Yesterday was a big ghost money-burning day, as it…
Yesterday was a big ghost money-burning day, as it’s the middle of Ghost Month, when the spirits are supposedly the most free to roam around in search of potato chips, fruit drinks and a comfortable sofa. Clouds of noxious smoke rose from the streets as the Taiwanese people once again sent out a big “Fuck You!” to their descendants in favor of appeasing the ghosts of their ancestors. It’s been said that the dead have it better than the living here, mostly in reference to the prime real estate given over to cemetaries on this crowded island. But it goes for this honored tradition of releasing toxic carginogens imprinted on whole forests of dead trees into the air by the boatload as well.
In a sign that it’s not just neurotic westerners noticing the harmful effects of this tradition, the government took a break from its normally idiotic campaign of trying to get people to have more babies, in an attempt to wean the automatrons off their dangerous habit by introducing online “ghost money burning” sites and getting people to do it at centralized locations rather than all over the place, but it’s not having much of an effect. Why? Because burning ghost money is easy to do, and it guarantees a full year of no personal responsibility. Imagine, a whole year of driving around without a care in the world, cutting corners on mountain roads with no helmet, eating whatever you like at the night market with intestinal impunity, and in general living a risk-free life (excepting the occasional seeing a foreigner on the street, Sunlight and other risks)! How can anyone compete with such a promise? In a country where personal convenience of having a scooter that belches out smoke outweighs any far-off futuristic dream of this mythical so-called “clean air” that one sees in other countries on HBO…well, nobody.
I realize that the lack of security resulting from indifferent and arbitrary government over the centuries makes it only natural that people turn instead to religion and the obseqious fawning/public indifference that is all that remains of the Confucian ideal for a sense of stability in their lives, but every time I pass the scene of mass ghost money burning, be it in front of someone’s house or a major department store run by a cooperation that spouts literature about all the good they’re doing for Taiwan, I wonder if the people there are including better air quality or freedom from pollution-related illnesses in their prayers. I’d ask, but for one thing, my brain would explode if I was right, and for another, it would do about as much good as complaining about it on a blog somewhere.
(The poster above was inspired by this)