The only thing was that it was on Channel 4’s streaming service which shows adverts as if you’re watching terrestrial or paid-for TV as usual – something I’ve not partaken in since my teen years living with my Mammy. That morning’s film was The Greasy Strangler.
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Whilst waking up routinely early during this lockdown, I sometimes watch a film with breakfast that’ll still finish by 9.30am, so that I can feel a semblance of routine (a semblance is all I want), in that I can decide whether to read in the sun (in Britain, good chap?), write a pointless university essay, an author website, a novel pitch, an essay full of violent expression, game, light up a J or get on Youtube for a home workout or see what skate parts have been uploaded in the last ten hours. Bet you didn’t expect me to be such a naïve idealist though?Ī fight scene so bloody that the MPAA demanded monochrome, and damn it, Tarantino obliged resplendently.Īdvertising is the lexicon of capitalism.
I’ve practiced, taught and watched enough Kung-Fu to tear out all of their acidic weapons (what’s a tyrant without a tongue?) in a flutter of manga-esque quick cuts and gushes of Tarantino-pastiche blood, from the montage of suiting up in PPE, to the pinch and pull of that most worked muscle of these frumpy fucks, ending with me wiping my ass with a tongue more full of shit than my actual small intestine. Now, you can wax on my person – and the You is also an open invitation to any of the named bullies above to put a hit on me and come a-knocking themselves. But for those of us who do – and I’m not talking left vs right now because I’ve travelled far from that fickle tug-of-war – acknowledge the innate and systemic problems of not just the players but the game, then shit, let’s utilise our engrained pragmatism to create a praxis of pariahs that topple the plutocracy. You can lead a twat to water, but if he doesn’t drink then there’s always drowning.
Those who still don’t see it, well fuck them. G Tyrant – Resident Evil – “Guess Where the G Spot is?” But dead or not, the fallacy of Johnson, Trump, Duterte, Putin, Modi, Morrison, Bolsonaro (and wouldn’t you know the cast list for this populist play stretches on and on), of each of these vapid, morose morons is gleaming for all to see.
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Cleaning house will never have been so personally rewarding, so pragmatic toward not just a pay cheque but a down payment on a future where we are all in debt, meaning we’re all free to find holistic happiness away from a system that etches our worth into our ‘education’, unifies the dreams of the majority in the national lottery, or a decent claim from a broken leg on cracked pavement. But rather than sweep the viscera beneath the carpet, we have a chance to decorate the halls of humanity as we see fit going forward. To see the innards of insular thinking and anti-immigration rhetoric bleed over the floor that we, the working-class will undoubtedly mop up. Now is the time to slay the titan of all industries that allows pampered, rich man-children who never had to learn wthat ‘no’ means to govern the poverty-stricken they’ve manipulated with promises of patriotism. Donald Trump and Boris Johnson Grafitti in Bristol, UKĪs frightening, deathly and grief-inducing as this pandemic is, I believe it could be the dangerous path we must tread toward tectonic change in a world where fascism festers as the cataclysm of capitalism has shown its weak spots like a videogame boss with a glowing boil revealed in a routine of hack, gash and resplendently splash in the making-it-rain of green dollar bills. For this heinous cunt to have died under the NHS’ care that he and his have tried to undermine and privatize throughout these austerity-stricken years, from a virus he largely ignored as it didn’t run with his pro- Brexit shenanigans, as the how-the-fuck-did-that-happen Prime Minister of such a pompous, privileged and growingly poor (economically, morally, mentally) country, would have been real neat.
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Not only would the levels of poetic justice have been orgasmic to those of us who see this bigoted, racist, pathological, quasi-buffoon pieced together by the skin from microwaved skimmed milk, ropes of silver-specked, Eton-based semen, and the black hearts of white slavers – who appropriated shamanic rituals by imperial rule to create such a Great White beast – for what he is, but it could have been the example of the indiscriminatory equalizer that is COVID-19. Before you wax righteousness and morality against my person, hear me out. Part One: Ascetic Advertisements, Bored Billboards and Cunty Capitalistsīoris Johnson didn’t die of the coronavirus, and that makes me sad.
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