Snowden…

Catch 22

The first thing I thought of when I heard about the man called Snowden, currently running from the heavy-handed arm of paranoid U.S. law, was this:

Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden’s secret. Drop him out a window and he’ll fall. Set fire to him and he’ll burn. Bury him and he’ll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden’s secret. Ripeness was all.

It gave me goosebumps.

Literature has been an oracle all along:

The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Maybe we should have paid better to attention to what our writers/seers were trying to tell us, from Yeats to Orwell and Heller.

This one’s creepy, too:

“Catch-22 says they have a right to do anything we can’t stop them from doing.”

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3 thoughts on “Snowden…

  1. Was debating what Snowden had done with a friend. Guess our views are a bit more cynical. Snowden revealed something that, in our minds, we kind of knew all along. And it’s no secret that other governments do this too. And to be on the run for this known fact – and to run to RUSSIA (or possibly Ecuador, or whatever great, democratic countries are on the list) is the sad ironic ending to all of this. All for what?

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    1. More cynical than the idea that man is garbage, a bag of meat destined to rot? LOL Wow, Sue, that’s scary! 😉

      What the other (current) Snowden has done, simply is. I don’t think his act is actually a debatable issue for the rest of us, who did not work where he did, and who do not know the things that he knows.

      He probably knows that his time is short and that he won’t get out of this alive. But maybe these past few weeks he has at least found living in his own skin bearable, or has managed to finally rid himself of the dirty self-loathing that came with assisting a government that regards ordinary people—its own and those of other countries—as worthless and expendable pawns.
      All for what? To be at peace with yourself when you die is no small thing.

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