I only caught part of Frontline last night. The part I saw, about who
may or may not be part of the Machine reminded me of:
1) Have A Cigar. (Which one's Pink? Send your answer to ...)
2) 12 Monkeys, speaking of loony bins. (Brad Pitt in the role he was
born to play as) Jeffrey explaining to (Bruce Willis as) Cole about how
A telephone call? That's communication
with the outside world! Doctor's
discretion. Hey, if alla these nuts
could just make phone calls, it could
spread. Insanity oozing through telephone
cables, oozing into the ears of all those
poor sane people, infecting them! Whackos
everywhere! A plague of madness.
In fact, very few of us here are actually
mentally ill. I'm not saying *you're*
not mentally ill, for all I know you're
crazy as a loon. But that's not *why*
you're here. Why you're here is because
of the *system*, because of the economy.
There's the TV. It's all right there.
Commercials. We are not productive
anymore, they don't need us to make
things anymore, it's all automated. What
are we *for* then? We're *consumers*. Okay,
buy a lot of stuff, you're a good citizen.
But if you *don't* buy a lot of stuff, you
know what? You're *mentally ill!* That's
a *fact!* If you don't *buy* things...toilet
paper, new cars, computerized blenders,
electrically operated sexual devices...
SCREWDRIVERS WITH MINIATURE BUILT-IN
RADAR DEVICES, STEREO SYSTEMS WITH
BRAIN IMPLANTED HEADPHONES, VOICE-
ACTIVATED COMPUTERS, AND...
Seriously, more and more people are
being defined now as mentally ill. Why?
Because they're not consuming *on their
own*. But as *patients*, they *become*
consumers of mental health care. And
this gives the so-called *sane* people *work*!
WHOOO! SHOCK THERAPY! GROUP THERAPY!
HALLUCINATIONS! THERAPEUTIC DRUGS!
IGGIDY DIGGIDY DIG! PERFECT! THE
SYSTEM IN HARMONY LIKE A BIG MACHINE...
So, only Insane Clown Posse is comin' real with it? Yow.
Wish I were here.
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