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Jul. 14th, 2007 05:41 pmWhy Topeka Will Never Be a City of Art and Culture
Because it's a town full of Republicans.
Because it's a town full of old people who are scared of youth, a town where money is the top priority, and because it's fearsome youth have bought this as well.
Because it's a town of people who pride themselves as being cultured, though they've, most likely, barely left the state.
Because marketing the "exotic" goes further than sheer talent/skill.
Because what passes for talent and skill are far below the "national average".
Because the hypocrisy, oppression, and self-righteousness reach National Security Threat levels within the bubble of its borders.
I don't think I can describe to you how much I hate this town, how much I wish my family and a few friends didn't still live there. It's something, in the end, rather indescribable, something the sensitive of the world would feel upon being subjected to its rows and rows of chain stores. I'm rather close to never saying it's my hometown again. The newspaper, nothing but conservative-bent surface treatment, color graphics, no meat, no bones, all fat. Downtown, nearly vacant, struggling to breathe like a fish out of water. The West side cluttered with neon and the safe predictability of one-in-every-city. Every new idea crushed, only to be re-born in the endless supply of committees and search parties, looking, desperately searching, for new blood, new opportunities, a revival. Sprawling, reaching out like box-shaped cancer to swallow the plains with tar and concrete and the illusion of happiness found monthly on credit card bills and bank statements.
Nothing will change until the people change.
And that will never happen.
Because it's a town full of Republicans.
Because it's a town full of old people who are scared of youth, a town where money is the top priority, and because it's fearsome youth have bought this as well.
Because it's a town of people who pride themselves as being cultured, though they've, most likely, barely left the state.
Because marketing the "exotic" goes further than sheer talent/skill.
Because what passes for talent and skill are far below the "national average".
Because the hypocrisy, oppression, and self-righteousness reach National Security Threat levels within the bubble of its borders.
I don't think I can describe to you how much I hate this town, how much I wish my family and a few friends didn't still live there. It's something, in the end, rather indescribable, something the sensitive of the world would feel upon being subjected to its rows and rows of chain stores. I'm rather close to never saying it's my hometown again. The newspaper, nothing but conservative-bent surface treatment, color graphics, no meat, no bones, all fat. Downtown, nearly vacant, struggling to breathe like a fish out of water. The West side cluttered with neon and the safe predictability of one-in-every-city. Every new idea crushed, only to be re-born in the endless supply of committees and search parties, looking, desperately searching, for new blood, new opportunities, a revival. Sprawling, reaching out like box-shaped cancer to swallow the plains with tar and concrete and the illusion of happiness found monthly on credit card bills and bank statements.
Nothing will change until the people change.
And that will never happen.
