Next week I’m going to get this thing rolling as I have a lot of built up blogging to do. I’ve been so absorbed in my other projects I just haven’t had the energy to put anything up of quality and consistency here. This is a good thing though, as I will start to post much of what I’ve been working on and studying lately, hence hopefully diving into some interesting intellectual territory.
Yes, in this final post for Mickey D’s Masters of marketing I present the esoteric secret we’ve been building up to. Ronald McDonald is a pedophile Satan worshiper (of course what clown isn’t) and the meat in in the hamburgers are actually ground up school children they’ve been importing from the Balkans and other former Soviet states. Ronald inspects each child (and quite thoroughly if you know what I mean) for grade A quality.
And you thought the meat was just tainted with feces spilled from the cattle’s intestines. Shame on you.
I’m now embarking on a project to watch and re-watch all of Godard’s movies in sequential order and I’ll periodically sync a blog post with it. I will also do this with other directors along the lines of Tarkovsky, Herzog, Bergman, Cassavates and other lesser known essentials.
This film was one of his earliest, and after having incredible success both creatively, critically and financially with his first feature Breathless, Godard embarked on a post modern and self referential comedy. Here he begins to develop techniques that he will only get more radical with by the time the 60’s are wrapping up. Oh, and then there is Miss Anna Karina, the dutch beauty who is one of the most talented and interesting actresses to ever grace the screen. This is the only clip I could find with English subtitles.
The three most influential filmmakers of all time were Orson Welles, Alfred Hitchcock and Jean Luc-Godard.
Welles was the first one to finally instill in film the qualities we had previously taken for granted in literature, at least to its most superlative, and to the creation of the paradigm that we know today. Through Citizen Kane he was able to finally instill the language of film with right amount of poetry in which to dissect the fragile and tragic nature of humanity poignantly. Much like Shakespeare did with drama.
So I’m sifting through for what seems like hours in “W” magazine to see the photo shoot of Natalie Portman and Scarlet Johanssen. The ads are swallowing my brain, as is to be expected with such magazine which seems to be half dedicated to keeping Kate Moss’s coke addiction economically feasable, but I figure it’s worth it to see a spread where the two revered starlets of our day, with actual talent, are shown in such a “fierce” context. I know, I’m soft and decadent about such things unlike Babelosopher, who thinks vagina’s are akin to man eating plants. I even just used adjective “fierce” like douche who has watched to much Tyra. (It’s fun though, don’t knock it until you try it.)
When I finally find the spread, I suddenly felt raped, as there was a total of only three photos, one together, two separate, and very uninspiring. How do these New York Fashion wanks get away with fundamentally selling a magazine full of ads and no content? But there are other economic questions abound peeking my curiosity much like my previous inquiry on the cough syrup market. For example, what percentage of profit made from “The Other Bolyen Girl” will be due to men showing up to the theater for a good wank? My guess is substantial. For a few minutes later I saw a man who smelled like he pissed himself two days previous buy the same magazine. So, if you go see the movie watch out for flying jizz and cover your popcorn bucket.
If this doesn’t freak you out, then you need to suck down more happy meals and then dress up as Ronald McDonald during your next epic bout of role-play kinky sex.
Let this video be a lesson. Our youth are struggling in the ever becoming emptiness of the world. For them, the humanity has been abandoned in life and hope is being smothered. Let us cast a prayer in their name, so that they can wake up tomorrow for something to live for. Amen.
Here’s an article from the Guardian UK regarding a leaked Pentagon report that warns of dire consequences regarding global warming. The Pentagon itself is saying it’s a national security risk. Yes, the holy words of “National Security Risk.” Now, if you’re still the type that listens to right wing talk radio, and as a consequence of such a personality defect you don’t beleive in global warming–fine–but at least attempt to grasp the fact that the Bush administration has cherry picked their scientific reports and appointed political hacks in key scientific positions. So, always question their motives and the motives of media outlets that would defend such an administration. Of course, I will be the first to admit saying such things is a bit redundant at this point.
One of the major news stories circulating is that Castro has finally resigned power. Which, unless you believe the conspiracy theories that he died and the Cuban government just covered it up to avoid a power vacuum, it would mean he had a rare stint as a dictator whom actually stepped down by his own accord. Not that handing off power to your brother in authoritarian nepotism is honorable, but you can’t say he wasn’t a wily bastard who managed to dodge being crushed by the American machine unlike most other Latin American socialist leaders.
When I heard the news I was reminded that Oliver Stone actually made a documentary called Comandante in which he went down to Cuba and filmed his conversations with Castro. Bold move, for if such a project would have gotten more publicity Stone might have upped his traitor status to “Red Alert Jane Fonda Dirty Whore.” Certainly, if Stone hung out in Miami he might catch a major ass stomping. Either way, no matter what you think of Stone or Castro, such a documentary does question consensus reality. And questioning consensus reality always makes for a kick ass time with beer and pretzels.
Apparently the board games Monopoly and Life have teamed up with Visa. While this may seem like a dangerous precedent and people may be concerned with what this is going to teach the children, I can’t help but wonder if some executive’s head will roll at Mastercard for losing out on both board games. Thumbs up their asses.
“I’m curious about one thing. Rupurt Murdoch’s role. The two studio guys who finally blinked and came to the table were Bob Iger of Disney and Peter Chernin of Fox, the latter owned by News Corps, the Dirty Digger himself. Chernin’s sudden return to the bargaining table had to have Emperor Murdoch’s permission. Yet Murdoch is known for his venomous anti union history - I was at Wapping outside London where he broke the printers’ strike - but also his second-thought sense of profit and loss realism. Somebody in the conglomerates’ boardrooms must have finally registered just how solid we were and are, and told their henchmen, “End it.”
