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mind numbing programming notes on the teli-, end of '07 We've been making big news here in St. Louis... ...the internet suicide, the double recovery of kidnapped by a pedaphile... ..."Git 'er done" and lately, a story of a pizza delivery guy shooting back. with Christmas just over, the commercials keep pumping ...and I keep noticing a trend in the behavior patterns of our other dimensional selves. 'We're' getting a little devious. A father complete with untucked shirt under a sweater tells every member of his family, (granted, they barely acknowledge him,) that each of them are his 'number one', handing out the group packaged new cell phones. Mom is ear-plugged to her i-pod on the treadmill, and doesn't break stride taking the phone. junior is flying down the steps toward the door, but stops for a moment, takes the phone. There's a , I can't recall what she was doing, maybe talking on yet another phone... and finally, Dad walks past the throng of Verizon support people, assembled on the driveway...acknowledging finally, that He is his own number one. Then Toyatathon shows us entire families conspiring to destroy their older vehicles, to clear the way for a brand new Toyota... Now...that's Insurance Fraud, right? I mean, they didn't SELL the old car, or give it away... they actively, destroyed it by 'accident' hiding it in the path of a snow plow... shoving a boulder off of a cliff... a bird craps on a man's shoulder who in turn, drinks redbull, and slingshots the offender to the ground and then kicks the carcass while smiling his satisfaction. and none of these have the fearless forwardness of "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" If there is a 'Moral Majority' they may need to restate what those morals are. All of the shows aimed at pre-teens have stage smiles, alligator tears and enough product placement to damage a credit rating before puberty. but they get a chance to be cool... and 'chicks diggit!!!!' and eight year olds now know what chicks dig. anyway, a pizza delivery guy gets sent to a non-existent address, a couple of guys in wait, looking to rob him of his cash... but the driver has a gun, nails one, and the other mugger splits. and just like Bernard Getz's screwdriver, the story vibrates in the collective consciousness. Cops can't get there fast enough, and when they do, the courts leak like a sieve. Often, the one reporting a crime feels more investigated than the criminals that left with your car. Bubbling just below our civility is a desire for revenge, a need to feel something happen. So, when we hear of a pizza driver turn back the tide of darkness by brandishing his warm gun, we silently, vicariously, celebrate. Soft, on our couches, we delight as advertisers paint us in seven deadly sins, yet, we feel the urgent desire for justice over indecencies seen, or perceived. I saw an interesting episode of 'Boston Legal' that made the point in a court case that revenge was personal, and so moral, compared to delegating the killing to others, the penal system, as immoral. It's fiction, but it's food for thought. In the Old West Justice was on the spot. a man had 'big iron' on his hip and surely there was a lot of bad justice. In the New West, Justice has a time delay, and since it is very evident, a three minute crime is very profitable in a ten minute response time. No more beat cops, bars on doors the only 'windows' are digital... Our neighbors are increasingly the dolts and delinquents that we are seeing on t.v. and a handgun seems more and more likely ...while the State gets closer and closer to taking them away. This is a recipe for Anarchy... and anarchy looks much like society in an asylum. The paranoids take over defense ...the schizophrenics as consumers able to process mixed messages the sociopaths as entrepreneurs unencumbered by 'civil' obstructions to profit. ...and the comatose, piled high about the place slowly generating heat, and contributing to the requirement for per diem. Years ago there was a commercial early morning man opens the medicine cabinet reaching for Gillette Right Guard and sees his neighbor instead... a spreading, middle aged man in a t-shirt who greets him with "Hi guy..." and a smile... Morning man ends the commercial with a long low moan for his wife... "Mona...." and here we are... we are becoming paranoid, disconnected from our neighbors frustrated by a lack of justice and immobilized by conflicting moral messages... oh...and the Country economically is a used Edsel... so...keep spending folks flapping those shrinking dollar bill wings while the last piece of land below slips silently under water. Here in St. Louis we're doing our best, making the news, as young bodies pile up, and with our new neon casino... "We'll leave the light on for ya!" GILLETTE RIGHT GUARD DEODORANT: Mona and husband speak about man in room 2-D, through medicine cabinet―this is sequel to original spot―wife of Chuck McCann opens cabinet to speak to Mona and husband  |
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strongly recommending.. the story of stuff... it's actually a website, but you can search engine the above, and it will come through. One of the best animated overviews of Western economy that I've seen. Pay particular attention to "the golden arrow" Shock Doctrine by Naomi Klein and any of her other works. I am particularly drawn to theories that seem familiar to me... Trauma has been a reference point here before... The good news is, that if we knew which way, had a compass, we would all go that way... so knowing is good.
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