America, (or) the beautiful

In America:

Our God is happiness, our religion is psychological management of self and others through Relationships and Feelings. Those are the principle names of God. Our cult is therapy, and our salvation is becoming happy. Instead of sin, we have disaffection. We all must buy insurance for the management by professionals who give you orders and tell you how to think (to manage your self and its qualities, observed or felt), and since persons have only negative potentialities, to profitably medicate for every personal deviance from the norm of efficiently doing your job. No putative unhappiness goes unpunished. And since most people are subject to finding their jobs and lives unfulfilling, instead of changing the world to change that, we punish everyone who exhibits symptoms of this broader problem for which our society has only been able to supply police officers of various kinds.

The psychological system is a machine for eliminating from society all artistic and political potentialities, which are the true alternatives to this nightmare of enforced felicitous stupidity.

The therapeutic state is the last gasp of the old traditional religiosities. Perhaps their God too much a manager to be a liberator, and too much the authority to put things in question.

There is no task or project proper to the human being as such. Therapeutic practices enable you to put your manner of living in question not for itself but in answering to the authorities who question your propriety (normality, health) in terms of their objectives. Since adults are citizens (participants in the polity), the administrative state treats all persons as children.

Let's go, children of the republic, let's go out, away from this, to an elsewhere of our creation. Politics, love, art, and science are modes of questioning (oneself, one's world, situations and events). But most questioning assumes a principle that cannot be questioned. Poetry and philosophy know this; managers of success and happiness do not. Business does not; it only knows how to gets things done to produce desired goods or results.

Anyone who does not question the given nor have the will to resist it is a cop, whatever else he or she is, and as such has lent themselves as a tool in the service of masters, demanding work, obedience, allegiance and loyalty. One cannot serve both policing and poetry.