Funky Friday

As the televised scenes of NATO brutality mark yet another whiteness invasion under the guise of democracy we are told it is a revolution.

Arm chair experts muscled by CNN analysis pontificate inside a vacuum of distance.

"My life is better because Saddam is in hell and Obama wages war for peace ... "

In front of the idiot box there are tens of millions upon millions of living dead who need packaged motions to know how to think and how to feel.

The capitalized and invisible offer their "manufactured consent" as they live to meet markers that say "you have arrived, you are the departed" so fill your empty existence with thoughts of a big fast car and a cell phone with cropped pictures of your life you did not take.

With twitters and texts and digital manipulations the new unthinking philosophical mantra is: I consume therefore I exist.

Buy into another set of emotions.  Sell your awareness.  Buy your sameness.  Sell your freedom.  

Don't worry though, you are capitalized, sophisticated, connected, and oh so irrelevant.  

Gill Scott-Heron (1949-2011)

The revolution that Gil Scott-Heron dreamed does not exist because it is not packaged for this reality.

A reality that cares less about the waste of life in the sands of deserts flung far away enough not to really matter or to interfere with keeping up to speed with what the Kardashians are doing with their vaginas.

It is all for profit this non-existence.

For the revolution to be televised it will have to be brought to you by Xerox, Coke, Pepsi, Nike, Samsung, BlackBerry, BMW, GM ...

But don't worry.  It won't be on E! or anywhere else.  There can be no real revolution inside of capitalized spaces.

 

"... The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live ..."

Onward!

Ps. "The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal (and) the revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner ..."

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