When will people fuck up and get a life? Their own life maybe, instead of
living it through their projected fantasies inscribed on the dead body of
some commodified media icon? I used to half believe that we really were
"living in overstimulated times", but after this week's Western World
obsession with the media-ted deified iconography of a dead aristrocrat, I
doubt it. In fact, I think most people must be under-stimulated to the
point of living death. Weren't they listening: "Don't believe the hype!".
'Queen of Hearts'; a SELF-APPOINTED title by the Di Die Deadherself, in a moment of opportunistic self-promotion, now taken as unquestioning truth.
The media may have used her to fill the corporate coffers (and coffins),
but the feedback-loop works both ways. 'Charity Queen': Well, its all very
well popping in to a couple of hospitals to shake hands with HIV+ people
while simulataneously living off the fat of the land; struggling to survive on her multi-million dollar 'allowance', paid for by the taxes of
Thatcher's human refuse heap, England's poor.
Worst of all, their lives
are so miserable that they desperately cling to any fantasy image of the
'better life', such as that led by the idol, Di herself. WAKE UP! You
poor sods in council flats putting in your welfare forms (if you're
lucky), paid for her life style of obscene oppulance with your poverty.
The ideology of the class system, grovelling around its parasitical pinnacle, the Monarchy, is so entrenched in the foundations of British
society that those it is designed to repress welcome it eagerly with open
arms, yet sadly closed eyes.
But that's the British. What's our excuse? And America's? And Europe's?
The Global media. Everyone living the hyperreality of the 3rd order of
simulacra. Fiction is no longer fact, it is life. Society has become so
dependent on writing its desires, hopes and fantasies on the bodies of
media-ted celebrities that the death of one of their number is felt as the
figurative death of millions, an amputation of collective (false)
identity. Death of a false image surpasses even 'spectacle' itself.
There is no new flesh, only the rotting corpse of simulated existence.......
Sorry, I just had to get that off my chest. I feel much better now,
although I know the anger will return as the media event that is her
funeral envelops the entire world press for the weekend. And lets face
facts here, no one is really being buried on Saturday, an image is simply
being immortalised in a manner that threatens to surpass even James Dean
and Elvis (at least Elvis has the humour factor, this is such god-damn
self- righteous and pious self flagellation it's making me SICK)
Enjoy the procession. (of lost souls)
ROSSARAZZI
PS: at this point, the world needs an extremely large, very
self-reflective mirror!
. . . And Another Thing
You'd think this pudgy/anorexic (take your choice)
with the consistently bad taste in hair styles, clothes and music (which
we are being relentlessly subjected to) was the first person to die in
autogeddon. Ballard knew better. So do millions of others. What about the
'hired help' in her car? Why are they less important?
Quite possibly they were 'better people' (whatever that may mean). So if
you must mourn publically and globally for Di, why not for the thousands
killed every week?; Airline crashes, 200+ killed last week in Guam. Where
are they now? Where is the media attention? Oh sorry, I forgot, those
people wern't the goose that keeps on laying Golden Eggs, even in death.
'The cash cow', I beleive the expression is.
Keep on Milking her Murdoch! This Cow is Immortal!
Rossarazzi
|
