2 Sep 2007

Security of the 1st world

... In the 100 years or so that movies have existed, there always seems to be one magical movie for each generation. Many can argue (and do) over which particular film holds that magic for most... for Bp it was E.T. It was released in 1982 by a jewish man from Cincinnati, Ohio... it was the tale of a young boy and his small family as they met an alien being. The magic and emotions of the film swept Bp away. When the alien was mistreated by government scientists, Bp wept openly. When the boy and the alien eclipsed the moon over treetops on a bicycle his(her?) heart soared with them. The visceral magic of the Disney world (where Bambi's mother was struck down, seven dwarves helped a princess, dragons were slain and a mouse became a wizard) was brought, for the first time in Bp's life, to the big screen in live action. When the alien's heart pumped Bp could actually see the pulsing glow through it's flesh. This was no cartoon, this was For Real.
From a marketing standpoint this was a groundbreaking film as well. Reese's Pieces were used as a prop in a crucial point of the plot... the candy was how the boy made friends with the alien. Bp remembered walking to the family station wagon after the film had ended... his fathered wondered why the boy had not used M&M's, his favorite. Spielberg was a professional filmaker... that meaning he made films as a source of income. The use of overt product placement in a pivotal moment of the film was a stroke of business genius. Surely M&M Mars regretted declining his original offer to place their candy in the film.
The true tragedy of this stroke of business savvy is that the ability to make extra money from the story ended up destroying so much of the magic Potential of the story for young and pure minds. When Bambi's mother was killed by a hunter we didn't know he was using a Marlin rifle or Columbia hunting vest or that he smoked Marlboro cigarrettes while sipping a Budweiser. By leaving those elements out of the story, Bambi's mother was Our mother and Bambi's loss was Our loss. By leaving a trail of Reese's Pieces Bp could only imagine he was in the film if he had Reese's Pieces.
The magic of that scene is that the alien loves chocolate (and as the result of a business deal... a mixture of chocolate and peanuts). There is so much dream potential based in our love of chocolate collectively, as an entire species. But for the allmighty dollar, this was deflected into a brand and a candy, a patented mixture of artificial bullshit and diluted natural ingredients .

~ There is no equation that can determine at what point advertising turned into propaganda. Unless it always was. Likewise, the infinity of uses for statistics renders them usefully reliable only as propaganda as well.

and then

Rise of the Beasts

So once the electical infrastructure is destroyed by the animals they make it known to the freedom fighters that limited media electonics will be permitted for one year.

Hackers liberate the internet, which only functions on the satellite level.

The government has about 50% network effectiveness still, because Comcast and Verizon handed them the controls to their fiber optics.

The government uses "its" internet to consolidate troop positions and orders.. .to help decide who needs to be killed.
To defend their right to do whatever the fuck they want...

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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