What is it that we really want, is it more "things", the latest version of those "things", does happiness come when you're a "celebrity" or when you're in the presence of a "celebrity"? Is our aim in life to mirror those "celebrities", are we better people if we can get our hands on the "best" trainers, phone, flat screen TV etc? You would come to that conclusion if you in any way follow the mainstream media, (that babbling brook of bullshit) Everything that is pumped out as "desirable" has nothing to do with our relationships with one and other, it is the opposite it is a process of isolation, locking into the "me" "I" syndrome, but it does help the corporate world to create more wealth and power for the few, that little army of pampered parasites that do their damnedest to control and shape our lives for their own ends.
The corporate world's life blood is consumerism and consumerism on an ever increasing scale, hence the endless propaganda that pretty little boxes with coloured ribbons will deliver happiness, and those with the most pretty little boxes are the "celebrities" we have to try and mimic. None of which, in reality, has anything to do with you and I. Our life is more about finding a job, (selling yourself) trying to feed ourselves, hoping to keep warm this winter, struggling to keep a roof over our head. This tells us that there are two worlds, the illusionary world sold to us by the mouthpiece of state and corporatism, and the real world you and I inhabit. Isn't time we abandoned the illusionary world and concentrate on the world we live in and take control of the resources to sort that one out, and let the juggernaut of consumerism crash into the barrier of oblivion?
This world is a canvas of cynicism, separation, aesthetics, and stupidity, held together by forms of existence which destroy us: the necessity of selling ourselves to our workplace and to each other, the pathetic desire for recognition; the infantile inability to do anything, even feed ourselves, without a supermarket; the isolation of a life that moves from cubicle, to bar, to apartment, and back again. Those of us who didn’t fit into this arrangement, we consider it an individual problem, our problem and spend much of our lives trying to solve it with Zoloft, Xanex, hobbies, careers, heroin, alcohol, therapy, the gym, a computer screen, or a hookup. Best case scenario, we get a little Jeff Johnson action, POP POP. In reality, the stupid isolation and cynicism of this world is not “our problem” – rather, it is the very way we are governed, and all the medications, hobbies, clothes, and styles that we try are all just apparatuses that seek to prevent, at any cost, this world’s collapse.Read the full article HERE:
Everything at your fingertips, carefree, without lifting a finger, worry-free, hands-off, hassle-free, peace of mind, rest-assured… one only has to string together some of the guidelines of 20th century consumer satisfaction to understand the sedative aspects of our private lives that are held out as a promise (the one thing we can strive for) in the face of the enormous efforts required to sustain oneself, earn enough money, enjoy a social life, receive physical and mental care…
