Saturday, July 02, 2005
still more live thoughts
It is as Roger Waters sang back in 1983:
I will limit my comments on seeing Green Day cover "We Are The Champions" to briefly stating I am almost glad that Freddie Mercury was not alive to witness such complete and utter crap. Allowing those cheezy (but attractive and incredibly hip) commentators to invoke his name in referring to the Green Day performance is in my mind tantamount to the worst sort of heresy and treason. Drag those motherfuckers outside, tie them to a stake and light the bastards up.
"Don't give me that do goody good bullshit"
"But wait," I hear you saying softly to yourself while reading this, "my dear Dr Noyz, aren't you being a little harsh? Millions have gathered to make poverty history. Are you such a cold hearted bastard that you don't want to prevent people from dying of poverty?"
Well no.
I am against giant wastes of time and resources in pursuit of feel-good do-nothing crap.
Dying of poverty? What the fuck is that exactly? Some form of cancer? A highly contagious viral infection?
Nobody dies of poverty.
True, people die from illnesses or conditions which could have otherwise been prevented or cured if they had access to resources (every 3 seconds if you believe the catchy statistic I keep seeing in the celebrity laden public service announcements), but I have yet to hear of any coroner or medical professional anywhere listing a cause of death as "poverty".
["Say Bob, whatever happed to Jack?" "Well, when the mill shut down he lost his job. He caught poverty and died."]
Consciousness raising does nothing to actually solve a problem.
You want to make the world a better place? Stop singing about it and get out there and fucking do something. You want to end poverty in Africa? That's fucking great! But let's say first you get away from your big screen television, jump in your gas guzzling car, drive to your town's version of the wrong side of the tracks and do something, anything real to end it where you live.
Right here, right now, make the world a better place, one person at a time. Stop being aware and start taking action.
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When those fucking Viacom bastards interupt The Who to tell me about the original Live Aid. . .
Or commit the greater sin of cutting to a commercial in the fucking middle of Pink Floyd playing "Comfortably Numb" for the first time in twenty some years. . .
They don't want our money, yet, they just want to educate us and raise our awareness. Um, yeah . .
All the constant DVR thwarting interuptions of the bands makes the cynical side of me wonder about the DVD deal.
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Again, this may be the gin talking, but over the course of the past few hours my "awareness" has grown into contempt, revulsion and disgust at the sheer magnitude of this pointless feel-good liberal hippie crap.
But then again, maybe I'm wrong. I hope that I am.
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like the moment when the brakes lockI don't know for sure, my dear reader, but I have little doubt that the gin & Amp combo is a significant contributing factor. Whatever the reason, I just can't stop watching this damned thing.
and you slide towards the big truck
you stretch the frozen moments with your fear
I will limit my comments on seeing Green Day cover "We Are The Champions" to briefly stating I am almost glad that Freddie Mercury was not alive to witness such complete and utter crap. Allowing those cheezy (but attractive and incredibly hip) commentators to invoke his name in referring to the Green Day performance is in my mind tantamount to the worst sort of heresy and treason. Drag those motherfuckers outside, tie them to a stake and light the bastards up.
"Don't give me that do goody good bullshit"
"But wait," I hear you saying softly to yourself while reading this, "my dear Dr Noyz, aren't you being a little harsh? Millions have gathered to make poverty history. Are you such a cold hearted bastard that you don't want to prevent people from dying of poverty?"
Well no.
I am against giant wastes of time and resources in pursuit of feel-good do-nothing crap.
Dying of poverty? What the fuck is that exactly? Some form of cancer? A highly contagious viral infection?
Nobody dies of poverty.
True, people die from illnesses or conditions which could have otherwise been prevented or cured if they had access to resources (every 3 seconds if you believe the catchy statistic I keep seeing in the celebrity laden public service announcements), but I have yet to hear of any coroner or medical professional anywhere listing a cause of death as "poverty".
["Say Bob, whatever happed to Jack?" "Well, when the mill shut down he lost his job. He caught poverty and died."]
Consciousness raising does nothing to actually solve a problem.
You want to make the world a better place? Stop singing about it and get out there and fucking do something. You want to end poverty in Africa? That's fucking great! But let's say first you get away from your big screen television, jump in your gas guzzling car, drive to your town's version of the wrong side of the tracks and do something, anything real to end it where you live.
Right here, right now, make the world a better place, one person at a time. Stop being aware and start taking action.
__________
When those fucking Viacom bastards interupt The Who to tell me about the original Live Aid. . .
Or commit the greater sin of cutting to a commercial in the fucking middle of Pink Floyd playing "Comfortably Numb" for the first time in twenty some years. . .
They don't want our money, yet, they just want to educate us and raise our awareness. Um, yeah . .
All the constant DVR thwarting interuptions of the bands makes the cynical side of me wonder about the DVD deal.
__________
Again, this may be the gin talking, but over the course of the past few hours my "awareness" has grown into contempt, revulsion and disgust at the sheer magnitude of this pointless feel-good liberal hippie crap.
But then again, maybe I'm wrong. I hope that I am.
I'm not saying that the battle is won
But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the war lords
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
- Roger Waters
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