What’s that? There are people unhappy with politicians?! Tell me more, you radical free thinker, you!
Term limits! For fuck’s sake, give us term limits. It’s a fucking start.
One of the ultimate cynical statements. Maybe we can extend that to “people get the world they deserve.” That’ll put some sugar in your coffee.
It’s not that hard to understand. Laziness, inertia, entrenchment, ignorance, and the fact that elements of it work well enough to satisfy enough people to prevent widespread rage. People get mad at individuals but it’s difficult to sustain high-level anger at systems, particularly when doing something about it would bring about inconvenience and changes in your behavior.
By the way, voter turnout in the last presidential election was something like 61 to 63 percent, which is well more than half. And I resent what you are saying about Talking Heads. They were a kickass band.
that is fucking hilarious!
ETA: lurking guest you will find more reading material that is clearly up your alley at the blog oftwominds. But yeah, that XKCD link Gyrate posted pretty much sums it up.
Anyone who seriously uses the term “sheeple” deserves an psychopathic, murderous dictatorship.
I really feel the OP could use a steady bongo beat behind him.
The government doesn’t want you know that mutton is made of SHEEPLE!
And the tops of churches are made of STEEPLE!
And military cars are made of JEEPLE!
It all makes me want to WEEPLE!
What’s up with capitalizing military?
Baa.
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
I’d better take my antioxidants. Coup for you if you get this. Not the overthrow coup either.
Now I see the violence inherent in The System.
Help help - we’re bein’ repressed!
Sounds like someone’s overdue for shearing.
[posted accidentally]
Hi,
I’m from the Sheepl and I’m here to help you.
“You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn’t it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe.”
-Marcus Cole, Ranger to Franklin, Doctor - A Late Delivery from Avalon - Babylon 5
Was this an example of “A Resounding Silenus”?
I saw the so-called “minds” of my generation destroyed by the internet, raving hysterical stupid,
dragging themselves through the myriad messageboards at dawn looking for an angry mob,
overwrought wannabe demagogues burning for the furious connection to the righteous wrath in the machinery of the Web,
who frustrated and bloated and sweaty-palmed sat up blogging in the supernatural darkness of Cheetos-stained flats floating across a sea of open windows contemplating furry porn,
who bared their brains to Heaven on Straight Dope and saw the Teeming Millions staggering with laughter in countless threads, derisory,
who passed through universities with red overstrained eyes absorbing outrage and Fark-light tragedy among the scholars of inequality,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the bulletin boards of their dorms,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money on iPhone apps and listening to Radiohead on tattered headphones,
and who ran through the cold URLs obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the absence of punctuation or sense,
who dreamt and made incarnate stories of the Timecube & the Truth about 9/11 through images juxtaposed, and trapped the nonsense of the ether between the sublime and the ridiculous and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of thundering unrelenting trollery
to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you brainless and unintelligent and shaking with blame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of echos in his naked and endless head,
the madman bum and Doper roasted in the Pit, unloved, yet putting down here what might be left to mock in time come after banning,
and rose incarnate in the ghostly clothes of self-assumed martyrdom in the fractured recollections of the Millions and blew the suffering of the mindless sheeple for love into an blah blah yadda yadda yadda incoherent rant that bewildered the moderators down to the last paragraph
with the absolute heart of the ignorance made one with their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.
With apologies to Allen G…
I think you’re onto something there.