MEDIA WATCH: #FreeBritney – South Park called this in 2008
Watching everyone fall over themselves to virtue signal now when South Park, a satire the woke detest, was there first 13 years ago is amusing.
Watching everyone fall over themselves to virtue signal now when South Park, a satire the woke detest, was there first 13 years ago is amusing.
Beyond the human damage and economic implosion this is going to cost until a vaccination is actually produced, the philosophical and political criticisms to free market globalisation which has given crumbs and suicide nets to many while amassing enormous wealth for a Transnational few will start sounding louder as the pandemic deepens…
…we should be ashamed a Casino banned a philosopher from speaking because free speech is now defined by the Invisible Council of Enlightened Outrage!
French existential philosopher once said, Hell is other people’. I’d suggest, ‘Hell is other people’s social media feed”.
My apologies for not commenting much at the moment. I’m working on two big projects that are gobbling my time . One is the Trade Secrets doco which has become such a multi-headed monster and another I can’t talk about for a few months.
I think it really says something about our total terror of ageing & being old in a selfie narcissist youth worshipping culture that we get a social media tsunami of genuinely frightened FaceApp portraits grieving at their own self demise.
RUBBISH AND CHURCHES. Grandeur and decay. Italy is an old place – and it shows. Rome, a world city, is full of skips and wheelie-bins overflowing with uncollected trash. Romans pass by these eyesores without so much as a second glance. It’s not desirable, they seem to say, but it’s the best we can do. Refuse collection, like so much else in Italy, is a racket. Somebody is making a lot of money out of Rome’s rubbish – but far too few people are being paid to collect it. And so, as is customary in the Eternal City, things pile up.
BACK IN THE DAYS when I boasted much more hair and carried far fewer kilos, I was right into (as we said back then) writing songs. One of those songs, The Other Side of Town, opened like this:
Well, the street has been my teacher
And poverty my nurse
Oh dear, how my family and friends chortled. “You wouldn’t know how to live out on the street if your life depended on it!”, snorted one.
…the hyper response to attractive young white females, whether they be victim or criminal, seems terribly disproportionate either way and invasively unhealthy.
The brutal and illegal Israeli occupation of Palestine should be denounced every possible chance we are given, and in a NZ music scene devoid of politics and focused on the vapid, Upper Hutt Posse reminded us, as Lorde did, that music can be far more powerful when its critical.