5 Mar 2010

An Open Letter to a Hollow List of Addresses

You can call me whatever names you like: “communist nostalgic”, old (-fashioned?), stubborn, difficult… I’ll leave the rest blank so you may fill-in the dots… with your false American accents: Get a life, maaeen! You can pretend you've never seen this post either, but then, hey, it doesn't really matter after all...

I’ve been meaning to say this for a very-very long time: I’ve had enough of all the cool & trendy fashion victims, the readers’ digest “educated” generations, the marketing or management newspeakers (sic!) the new-age play-station dimwit geeks, applauding the killing, done for real by their NATO bros – those brave peeping tom "fighters", sending the “drones of peace” to nuke the neoliberal corporatist globalization's collateral victims!...

I’m sick to my teeth pretending that I enjoy answering that utterly stupid Egg-on-Your-Face Book question: “What’s on your mind?” just to amuse a non-discerning, autistic and virtual community… I’m equally sick and tired of all the trainers’ reinvention of the wheel! I’m also sick of the religious zealots everywhere!

I can’t stand your serial soap-operas and this corporate entertainment where only the rich guys are winning – from football to Formula 1 and from Hollywood to the chorus of the media corporations – 'tis but the same old shit, repeating over and over again!

I’m fed up pretending that I’m like you, that I believe my own lies and that I’m no threat to anyone… that I admire your Machiavellianism, your chameleonic stances, your double standards, your cakes – both in your hang-ten hands and deep inside your bloated bellies… that I revere your guts for owning the printing presses of endless credit, for having so-so much “new money” and little else in terms of sense or decency…

I’m sick of the euphemisms describing the “upper-middle class”… my arse! Mere parvenus, dressed as transition winners, driving their 4X4 tractors with impunity – unable to pretend the slightest care, at least for the environment if not its traffic partners – showing off their newly acquired bimbos – one size fits all dyed blonde, short skirt and strident make-up – while flaunting their ill-acquired riches…

Just like the ever-growing gap separating this selfish, tiny minority from the rest of the world, isn’t it time to make it feel uncomfortable outside their bodyguard-protected green zones? Scared of not getting their flashy cars keyed? Scared of the wheel of history being turned back eventually? Scared of not being role-models any more? Scared that someone somewhere will tell the world:

This Emperor is naked!

7 comments:

chicago master of marketing management said...

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Giordano Bruno... the 2nd said...

Mu-a-ha-ha-ha! Excellent stuff! I'm utterly thrilled! Ty.

Giordano Bruno... the 2nd said...

It only goes to show that I did strike some sort of chord, after all...

Anonymous said...

This is honest and I like it. It's funny how one's prose style improves and comtrivances disappear when one really means/feels something.

I understand and sympathise, but really there's no need to aspire to be like these pigs.

Anonymous said...

Here, Here! Excellent! You should try to get this published where it will reach a broader audience. These things need to be said, and from where they can be heard! And I'm not talking from the top of a mountain.

Giordano Bruno... the 2nd said...

You're very kind, dear Sir, and I thank you again for your comment. Wish I could find someone in the mainstream media who would dare entertain such "dangerous" thoughts.

Anonymous said...

foarte tare!!