Politics & Power Quote by Robert Anton Wilson

Wilson’s joke lands because it hijacks the rhetoric of outlaw pleasure and reroutes it into the least glamorous destination imaginable: aging. He opens like a confessional from the drug war era - “a new way to get high,” “the government can’t stop me” - borrowing the paranoid, libertarian cadence that clung to late-20th-century counterculture. Then he detonates the setup with “senility,” turning the rebel fantasy into a biological punchline. The laugh is partly embarrassment: the “high” here isn’t enlightenment or freedom, it’s cognitive drift, the mind’s unrequested exit ramp.

The intent is classic Wilson: puncture authoritarian posturing and our own romantic myths at the same time. If the state can police substances, it can’t police entropy. That’s both a dig at government overreach and a sly reminder that the ultimate sovereign is the body. The subtext is darker than the one-liner admits. “Spaced out for hours” sounds like a stoner boast, but it also evokes losing time, losing words, losing self. By framing senility as a “new way,” Wilson exposes how language can cosmetically rebrand suffering into lifestyle - the same linguistic trick used by both marketers and ideologues.

Context matters: Wilson, the contrarian novelist-essayist behind Illuminatus!-style reality-bending, spent a career mocking official narratives and celebrating consciousness expansion. Here he flips the script: the most unavoidable altered state isn’t psychedelic, it’s demographic. The punchline isn’t just “aging happens.” It’s “your rebellion ends where your neurons do,” delivered with enough wit to make that truth briefly survivable.