So I’m watching a lot of john stewart and battlestar gallactica these days. It aint high theory—which I am trained in like a peforming chimp—but I’ll be god damned if low art is taking high art to the car wash.
John stewart is almost exclusively the only place I can turn to for serious social criticism, definitely on a par with Swift, and to remind ourselves, the John Stewart show is a COMEDY FAKE NEWS PROGRAM. Honestly it makes the nightly news look like cartoon progoganda or a pimp mobile.
And last night I’m watching battlestar gallactica—yeah so what—and low and behold I find some low art with more balls than what is masquerading as high art these days (self indulgent jack-off fest). Here’s a quick summary of the “plot”:
pile of lost earthlings whose planet was destroyed being chased by evil SILON machine folk finds a habitable planet, immediately colonizes, starts living the life they thought they’d never have again.
Evil SILONS find them and attack, conquer and enslave humans on the planet.
Humans form underground resistance groups to fight the oppressors.
Humans trying to resist get tortured and executed.
Humans get labled “insurgents,” “terrorists,” and “suicide bombers” by the SILONS in power, who have, by the way, seduced a small number of humans (house negroes) to work for them against their own people.
Stop me when this sounds familiar.
At first I was thinking, man, it’s a sad fucking day when I have to turn to the television and low art forms for a critical discussion of current affairs.
And then I decided that maybe something else is going on. That maybe the technology that used to control us, though still in the hands of the ruling class, is also in the hands of the chimps, as we gain more and more access to media in America.
Fellow chimps unite. You don’t need to know Marx to get your game on. You just need to find the sleeper cells embedded in the “idiot box.” But don’t tell anyone. Let’s keep them thinking the tired out old liberal slogan: “kill your tv.” Stay low to the ground and smile at enironmentalists. Honk your horn at the lonely bastards on the street holding up hand-painted anti-bush signs. Oh and wear your “the revolution will not be televised” t-shirts—that’ll really throw em off.
And if you have any monkey poo, fling it now.
lidia
