art is the whorehouse of the tourist
I wish for one day, the working class of this country would not buy a glossy celeb magazine; a top twenty CD; not buy a ringtone; the no 1 besteller; a lottery ticket... not listen to anything but podcasts or indie radio... not watch anything on TV at all.... not go to a multiplex... not be fooled by an advert...not be conned by a piece of cardboard masquerading as a burger. I wish for one day we could all be Bill Hicks (after he quit smoking, but before he died obviously); there was a man who never gave up his integrity. Then maybe after that one day, we would see that the day before we had been cruelly deceived and we really do not need the shit they are selling us... maybe then the working classes would stop being screwed... just remember that without our backs and strong arms and legs, and without our money, nothing in this world would happen. We indirectly and directly support everything that is manufactured, bought and sold in this world... we should remember that. We should remember that the middle classes are spineless and idealess... it comes with living in a permanent comfort zone, you get so very, fucking lazy.
This may sound like some Marxist rant. It's not, it is an anarchist rant; I'm just very tired of being cheated... join the club people... it's free... in fact I encourage everybody not to spend... I advocate putting any money you were going to spend on the above, and put it in a jar... leave it there.
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