after a trip to the doctor's office

America's new religion: Denialism

As I sat in a car which winded and wended through the traffic,

just avoiding enormous trucks traveling at high speeds, I noticed the grayish-brown haze that had replaced the sky. So, that is what we are breathing. El Paso continues to seek fulfillment as a mini-L.A.

Please don't tell me it is beautiful or healthy. Please do notice it. But, no, that would be too much to ask. We must deny the existence of all that is ugly and unpleasant.

Please don't tell me the frigid piercing air of the AC is pleasant.

It is merely necessary to avoid the greater unpleasantness of the oppressive heat which overwhelms the skin like a heated blanket, suffocating and

inhibiting all life.

Don't tell me it is pleasant to squeeze yourself into the cramped space of a vehicle.

Don't tell me it is pleasant to sit in a moving vehicle gazing at endless cheaply constructed boxes surrounded by trees of advertising with their banal and uninspiring messages. A landscape of overwhelming uniformity and blankness.

All that I see is ugly and inhuman.

Worst of all, the trip is needed to get a bit of relief for an old person who needs a doctor's help to thrive.

Why should we have to travel so many miles so uncomfortably—and at personal expense (an expensive vehicle and wasteful gasoline)?

We needn't. It is not necessary, and it is not good.

But all of this is invisible thanks to the religion of denialism. The problem doesn't exist. This is the greatest country in the world.

Don't dare mention it. That would be rude, bad manners. You would be threatening the livelihoods of those around you. And we daren't imagine that people could change, that other jobs would be available with a different system. Put that thought out of your mind.

Don't mention the hierarchy within the doctor's office. A pretty, young girl who meets you. Her job is to be a mediator, but she's not studied as he did. His job is to share his knowledge. But don't say and don't notice the role of the society in imparting that knowledge. Taxpayers, teachers, parents, anything social must be invisible. Deny that there is anything social, please, if you want to get along.

Don't stop to wonder why he is doctor and she is a mere receptionist.

It must be because it is right and just. He worked, and she did not.

No other explanation is possible.

Don't notice. Don't think. Don't imagine. Deny. Play with your smart phone when you are bored, and allow your mind to be filled with the images displayed there. Let that fullness be your chief pleasure in life.

With apologies to Philip Mirowski, who has written a marvelous book about how Neo-Liberalism denies the existence of the economic and the ecological crises, and clouds the mind of the ordinary citizen in order to prevent any change—except, of course, changes in a direction of which neo-liberals approve.