We have been fighting WWII since 1939.

The roles have shifted, the enemies have changed names, but the same conflict has been playing out for all this time: the clash of civilizations. Not political theories, but the clash of global omnipotence — how it shall be managed and to whom it is allocated.

Since the dropping of the bombs on Japan in 1945, it has been played out against the backdrop of the growing probability of worldwide destruction. When you have seen the shadows burned into the concrete, it becomes nearly impossible not to embrace your own darkness.

In Africa children have been raped to avoid death by AIDS. In the Balkans villages become rape camps and graveyards. In the Middle East men and women turn themselves into Death itself in the attempt to create life for those left behind and to find their own immortality. In China gorges are drowned in the hope of creating a monument to guaranteed power. In Russia theater-goers and school children become fodder for the vision of freedom. In Western Europe and America riots and individual acts of violence are the paroxysm of individuals crying out for their own importance.

Is it any wonder that our most watched shows are shows of the Survivor archetype? The lone survivors walk away from their individual battlegrounds after seeing the elimination of all who came before and struggled with them. Rewards await them and yet they weep for those who’ve gone before, and for their own relief at having survived.

I don’t know where I’m going with this. I don’t really know where to go.

From the lovely diva_dot. A five question interview.

1. You have one night and an endless supply of hot rock-n-roll chicks, and you must pick one for some good sex, plus two runners up…in case the first one has a headache or something. Who’s it going to be?

I’ll go with Carrie Brownstein of Sleater-Kinney, followed by Brody Dalle/Armstrong and Jada Pinkett-Smith. (She’s fronting a heavy metal band these days, so I feel justified in that one.)

2. You can only pick 3 foods to eat for the rest of your life. What are they?

Fresh, authentic Mozzarella cheese, sun-warm vine ripe tomatoes, and extra-virgin olive oil.

3. You and I somehow get the opportunity to hang out for an entire day. What are we going to do?

Girl watching, baby!

4. Godspeed You Black Emperor wants to take you on tour with them so you can do your poetry with their music. There is one condition: they want you to appear at all shows either naked (if the venue allows it) or wearing a housedress made out of black garbage bags. What do you do?

Considering they are pretty much an instrumental band, to turn this down would be a great dishonor. I’m there. Just gimme a couple months to recover from the tummy tuck.

5. You are given yet another golden opportunity: you must put one celebrity that you hate out of his (or her) misery. Who’s going to kick the bucket in the end?

Adios, Joan Rivers! And if I can use explosives, then Melissa Rivers is gone too.