the mediumless man

There once was a day when the greatest fear of a person was being without a country or a family. Those days are past now it would seem. The greatest travesty in our info-connected-technocracy is to be a man without a medium. By medium I mean without an avenue that can lead to giving information to the masses. Inter-personal has been replaced by inter-societal and we are not judged by our friendships but by the splash we make on a grander scale. The dot com billionaires and the corporate raiders engross us with their daring and we clamor for their advisement. We raise up people who would rate as somewhere between town drunk and town outcast if we knew them at a personal level. Some stand astride their pedestals by their ability to broadcast their looks and their mischievous ways, some are able to engross the mediums even through petty violence and any other number of pliable morals and disregarded laws and mores.

Would I join them if I could? There is no mouthpiece for me though. I am unable to write or speak or dream at a high enough level to garner me the public ear or cunning enough to aspire lower and grab the spotlight through cheap theatrics. In a land where ideas are downloaded from marketing controlled mediums and aspirations are defined by win-at-all-cost profiteers simplicity and truth are as worthless as acting like who we really are and instead screaming out to the masses a balance of who they ask us to be and a reality detached shadow of self.

I am the mediumless man. There is no microphone that can amplify me to a level to matter and no keystroke that can allow me the chance at relevancy. I am the irrelevant fellow to savvy to feed what they force on me but to normal to offer resistance. I am the forgotten demographic, to weak to sport for the cameras and too pietistic to think that my opinion needs to be heard.