Sex Crime 1984(for the love of big brother) in Normal entries

A few weeks ago I was lying in bed with two of my favorite mammals, one of whom was giggling at my commentary on the news; the other was licking his tail. It was early on in the Sony Hack Story, hmmm, maybe a month ago now, and the news still had it that it was a concerted effort on the part of sovereign North Korea to violate American first amendment rights. Well, President Obama and actor George Clooney were claiming it was a first amendment issue and we know what reliable sources those guys are.

That turned out not to be the story, but it had a news cycle of at least a week and probably got more views for The Interview than the movie deserved. Among the goofy albeit biting, I’m sure, comments I was making were things to the effect of Aren’t There Important Things Happening In The World Somewhere?

Here’s a couple of for instances, for instance. 1) Whatever happened to HIV/AIDS, did we cure it? And 2) What ever happened to subliminal advertising (well, subliminal anything), was it just a passing phase?

I’m pretty sure HIV/AIDS are still around and still without a cure and given the progression of technology subliminal stuff is probably a lot more sophisticated. Let’s call AIDS famine, pestilence and War and other bad shit and just sort of assume it’s always going to be around whether it’s a natural order, an act of god, or just shit that happens (though not universally a mammalian plague, it seems to ripple through our written and oral history like fat through an aged tenderloin).

The subliminal thing, however, what fantastic paranoia. I mean seriously, I can watch an SNL from 1975 on my cell phone, I could barely watch it on TV in 1975. In 1975 artists would painstakingly paint skulls into the ice cubes of Black Velvet ads with the idea that alcohol had an inherent death wish and the blatent half-naked woman mixed with the covert skull appealed to the drinker’s desire for sex and death. Today my grandson with five minutes on photo shop and a bit of borrowed html code can make a photo of G.W.Bush grow tits, burst into flames and grow tits or, you know, vice versa, Bush could do that with a photo of my grandson, and whereas I think he’s gifted (the grandwhelp, not the ex-Commander and Douche) I think anyone’s grandson can. The point being, has subliminal shit now so very sophisticated that it’s not even discussed any longer?

I don’t know about y’all, but I’d sure like Clooney’s opinion on that.

In general I haven’t seen a national or local newscast in the past few years that wasn’t ridiculously condescending … wait, that’s not really the right word, let’s just lose the adjective and go with — I haven’t seen a newscast in a while that wasn’t ridiculous. So, is that because the bar has been lowered, nobody cares whether the news looks tampered with or are we really getting dumber? I bet I could pitch a mystery science theatre 3000 idea that runs concurrent with live daily newscasts.

Oh. I strayed. I’m not suggesting there are subliminal messages in the news, there might be but that’s not where I was going. I was just bitching. The only fourth estate integrity story of any merit since the turn of the millennium has been in France and it spun in the news cycle, here at least, less time than the Sony Hack Conspiracy sham.

Hmmm, If I check this grammar and spelling I might see that there is no cohesion to any of this and not post. Or perhaps I am subliminally suggesting you see a dental hygienist. I mean romantically though you might want to get that molar looked at while you’re at it.

There was a cool version of 1984 made with a soundtrack by the Eurthymics. I have the song ‘For The Love Of Big Brother’ stuck in my head. If it’s on YouTube this entry will end with it, if not, well, carry on witcher bad self.