The Flight Over

One week ago I started my journey to India. My flight was long and I of course could not sleep.

That really sucked, but not nearly as bad as the having to sit next to a man for 12+ hours on the 1st leg of my trip whose entire wardrobe had that winning scent of well used gym socks, well that or he really needs to change his aftershave. It took me at least five hours to block this ghastly aroma from my sinuses. I like to believe that this was done in a desperate fit to confirm my long sought after desire to have telekinesis; thus, using the power of my mind to create an invisible wall prohibiting his stench from washing over me, but really it was more likely due to the ever recycled air, as I have yet to be able to confirm having said powers again. But trust me, I will continue to try. I will be like Rachel Summers yet…..

Admit it, you thought I was going to say Jean Grey didn’t you? I always admired Rachel’s red punk rock look far more than the oh so Westchester preppy Jean Grey.

But what made this ride the most interesting, other than being able to watch 3 Alfred Hitchcock films, was that as I flew into Doha, Qatar, I was that I was able to see much of the Middle East from the air. And as fate had it I was able to look out my window and see the sun setting over Baghdad as we passed it.

And I instantly thought, what a great metaphor for this trip. It was like I was seeing the most pure representation of the diminishing American empire, the actual sun setting on its last great stand to remake the world in its fading image. The pink hue that glowed on the horizon turned a charred darkness almost instantly, as if it were left on the grill far too long.

This is what I am leaving, the hubris that American might always makes right. And that the desire for aggressive expansive hegemony beyond its borders and total failure to see any competing world view as competent costs its citizens so many of their basic human rights.

And that I was able to travel from seeing the sun set over Baghdad to one of the fastest growing economies — from aged dying dinosaur to a new era. That pretty much sums up my trip and why I have turned my back on America.

About Randy

I'm just a guy trying to out run his dying kidneys and live life as vibrantly as possible. Until I can't. I grew up in Tejas. Went to school in Vermont. And currently live in Brooklyn. But not for long....
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