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More seriously though: here is a bit more (maybe) rational discussion of why I find the entire global mega-plex that is jet travel so loathsome:

There is a term in fiction called “suspension of disbelief” or a sort of willingness on the part of an audience, to accept that certain things in a story, or every bit of it, are not actually real, and agree to play along anyway.

What I find so terrifying about jet travel’s very existence as well as its unquestioning mass utilitization, is the opposite:


People who say they oppose unions, or even work aggressively against the very notion of collective bargaining, will put themselves in the power of and at the mercy of hundreds of union members just to take one flight.

People who say they oppose the absolute power of government to dictate terms of daily life and policy over daily activities, will put themselves absolutely in the middle of the utmost vindication of regime power anywhere on the planet: the authority of governments to presume to own and operate the very air we breathe merely because someone invented a contraption that can fly through it.

People who say they wish to preserve the planet and protect natural habitats and ecosystems, will voluntarily sit themselves literally atop thousands of gallons of dangerous and destructive fuel being belched out into the atmosphere, and for no other reason that that is the more convenient way for them to get where they want to go, like to some international conference on climate science, for instance.

People who believe in peace and quiet, who eschew and avoid urban life and all its noise, filth, chaos and systemized indignity, will hop right on one of the most horrifically noisy machines ever devised, a rendering of a technology which is the absolute by-product of the most destructive armed conflicts in known history and first invented by the most dangerous regime anyone today is familiar with, because it is convenient, and for no other reason.

People who distrust large corporations and claim to eschew the values and outcomes of capitalism, will utilize utterly capitalistic resources online to find themselves the cheapest ticket, and then place themselves at the absolute mercy of some of the most powerful companies ever formed, just as with the unions: represented per occasion in their dozens with ever single flight taken, because this is easier for them than to travel in a way that befits what they say they believe about business and economics.

People who think they are afraid of dying or being harmed in any way, whether the perceived threat comes from their neighbors, members of other races and religions, catching some disease, being wrongfully misinformed and instructed by those in power, or even a mouse in their kitchen; and who will undertake all manner of measures by means of politics or civic involvement or pharmaceuticals or personal firearms or setting a mouse trap, to seek merely to protect themselves, will nonetheless place themselves in the most helpless and absolutely dependent of circumstances, and exercise nothing but blind trust in groups of self-interested employees and functionaries who answer to their concerns in no way whatsoever, and in the most unnatural and gutturally unsettling circumstance conceivable: tens of thousands of feet above their home planet while careening along at an inconceivable velocity with no means at all to protect themselves from anything.

Et cetera.

The suspension of belief required to fly by jet is so absolute, that no one who says they believe in any large-scale set of values and approaches to human life is immune to setting parts or every bit of these aside, just to be able to live with themselves while undertaking the very actions of entering an airport facility and then boarding a jetliner. Every last step of this process is one which requires anyone left or right, religious or atheist, politically active or utterly indifferent, to set aside some part of, if not the whole of, what they think they believe, in order to do no more than get from a point A to a point B without having to find some other way to get there.

For my own part, even to be in the immediate vicinity of a large airport means that my mind is near-overwhelmed with the impossibility of calculating the resources being wasted, the lands used up, the humanity re-directed, by a facility that relies entirely on a continual inflow of countless and irreplaceable resources which by any other measure would be seen as an outrage by nearly anyone.

And what unsettles me more than all of the above, is how people treat this undeniably intrusive, invasive, destructive, wasteful, de-humanizing, and absolutely unnecessary, mass system of technology, as if it were simply part of the natural order of things, regardless of how every element of it flies (pun, etc) in the face of everything they might otherwise wish to believe that they believe.

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