Check out the vid above, dear worst-reader. Get a’load of how the spineless albeit well-dressed (surely #MAGA morons) exchanged this & that about the fail-upwards life they’ve been living–and forcing the rest of us to live–but/and have never been able to recognise/comprehend? You know, comprehend as a life choice? Alone how the interviewee is complaining about his rent not being paid… LMAO!
Don’t know about you but this might just be one of the better examples out there of how weak-minded pawn-capitalists1 show they’re really nothing but über-wankers unwilling to accept the result of the seeds they’ve sewn. I mean. Why the fcuk should the bottom pay rent to the top in times of a pandemic that has shut down the so-called economy because, literally, said pandemic was caused by globalised greed-mongering the likes of which humanity, in all its moronic-genius glory, has never seen.
Obviously I hear something else when I listen to these $hitbags spew their brain-vomit about business business business–and, in this particular situation, only talk about being paid rent. For. Don’t you know. What’s the difference between rent and rentier? Why not call it what it also is: paying (your) feudal lords? How about just going down your street and yelling/singing bring out your dead? I mean. Anywho. As long as you talk about big numbers of dollars here & there, and thereby project yourself to being among the wealthy and privileged, all must be well in Oz, eh? And we all know who Oz is. Or? But before I get on about the social and political meaning (literary trickery) of L. Frank Baum’s The Wizard Of Oz.
Say. Get this, dear worst-reader. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed–on account you may or may not be bleeding from your lungs with COVID-19 right now–but the dollars these $hitbags are talking about do not exist and, probably, those same dollars have never existed, especially when considering the age the men in the video. With that in worst-mind, it all irrevocably makes me cringe. Their speech-vomit is so vile, so decadent, especially considering the innate conflicts and contradictions in all that the interviewee says, it took me three hours to get to the end of this seven minute video. Indeed. So many times did I have to pause it, stop it, take a bike ride, drink some Grauburgunder, etc. Heck, I almost hacked down a tree near the Rhine River with my pinky-finger because I couldn’t get all this blatant banality and ignorance that I sometimes have to watch on the #Interwebnets out of my head. And to add high-test gas to the eternal flames of my fail-upwardness that is burning in the combustion chamber of my worst-mind, guys like the ones in the video (above) are–obviously–winners. Winners are indeed pariah manifest, eh, dear worst-reader? I mean, is there a better example of capitalism run amok? (Of course there is.) Yet. And get this. The capitalist pig, fail-upward interviewee, early in the video, pretty much sounds like a Marxist as he demands rent payment from those who, crisis or no crisis, don’t sound like they’re paying. Wow. Giggle. Giggle.
And so. Here’s something from a totally different perspective but, perhaps, for some, is somewhat relatable. In the movie [Network](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Network_(1976_film), Ned Beatty gives this wonderful speech that pretty much sums up where we’re at in these times of greed-galore and where the cup may or may not spillith over with its long-since diseased froth as we laugh and dance through the virtual shopping malls of our minds just before dropping dead with coughs of lucid blood spurting from our COVID-19 lungs. But enough about worst-moi.
Scene from the Movie Network: Arthur Jensen (Ned Beatty), a CEO-type, leads Mr. Beal (Peter Finch), a TV newscaster, into a boardroom claiming that he wants to sell him something.
Arthur Jensen: You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won’t have it! Is that clear?! Do you think you’ve merely stopped a business deal? That is not the case. The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multi-variate, multi-national dominion of dollars. Petrol-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and sub-atomic and galactic structure of things today! And you have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and you will atone!
Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT and AT&T and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state – Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable by-laws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that perfect world in which there’s no war or famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock, all necessities provided, all anxieties tranquillised, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.
Mr. Beale: Why me?
Arthur Jensen: Because you’re on television, dummy. Sixty million people2 watch you every night of the week, Monday through Friday.
Beale: I have seen the face of God.
Arthur Jensen: You just might be right, Mr. Beale.
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Good luck suckers–collecting your rent.
Rant on.
-T
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