Personal Statement — Matt Christman
What’s the bloody point?
That’s the question that drives every action of every person who has, through accident of birth, achieved material subsistence and no longer has to worry where his next meal is going to come from, or if a machete-wielding militia is going to come around and chop his head off. Once you start taking survival for granted, the next question is always: now what?
This question is the wellspring of every religion and ideology in human history. And every blog, including this one.
In case you haven’t been paying attention for the past five thousand years, this question has no answer, but that doesn’t make it any easier to ignore.
I want to use this space to investigate how people grapple with that pesky question, and the two most vital and accessible ways they do is through politics and popular culture. It’s essentially an anthropological project, and as such, I’m not overly concerned with engaging in boosterism for one side in the pathetic Kabuki play of electoral politics, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have guiding beliefs that animate my analysis. The most essential is this: we’re all in this together. We’re made of the same stuff, we breath the same air, we’re driven by the same base animal needs and abstract questions and the American delusion of self-sufficiency and rugged individualism is both a path to ruin and a con game run by the ownership class.
In this space, I’ll be lounging in the cyber-ruins of the declining American empire, hopefully making some interesting and/or amusing points about the manias and perversions we as a nation entertain ourselves with in the twilight of plenty.
What I admire about Karl…
Karl comes from a jaundiced, learned place that never fails to stimulate thought and emotional engagement. He’s serious about the craft of cultural criticism, and carries it out with skill and a backpack full of zingers. And he’s always good for a reference to obscure 18th century pornographers.