"The Flagship of Eternal Stupidity"

Some say this is the flagship. Others see it in Mies van der Rohe himself, or in Ayn Rand, or in the Tower of Babel, or cut rate Sudanese hashish, or in a man hanging off an oak tree in his back yard. The only thing observers agree upon is that the stupidity lives on and is passed from one moron to the next, in a historical recognition of our unerring capacity to contaminate everything we touch. We are beasts and imbeciles, one and all, but occasionally a cretin among cretins rises from the sludge and drudge of our crustacean half-lives and builds a towering monument to patriotism, to greed, to self-aggrandizement or to its opposite, the collective, engraving our endless stupidity into something more permanent, a symbol and an icon wrenched from our lives, erected into a cathedral wherein future idiots may worship and chant hymns to the gods of stupidity:

Om dummy padme stupidity

Om dummy padme stupidity

Om dummy padme stupidity

Oh, it is great and wise and idiotic

To be parked in a lot with your head up

your arse, your pocket filled with junk bonds

and subscriptions and appointments with cosmetic

surgeons.

Oh dear God of stupidity, please give me dividends

cut off my body parts and replace them with new ones

Teach me to run when others would fight

and to pander to bullies and agree with pedants.

Om dummy padme stupidity