Charlie Sheen stars in “Apocalypse Now”

Charlie Sheen has decided that he is going to behave however he wants, and it appears he has enough money to do so.

He claims he can do or not do drugs as a choice.

He claims he can beat addiction with his mind.

That’s pretty awesome.  He won’t hesitate to tell you how awesome it is.

With 2 million twitter followers and growing, he may be undoing 30 years of drug education. Not the ridiculous “no tolerance” point of view, of course, but the one about the very real consequences and very actual dangers (for most of us, but not for Charlie of course) that come along with abuse of addictive drugs like cocaine and crack.

Charlie Sheen has, if you believe in his sobriety, chosen to allow his id to become the whole of his personality.

Charlie Sheen is behaving perhaps the way anyone would behave in a vacuum if allowed to behave however one would wish with zero consequences.  It appears, given his resources, and depending on his ability to control his addiction, that he may continue to do so as long as he’s responsible and is capable of making smart decisions, those that keep him out of jail and alive.

If one had enough money, one is capable of ensuring that drug use stays as legal as possible.  Pay for delivery, pay to ensure you have access to whatever you want when you want it and nothing more, and do your best to make sure any crimes you commit are of little consequence.  And if not, ensure whatever assets at your disposal are capable of acting as a golden parachute.  Pay well enough to make sure those you interact with are more motivated by loyalty rather than whatever fame or small fortune they may encounter by betraying you (what a fool, that Kacey Jordan!).

Charlie Sheen has well deserved infamy for his behavior with women.  His explanation seems to be that he was pushed to his admittedly intolerant breaking point by the need for him to behave as a member of polite society.   After all, it’s Hollywood, it’s certainly likely that Chuck Lorre is an insufferable ass, and his vanity cards certainly indicate he thinks father knows best.

Charlie Sheen, while deploying some of the most amazing language possible to express himself, has chosen to put us all on notice that he chooses not to live that life anymore, to ignore the rules of society, and to behave however he damn well pleases because he has enough money to do so as long as he stays inside the law.

His relationship with women, nay, with everyone, can be extolled in single sentence.  “I’m going to behave like THIS, and you choose if you’d like to be around it”.

For evidence, see his tweet about Rachel “Bree Olson” Oberlin moving out of the so-called Sober Valley Ranch, his wishing her well, and immediately requesting applications for a replacement.

Understand that it may be that he no longer feels that he needs emotional “love”, at least from women, by the way he speaks about and will almost certainly fight for his children, the only people in the world who are sure to love him unconditionally, even if they end up hating themselves for it.  Charlie’s parenthood is the only thing that truly causes pause from an analytical point of view, for it’s nearly certain that even if his bottled insanity isn’t drug fueled and doesn’t lead his children into a life of physical pain, it may certainly lead them to a life of emotional turmoil as they are forced to choose between a life in polite society and a life with their father.

Charlie Sheen has evolved into the most aggressive douche you either wish you could be, a Tucker Max with fuck you money, and whom you probably look down on for not being a reasonable member of that same polite society.  But if you’re being honest about the things you think but probably do not say, you might wish you could be, but for one thing: the human goal of love and companionship.

Charlie Sheen may not live by your version of the golden rule, but how does that differ from the way the person who cut you off on the freeway this morning, or who stole your bike last week, or who cut in the coffee line chooses to disrespect you?

The difference is that Charlie Sheen doesn’t have to, because he can afford to live a life surrounded by a bubble of like minded thinkers, or at least those for whom the allure of the lifestyle Charlie’s orbit offers is enough for them to willingly put up with all this crazy shit.

If he truly can use/not use drugs like he says he can, and can perhaps stay sober enough to work regularly and continually replenish his fortune – AND if he’s capable of putting this id away while on set, he suddenly becomes the high water mark, the goal for a generation of people whose primary goal is fame and who’s favorite show is almost certainly Entourage.  A generation of douchebags.  SEE: Teen Mom.

Most billionaires feel a need to improve society, or at least pretend they do as that’s what we expect.  Bill Gates, Warren Buffet, and the like have made a second career out of philanthropy, but even misanthropic billionaires create jobs.  Paul Allen, who from some accounts is a borderline sociopath, gives back indirectly to his local communities by owning and generously funding professional sports teams responsible for the joy and distraction of millions.

Charlie Sheen is one man, doing whatever he wants, with something resembling a billion dollars.

The only thing I can recall in my lifetime that’s of similar ilk would be Ross Perot using his own fuck you money to say just that to a government he resented and attempt to change it by buying his way to the Presidency, and more importantly, doing so with conviction.  Who sets the line between “passionate”, “angry”, and “lunacy”?  He who has the gold makes the rules.

Charlie Sheen, if successful at being not only able to indulge himself completely in the nature of the id,  but to make millions of dollars while doing so, may not be cause but may be catalyst for a dystopian future predicted for years by countless movies.   He could very well push us further and faster into the class warfare that’s been growing in America for 50 years and talked about for 25.

A nation of Haves  – those who work toward what we consider a noble purpose: career, family, God – who often enjoy the benefits of moderate to expansive wealth in polite society.  The majority are driven by the need to have the presence of love and respect of others in their lives.  The rest pretend to, they are the ones we fear, the con men who take advantage of the unwritten rules in search of ill gotten gains and are nothing other than Charlie Sheen without the publicly distributed warning label.

And the rest: Have Nots, whose failed attempt to emulate their new Idol leads them near or overwhelmed by a life of  ruin surrounded by drug addiction, poverty, violence, and ignominious death.

Don’t be surprised if you’re soon in an elevator, and when arriving at your floor, rather than let you exit before boarding, Charlie Sheen, with his goddesses in tow, push past you and knock you to the ground.

Expect no apology, but rather a look of disdain and mention of “winning“, followed immediately by an invitation to party.

However many choose to get infused with Tiger Blood may just decide whether our future is Beyond Thunderdome, where this time the mysterious MuhSheen runs Bartertown, rather than Wall-E, because minus the whole having to be fat blobs with no bone structure, isn’t that what the upper middle class is shooting for anyway? Or is that 60 inch TV and recliner sofa there because it’s the best place for you to make a difference in the world?