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You Want Us to Live Like Cavemen?
by Monolycus lifted from a comment
Remember the good old days when you could get state and federal
level kickbacks under the table or through the quiet anonymity of your
own shell company? A few tiny little Enrons and Savings & Loans
later, and people want to put American entrepreneurs under a microscope as if they were common… well… commoners.
Yes, there have been a few bad apples, but is that really grounds to
do away with the entire system of entitlement? John McCain still
believes in American Exceptionalism, and that should be good enough for all of us! Do we really want to live in a world in which Karl Rove’s children have to do menial work like… well… like common potential terrorists?
It seems to me that we’ve turned the spirit of the domestic
surveillance program on its ear when the aristocracy is forced to
sacrifice their civil liberties alongside the riff raff. This is
madness! MADNESS!
Sustainability? Equality? What, do you want us to live like cavemen
or something? Are we committed to progress and worshipping the forces
of Mammon or aren’t we here? Honestly, I can get behind thinking outside the box and everything, but I think people are starting to take their eyes off the prize. The War on Terror™ is supposed to entrench the Privileged… not break down boundaries.
I’m sorry. I’m very, very disappointed that some folk have allowed
themselves to get carried away with things and want to apply the New
Rules with such a broad brush. The temerity of treating American
nobility like this staggers the imagination!
And speaking of that, is it my imagination or are there more zetas in my sky these days?
In America, you can….Havidol. Of course, this is a spoof, the chemical name is avafynetime HCl . A well-done spoof of’ lifestyle pharmaceuticals’. However, we live in a time when it is hard to tell the difference between art and life, between real and hologram.
I was at a friends yesterday, and watched several commercials in between the lady griz basketball game and part of CBS’s sixty minutes airing of yet another atrocity, it was terrifying. I bet we watched 25 commerical’s in the short time I was there. Just what the fuck is, “restless leg syndrome’? I guess the old saying is true, ‘there’s a pill for every ill’, even manufactured ones.
I guess my point is that the ‘cave men’, that would be us serf’s. i.e. the general population, has been squeezed to the point where more and more people are turning to televison as a means of escape entertainment, whom can’t afford season tickets, meals out, except for the S.A.D. (Standard American Diet), standard American, fast food carcenagenic trash. So know your place….
Here, There and Everywhere
“I am an American consumer, and the battle to catch the corner of my eye is growing more desperate by the hour . Desperate and counterproductive, it now seems clear. We all know what happened in Boston the other week, when the guerrilla marketing of a cartoon series triggered a grand mal metro seizure, but only I know what happened in Los Angeles several days earlier. I was standing in an airport security line when I spotted an advertisement for Rolodexes printed across the bottom of the tub into which I was about to set my shoes. The ad bewildered me for a couple of reasons. First, I didn’t expect to see it there (even though, by now, I should have, since researchers estimate that the average city dweller is exposed to 5,000 ads per day, up from 2,000 per day three decades ago). The second and greater mystery, however, was why a major company would want me to associate its product with the experience of being searched. Rolodex — the official corporate sponsor of airport paranoia. It didn’t make sense.”
” — Walter Kirn (New York Times)
Know your place…
Escape from America?
Gin meditations on outlaw roosters, tin cup martinis and my bust-out from Mammon’s guilded cage
Joe Bageant
Tomorrow I will not worry about losing my ass in the declining real estate market. I will not commute three nerve grinding hours a day, or nervously engorge myself in front of my laptop for hours on end. Nor will I or wake up with the crimes of the empire running like adding machine tape in my head, annotated with all the ways I contributed to those crimes by participating in the American lifestyle. After more than two years of effort, I’m outta the gilded gulag, by damned, and tell myself that I have at last quit being part of the problem — or at least as much as much as anyone can without living stark naked in a Himalayan cave and toasting insects over a dung fire….
Know your place…
Damn you Monolycus, for reminding us…
x-cellent comments/post as always…
Posted by: Uncle $cam | Feb 12 2007 17:19 utc | 5
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