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Whacking Permalink Archive 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.
Er...what? Felicity recounts a deep psychic trauma brought on by a Land Rover advertisement;
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. I'll say
it again: this is as good as historical documentaries get. If you ever
get the chance, watch it. It's curtains for Saudi Arabia Lowell Ponte
tells
us why. Superb.
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