Challenging the basis of physics and two billion years of ocular refinement and evolution of those lucky to be have both feet firmly on the ground, Chuck Yeager locked horns with the gravity devil in a glorified experimental ballistic missile highlighting stubby excuses for wings appropriately named the X-1. The pristine aqua blue heights towering above the solitary sunbaked wasteland of the California high desert were both the think tank and at rare instances the jailor, representing a formidable duality for the test pilot and the race to break the sound barrier in the post-war 1940’s, before the modern world map came thundering down on the coffee table in the Oval office, as men named Joseph and Mao had other ideas in the pursuit for peace and the free market.
Sadly, Yeager joined the tragedy of everything linked to 2020 by passing away at the age of 93-years-young, a rich and ingrained tapestry of life which spanned the journey into a new millennium, proceeded by the subjugate reshuffling of nation states.
Yeager’s literal ascension missile launch into the annals of history was justifiably glorified and recorded under the strict and deft artistic license afforded to author Tom Wolfe, and those not familiar with the high court jester of the Merry Pranksters migrating up and down the Pacific Coast in a Volkswagen caravan of resin smoke and idealism quarterbacked by Wavy Gravy, were spared from the trivial knowledge that every commercial jet airline pilot from the inception of jet travel adopted the charming demeanor and sobering cadence of heralded test pilot in blessing the cabin of each flight with an update through the aircraft’s PA system. His mastery and avionic symphony of high altitudes almost immediately catapulted the US crusade into the space race with the Soviets, which later produced the burgeoning Mercury program, and a new breed of pilots defined by their pressure suits and known as astronauts. However, like all forms of matter and concepts, exploits are dulled by the thunderous tides of attrition and social movements casting time and context into the vast ocean of the oblivion. The impossible journeys through gleaming geometric vertical and horizontal patterns in the heavens are not impervious to the banalities and reductionism of societal critiques. Yeager faces the same fate as Columbus or Cortez, but through the barrel of an indifference squad, rather than the executionary talents of mercenaries on creating widespread and lingering despondence.
With the presence of a growing counterculture trend enthusiastically forging politicized terms such as “shaming” and “doxing” into the new world order milieu of fear and reticence created by the reality of social media empires, history and tradition are left vulnerable. The hive mind order of tenacious reactionaries smell blood and sense surrender when abrasively attacking the past partly for thrills, and partly to arm a destructive ulterior motive. It is now officially open season on the legendary European and North American explorers, writers, scientific pioneers, founders, and trend setters of classical glory, whose shared legacy has unfortunately collided with the common denominator of recent allegations sparked by a visceral witch hunt and the cannibalization The harsh and baseless indictments have been strewn carelessly throughout the software ether by failed intellectuals reduced to subhuman nepionic steps in grasping at wild and nonsensical theories in a lame attempt to justify a personalized series of debilitating setbacks and in dire need of an existential crises. Within this beta and herbivore climate of passive aggressiveness, the great accomplishments of a Yeager and others are marginalized and processed to a point of inanity and baseless modern comparisons, before being stigmatized to oblivion. What is a caveman against the discovery of a chloroplast?
As the individual quality of a functionable short-term memory is swiftly and effectively being replaced by collectivism and passive coercion, fact is subject to a complete overhaul, and the egregious deconstruction and overhaul of the truth endures multiple revisions before satisfying the optical parameters of those wishing to change the optics of thus the past, and the future. As the son of a miner and gas driller, Yeager joined the army corps as an 18-year-old before the outset of WWII. His bravery and competency in harrowing dogfights against Hitler’s airmen, and resulting in being shot down and captured by the Nazis will all be conveniently forgotten, as the world as become too comfortable, and reprehensibly warped behind devices and keyboards by cancel culture, and the legacy of professional educators, who marinated one too may years with the weights of undeserved patches on their haggard blazers.
It is within this baleful tidal wave of embroiled emotions and baseless accusations, that the classical definition of the hero has been warped into a wreckage of interminable malaise, as the icons of history are judged by the standards of a one world digital perspective, and not by the accomplishments and merits that have stood throughout the centuries and years. The November death and how aviation ace and jet age legend Chuck Yeager went virtually unnoticed at the mainstream level or in polite conversation or digital interaction, and is both an indication of the failure of contemporary journalism, and an indictment of how far certain influential groups in society have deviated from reason and morality, in stoking a ruthless agenda to change the course of history at all costs.
There regularly exists a few scattered respites from the trending hipster culture of instant gratification, where the deserving are still honored, and impervious to the unworthy, where the indoctrinated revisionists melt noticeably with the arrogance of sanctimony. Scientific achievements and undefinable accomplishments aside, the adoration of the mundane ignores a quiet brilliance, and promoted a quest for the listless.
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