Present-day futurology
So yesterday I saw this commercial on TV which was for microwave-ready poultry from a well-known brand, I think it was some frozen chicken that came with potatoes, and the whole thing went like- A single mom would tell her young kid (age 6 or thereabouts) to be good while at his dad’s- Not to eat with his hands, to use the fork, to have manners at the table and so on.
Cut to dad’s house, dad (in his mid-30s) has just taken this beautiful chicken with potatoes, steaming hot, from out of the oven. He places it gently over the table, his son is eagerly expecting him from the other side, is served a leg but suddenly has some trouble eating it with his fork.
Then dad, ever the cool guy (I bet it was the mother, that bitch, whom filed for divorce in the first place, like being five years younger is a good reason!!) grabs another leg with his bare hand hands eats it, and tells the kid to follow suit, which he does, and everybody’s happy, then cut to the brand-name advertisement, and fade to black.
…Rejoice ye deviants and freaks and outsiders everywhere!
Has the corporate world finally embraced divorce in the western hemisphere?
Now me, I’m the son of a happy marriage. When I was a kid I used to think it was the rule, but as grew up I quickly changed my mind and came to realize that no, it’s an exception.
The point is, shit happens.
The point is, really is, just look at that, will ya. Now that’s freedom of speech you can’t buy- There’s a political statement being served with that chicken- That’s another taboo biting the dust.
I would, if I could, live in a perfect world just like that one immortalized in post-war Superman comics, say, it’s 1958 and the world is at peace and Capitalism rules the waves but money, you see, money is still buying you love; a dishwasher bought by the ever-loving husband for the missus back home, the kid doodles with crayons before cartoons on TV, and so on.
It’s not that the world isn’t perfect, coming to think of it. I really think the world is as perfect as mankind’s perfect, only mankind isn’t- As hard as we try there’s always room for improvement and that room has one heck of a slippery ground.
It’s really just a matter of time. You have all your taboos lined up to the wall and Father Time himself is manning the water cannon, gonna be a landslide where all the alleged goodness and decency are standing on the wrong side of the tracks, gonna be like that till every one of your polemics falls down, crash’n’burn.
Advertising catches up with it, public opinion is all for it, people like to take it to the streets because they enjoy having sex with say, corpses or goats or with dead goats themselves, it’s fine with us.
The consumer rules the waves, in fact, Marxism has bitten the dust, “F*ck Communism” and all that, and you see a dead goat-f*cking consumer with a thick wallet, buddy, you’d better start off advertising stuff for that public- It’s all in the pockets, really.
Now don’t look at me like that. The left hand is only good for masturbati*n because it feels like it’s somebody else goin’ at it [hey, it’s not me, it’s the general consensus. Ask anyone.] –I’m still as a right-handed person as they come; I like girls, I think people should have guns, I’m all for the death penalty, I feel most wars & military interventions against sovereign but totalitarian States are indeed easily justifiable- But you gotta put pragmatism before any of your dime-store morals; people wanna be weird? And the wife, that bitch, wants the divorce? Let ‘em. Give it to her.
Heck, just put it all on TV, c’mon… sex sells and that money makes the world go round.
Mass-consumption does, after all, justify pretty much anything. People need jobs more than they need preachers.
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And it’s not just Economics; if a dead goat’s your escape-valve of choice against the 21st-century night sky after work, buddy, you definitely got your p*rn all mixed up if you ask me, but if that’s what makes you happy… and providing the goat’s over 18…
Freedom, yeah, that’s the real bottom-line for everyone.
And you gotta respect that.
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...It’s a practical thing after all; because in the end they’ll be coming for you too. In the end they’ll end up coming for everyone.
Cut to dad’s house, dad (in his mid-30s) has just taken this beautiful chicken with potatoes, steaming hot, from out of the oven. He places it gently over the table, his son is eagerly expecting him from the other side, is served a leg but suddenly has some trouble eating it with his fork.
Then dad, ever the cool guy (I bet it was the mother, that bitch, whom filed for divorce in the first place, like being five years younger is a good reason!!) grabs another leg with his bare hand hands eats it, and tells the kid to follow suit, which he does, and everybody’s happy, then cut to the brand-name advertisement, and fade to black.
…Rejoice ye deviants and freaks and outsiders everywhere!
Has the corporate world finally embraced divorce in the western hemisphere?
Now me, I’m the son of a happy marriage. When I was a kid I used to think it was the rule, but as grew up I quickly changed my mind and came to realize that no, it’s an exception.
The point is, shit happens.
The point is, really is, just look at that, will ya. Now that’s freedom of speech you can’t buy- There’s a political statement being served with that chicken- That’s another taboo biting the dust.
I would, if I could, live in a perfect world just like that one immortalized in post-war Superman comics, say, it’s 1958 and the world is at peace and Capitalism rules the waves but money, you see, money is still buying you love; a dishwasher bought by the ever-loving husband for the missus back home, the kid doodles with crayons before cartoons on TV, and so on.
It’s not that the world isn’t perfect, coming to think of it. I really think the world is as perfect as mankind’s perfect, only mankind isn’t- As hard as we try there’s always room for improvement and that room has one heck of a slippery ground.
It’s really just a matter of time. You have all your taboos lined up to the wall and Father Time himself is manning the water cannon, gonna be a landslide where all the alleged goodness and decency are standing on the wrong side of the tracks, gonna be like that till every one of your polemics falls down, crash’n’burn.
Advertising catches up with it, public opinion is all for it, people like to take it to the streets because they enjoy having sex with say, corpses or goats or with dead goats themselves, it’s fine with us.
The consumer rules the waves, in fact, Marxism has bitten the dust, “F*ck Communism” and all that, and you see a dead goat-f*cking consumer with a thick wallet, buddy, you’d better start off advertising stuff for that public- It’s all in the pockets, really.
Now don’t look at me like that. The left hand is only good for masturbati*n because it feels like it’s somebody else goin’ at it [hey, it’s not me, it’s the general consensus. Ask anyone.] –I’m still as a right-handed person as they come; I like girls, I think people should have guns, I’m all for the death penalty, I feel most wars & military interventions against sovereign but totalitarian States are indeed easily justifiable- But you gotta put pragmatism before any of your dime-store morals; people wanna be weird? And the wife, that bitch, wants the divorce? Let ‘em. Give it to her.
Heck, just put it all on TV, c’mon… sex sells and that money makes the world go round.
Mass-consumption does, after all, justify pretty much anything. People need jobs more than they need preachers.
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And it’s not just Economics; if a dead goat’s your escape-valve of choice against the 21st-century night sky after work, buddy, you definitely got your p*rn all mixed up if you ask me, but if that’s what makes you happy… and providing the goat’s over 18…
Freedom, yeah, that’s the real bottom-line for everyone.
And you gotta respect that.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
...It’s a practical thing after all; because in the end they’ll be coming for you too. In the end they’ll end up coming for everyone.
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