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14-8-02

Help me mum, I've wet my pants

The Sydney Morning Herald's 'Heckler' section is on a bit of an idiocy-streak at the moment. Today's epic is some half-sucked bimbo whimpering about "corporate cultural colonisation" and evil capitalist pigs stealing all our dreams, or something.

The author - Felicity Wade - adopts the Jean Baudrillard technique: vague, meaningless (but very clever-sounding) waffle about creeping, unhuman corporatism crushing the humanity out of us, without ever stating specifically what the hell you are actually talking about, much less why it should matter to anybody. But hey, it sure sounds important.

The challenge is to work with it, around it, whatever. Transgress or settle in - whatever suits. It's so often funny and entertaining in its absurdity.

Er...what?

Felicity recounts a deep psychic trauma brought on by a Land Rover advertisement;

My bravado about the brave new world and our capacity to live outside its surveillance and gaze collapsed into an old-fashioned sense of abandonment. It was a deep desire for the nostalgic idea of money and culture remaining at least a little separate.

Oh, somebody get this bimbo a hanky already. A majority of the population of the world is having a hard time feeding themselves, yet Felicity recoils from the real horror of watching TV advertisements.

The stench of middle-class intellectualism stays the same across the decades. The same pathetic anti-capitalist delusions of privileged airhead 60's french intellectuals are now seen in over-educated arts graduates.

Do these worthless I-want-Derrida's-babies mental furball fucktards ever consider for a moment that they experience a higher standard of living than anyone in human history? And they're still moaning about the all-enveloping horror of their middle-class comforts.

Get some perspective, ya fricken dweebs.
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"The Finest Hour"

I'll say it again: this is as good as historical documentaries get. If you ever get the chance, watch it.
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It's curtains for Saudi Arabia

Lowell Ponte tells us why. Superb.
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