Friday, January 13, 2006

Some retired loser

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 starts a blog in his living room with the hope of being noticed, getting some attention. Several times a day he copies and pastes articles, constantly refreshes CNN.com or Newsmax in the hopes of being able to post something relevant. He comments on on every like-minded site he can find. He wants people to know him, to call him by name, he wants to be in a clicque, a celebrity no matter how minor. Hollywood sells ideas, it sells dreams, and part of that is the supposed "glamor" of the actors. The people they want in their audiences are the people who swoon over Orlando Bloom or Viggo Mortensen, or the ones who are dumb enough to envy them. The people with minds and souls so empty that they will spend money to join fanclubs or buy t-shirts or spend hours writing praises on a Blog. They want the idol-worshipper, the soulless rube. The fool and his money are soon parted and it's the job of everyone who is not a fool to part them from their money. Everybody wants to feel part of something big, close to power, a player.

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Love is a Crock

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Love is a Crock

The "love" that Hollywood has taught Americans to believe with movies like Ghost, and now, Tristan and Isolde is like Santa Claus, you only believe in it because you are too dumb to know better. It's a myth. One of those bread-and-circuses things to sedate the populace. There are no soulmates, and nobody is "the one" for anybody else, but it sells tickets and it sells books and Valentine's Day cards and compilation CDs. It gets people married and makes money for divorce lawyers. The idea of "love" is big money. It's a psychological comfort too. It gives hope in something that can come at any time. But it doesn't exist. It's just another crutch. Whatever people say in divorce court, their brains clouded by bitter hindsight, they pretty much all believed they had it at one point, they thought they had found the real thing. We get conditioned from the womb to need companionship, to need other people around us, but nobody else can ever make you happy, you know why? They are too busy focusing on making themselves happy.

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