation.

Sam gives a sheesh-can-you-believe-this-shit smile.

He does not believe it. He cannot believe it.

Jordan extends a crossed leg and pulls up a sock made of silk.

Audiences everywhere already know who they “like.”