Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Inner-space part 8- Advertising: The Reckoning!

The original.


Here's how it's supposed to work.

You're a company, or a private person, who has a product or service you want the public to know about in order to increase sales.
So, you put out a little message letting said public know about said product or service.

A flyer, a TV spot, a radio ad, etc.

"Drink soda, it's good".

That'd be the ads in my world.

Most of 'em these days are as harmless as that.

Easy enough to tune out.

But, then there's the insidious shit.

Anything involving pills has been pretty creepy lately.

Anything to do with sex has been pretty blatant in playing on people's insecurities.
And in a very nasty playground/locker-room kind of way too.

Combine sex and pills, and forget about it.

And it's not by accident, as I showed in the original advertising rant, these companies employ social psychologists to find the mental soft spots to poke at.

It's not enough that they tell you what they've got, they want to mind-fuck you into wanting it.

Now, you and I don't fall for this shit.
Probably no one you know either.

But someone out there is buying this shit, or they couldn't afford the next commercial, and the next, and the next.

So, that I've had to suffer the "Extenz",and "Enzyte", ads for the past decade, despite that studies have shown (never mind just plain common sense) that the shit doesn't do anything, is a pretty clear indicator that there are just enough fucking morons out there to fuck things up.

But, we knew that.
Anyone who pays attention to elections knows that.

We vote with our dollars.
We've been made to forget that somehow.

Here's a controversial statement that shouldn't be controversial.

Corporations that can't or won't serve the public responsibly ought not exist.

It's not commie to say that.

We've forgotten that in our corporatist indoctrination drubbing.

Corporations don't have an inherent fiat right to exist because they will it.

Either they give you what you want, or they die.
That's the market.
That's how it's supposed to work.

And see, they can die.
And things that can die can starve.
And things that can be starved can be stabbed in the wallet.
So, power is still with the people.

We can bring them down any time we want by not buying their shit.
That's something else we've forgotten.

We forget, because advertising, combined with the mind-numbing effects of work-a-day life break us down, and get us to mindlessly consume this shit.

Well, I'm here to wake you up and remind you.
Stop forgetting.
These fucking companies exist at our pleasure, not the other way around.

Punish the bad, reward the good.
That's the market.
That's what they're pimping on all those fucking financial shows.
Hold them to it.
Hold their feet to the fire.
Let's see it.
And let's see 'em preach it if/when someone evil like Monsanto goes down.
And if they don't, fuck 'em, at least Monsanto goes down.

We don't need written permission to exercise our dollar votes.

Pisses someone off, then tough, fuck 'em.

Comes back again (and you knew it would) to the power of the internet.
Boycott power, folks.
The internet is cosmically powerful for marshaling it.

Monsanto, look 'em up, don't buy their shit anymore.
Kill 'em, kill 'em dead.

No one needs "Weed B Gone", or Nutri-Sweet bad enough to put up with their shit.
Fuck 'em.

Fuck these companies that think they deserve Ducal powers over you just for drawing breath.
I say again, they exist at our pleasure, not the other way around.

That's the harm advertising does.
It slowly chips away at your self-esteem, and makes you forget this.

Advertising, especially of the insidious variety, is basically begging.
Never forget that.
Someone who begs is not your master.
They've tried to reverse that relationship for the past 30-50 years.
Fuck 'em.

But, I'm probably preaching to the choir.

My audiences tend to be bright bulbs.

The ones who don't read this blog, the ones out buying Enzyte, and Weed-B-Gone, there's just enough of them to really fuck things up.

Maybe it's a herding Godzilla thing.

Maybe all this mindless, poisonous (literally , in the case on Monsanto), consumerism is to feed the insane growth cycle needed to feed the Rampaging Debt Monster of the doomed Fractional Reserve System.

Well, fuck it, it's doomed anyway.
I'm not playing any little game of being a corporate serf for anyone's benefit.
I kneel to no man.
And neither should you.

Well, between this rant, and the original, I've gone and ruined the big plan again.

Economy is gonna collapse tomorrow without Monsanto.

We're gonna be commies now.

I've ruined it all.


Guess my head is gonna burst in a motorcade now.

Or, maybe it's bullshit, and we can just tell bad companies to fuck off.
Let's take the fucking risk, huh?
How 'bout that?
Same as the conspiracy shit, let's take the fucking risk.

The arms race was supposed to end the world, and it didn't.

Let's boycott some evil companies.

And some stupid ones too.

No more stupid shit, no more evil poison-mongers.

How about that be a goal on the list for this new century, eh?

Imagine the weight that'll lift off the core of your being, when you can put a checkmark next to it.

Shit, just imagine the weight that'll lift when just the commercials are gone.

Remember the day Miss Cleo finally went up in smoke?

The unclenching of your intestines?

Imagine that for every commercial you hate.

Sweet huh?

Let's do it.

Let's go, Bullshit Busters.

Bustin' makes me feel good.

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