Big Brother is Klatching You
OK so I changed my myspace profile pic to a picture of Rupert Murdoch. Not three hours later, I had been awarded the ‘Hey, Good Looking’ badge (liked by Snooki, Snuffy, and 39,085 other people) and been sent the accompanying message, ‘Nice profile pic, you.‘
I have no choice but to quote the beautiful Karl Marx. Marx sometimes writes things so hurtfully, dangerously true that they make you understand why intellectuals are beaten and imprisoned in countries that are ruled by dictators. Luckily we don’t have that here (dictators) - we have Rupert Murdoch instead, who creates for us a daily mass of reading material so diverse that it really allows us believe that we think freely without meaning to.
I am bad, dishonest, unscrupulous, stupid; but money is honored, and therefore so is its possessor. Money is the supreme good, therefore its possessor is good. Money, besides, saves me the trouble of being dishonest: I am therefore presumed honest. I am -stupid-, but money is the -real mind- of all things and how then should its possessor be stupid? Besides, he can buy talented people for himself, and is he who has power over the talented not more talented than the talented? Do not I, who thanks to money am capable of -all- that the human heart longs for, possess all human capacities? Does not my money therefore transform all my incapacities into their contrary? Karl Marx
p.s. lights, camera, action