Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Angry Rant #23: It can only go up from here!

So apparently all throughout the Middle-East shit is happening - but we're talking about here is the good sort of shit. The kind where the people rise up against the powers that be and stand up for what they believe in. Now since Gaddaffi bombed his own people in Tripoli, western societies have pulled their heads out of the sand and all of the sudden things look serious - not because of the fact that the Libyan Leader is killing people in his own country, but because oil prices will rise (this is a bad thing for any country that runs on fossil fuels *cough* the US *cough*).

"Wait, what's going on?"

What happens in Libya is going to be a little snap shot of what could happen if another uprising occurs in Saudi Arabia - a single disturbance there could destabilize western economies faster than you can say "Fuck. I need petrol!". This comes down to one thing and one thing only - fear. And not you're regular "I'm scared of anyone wearing a burqa" fear, but the fear of not being able to support an economy. But here's a thought - what happens if things do get bad in Saudi Arabia (i.e. the people stand up against their totalitarian governments and religiously motivated dictators?)

This might be getting a bit too symbolic...

It almost seems to me as if that these supposed "world powers" are actually supporting these regimes because they inactively maintain the status-quo. I keep seeing the same contradiction over and over again - up front we support what the people in the Middle-East are doing but the heads of our countries won't do anything because they are aware of the consequences that it will have on the petrol/gas economy.

Enough said.
Now you'd think that something as important as this would make headlines everynight - but you know why it isn't? We are being forced into a false sense of security - fossil fuels are non-renewable. One day we will eventually run out, but no - we are too busy getting mouth fulls of some idiotic footy player punching some other idiot and some  girl who sucks CEOs off for money then rats them out!!

Jack doesn't like rats either.

Honestly, where the hell is the journalism industry headed? Why do world super powers only care about their own arse? Why was Hayden Christensen chosen to play anakin in the Star Wars prequels??

"I can't act - you know it, I know it..and even my cat does, but fuck me, I love the money!"

Take it as you will.

Don't believe the Lies and Spin

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Angry Rant #18: Oh, we're all dying again?

Ok, so, firstly the floods in Queensland have pretty much overshadowed every single news story, both major and minor, that is taking place around the world - not that that's a bad thing - but last year the floods in Pakistan left over 1 million people displaced and it got 3 minutes air-time, Haiti still looks like it was hit by a bomb and that the current floods in Brazil have killed nearly 650 people....

BUT ANYWAY!

I thought I'd try something different and get my rant on in less news related way. Yesterday I decided to watch Waterworld with Kevin Costner - a few days prior I was exposed to the filth that is the film 2012 and even Deep Impact before that. I began to see a pattern, so I figured I'd might open the flood gates a little.

When the world turns to shit, it should end like this. Wet shoes suck.
Why are we so obsessed with our own destruction? Using the excuse "I just want to see what it would look like" just doesn't hold up. What you're watching is just someones expensive money-making interpretation in a blatent attempt to suck in viewers. But then again, I get a buzz out of zombie flicks. So why the hell do we get a twisted sense of joy when shit like this happens?

Earth decided to get a little stoned on its last day at work. 
Of the few things that I have thought about, I think the one thing that stands out is our invulnerability - or the perception that we are.  Typically, western cultures are pretty damn safe places to be - I know I feel pretty safe where I am now and unless you're in a worn torn African country being forced into a diamond mine or your village is being run by a Columbian drug lord who will shoot your family if you don't work, then I guess you could say the same. So when someone is put out of their comfort zone, or in this case, engaging in someone's interpretation of being out of theirs, we enjoy it.

Angry Right-Wing Blogger: "What about those damn terrorists!!
They are always trying to kill us Westerners!! We are never safe.
We should just buy things, put security cameras in every corner
and continue to segregate those who are different"

Oh shut up.
But does that mean that everyone who went and watched 2012 hated life? Or do we secretly hate the fact that everything is the same - day in day out - and watching millions of people drown/get hit by asteroids//killed by zombies/crushed by the Vatican, is like squeezing our internal stress ball? Why do we pay to see so much destruction - and enjoy it - but when it really happens our first thoughts are ones sympathy and sadness? We watch a news story on the floods in Queensland and think that it's terrible, but when we see a movie poster with this on it...

But we still watched it.
...we think, "Cool! Lets see that when it comes out! A movie that looks this awesome just has to be good!!" Then, when we see it, we get douche bags like this


...whoops wrong picture...

Drink Vodka. It's Russian.

We get douche bags like this who put on laughable Russian accents, who use badly placed puns at the most inappropriate times to convey humour, and who use those cringe-worthy "Hang on! It's gonna be a rough landing" lines. I wonder what people are doing in Queensland? Were they making humourous remarks when the Brisbane River flooded? How could flying a plane over the planet, literally caving in on itself, actually be funny?

Person 1: (Plays It's the End of the World as We Know It)
Person 2: Ahh... I always knew you were a crack up.
There's a problem here, but I'm not a psychologist, so understanding the inner-workings of someone's mind isn't exactly my profession. However, I do know what I think, and unless the end of the world involves Zombies, both of the running and walking type (because lets face it, sometimes we feel like a little target practice) and I have access to a shotgun, a hunting rifle, explosives, a 9mm handgun, food, beer, a '67 Shelby Mustang with a snow plow attachment, a rusty chainsaw, Rambo's compass-knife and A LOT of ammunition, I don't want a part of it.

Don't believe the Lies and Spin.