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- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard

Monday, February 24, 2003

Hello again fellow entropy fans. One again I come bearing a positive message for these dark times. Yes with terrorism a mounting danger and our brain-defective leader openly welcoming the end of the world in a hail of nuclear gunfire, it’s nice to see that our responsible news media is concentrating on the most important story of the day. That’s right, the entire US media is right where it should be: in Michael Jackson’s pants.

If anyone ever needed proof that the government uses the media in this country to keep the citizenry stupid and apathetic toward ruling class fucking them in the ass on a daily basis, this is it. I don’t give a fuck what Michael Jackson does, why he does it, or whom he does it to. But since I was simply forced to get on the subject he’s gonna get it too.

Yes, Michael Jackson is fucked in the head. Yes, he has some Peter Pan fetish. Yes, he’s had enough plastic surgery to make Cher say DAMN (If you look closely you’ll see that Jackson is altering his face to look like Peter Pan. Try it. Put Jackson’s face next to that of the Disney Peter Pan. Creepy isn’t it?). And when it comes right down to it, yes, it seems like he might like to diddle the penies of little boys, and you know what? I couldn’t care less. Let him do what he wants. Let him try to hide whatever scarred his psyche with the rewards of hedonistic wealth like society tells us we all should. Let him have what small comfort he can find in all that. And if some money grubbing parents want to whore their children out to him, then fine, let them. They’re driven by motives far less noble. It’s not like Mike is trying to lure kids into a van by the playground. He’s sought out. Jackson is a sick man trying to deal with himself any way he can. The parents of those children are the criminals.

Is this what the American dream has become? Sadly, yes. When our country was new, hard work and good ideas would make you successful, even rich. Those who were rich and successful were so because they were smart and worked hard. They were, for the most part, respectable people. This created the idea that money equalled respect. The respected people had money, ergo, the more money you had, the more respect you had. And how do you get more money than everyone else? But doing disrespectful things. It is now widely held that the ends justify the means.

Don’t get me wrong, I think capitalism has great merit. The beauty of it being that it takes into account the natural greed born into our species. There’s no way around it, greed is hard wired into us. No one is immune, we all find ways to justify our greed. To quote Michael Douglas: “Greed is good”. At least, it is when it drives us on to better ourselves, but somewhere along the line, the drive to better the human condition was supplanted by the idea that to stay rich you have to keep everyone else down. Those in power can’t take solace in success. They have to find ways to be ever richer, trying to fill that hole in their soul with money if nothing else. The more money you have, the better a person you are. It cures all ills and kills all pain.

Standing on the mountaintop with all their gold like fairy-tale giants snarling at each other, each grabbing what the others drop, leaving us mice to snatch what crumbs come loose. And all the while we’re distraced by a cheap puppet show of celebrity documentaries and even bigger whores eating horse rectums for just the CHANCE at more cash than they need. Money hasn’t helped Jackson much. Maybe it will help those who are willing to endanger their children for it.


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