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dear_mun2012-04-19 10:51 pm
ghostintheanimus) wrote in dear_mun2012-04-19 10:51 pm
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The terrible truth
No, no, no! You don't g̗̖̈́͒̀ḛ̗͈̭͓̝̻t̞̙ͫͅ ̻͉̜̝̦̥̊̾ͧ͊ͦ́i͓̠̝̬̯̞̿ͮͣ̉ṭͤ́͑ͤ̅̚̕! Here. Let's try it one more time.
The Hamburglar is the villain, right? He steals the hamburgers - the product and the sustenance - that should belong to the children - that is to say, you, the citizen. The innocent populace who craves care and comfort. Then they are taken back by Ronald MacDonald, who DISTRIBUTES! [he emphasizes by jabbing a finger] them to the obedient and deserving. Then they'll all happy, except the criminal, and he's gotten what he deserves.
Look at this. Think. Look what they're telling you right there in the names.
Right there, Ronald MacDonald. Who is he really but the spirit of a corporation given flesh and form? And the clown makeup, what is that but the way of taking the face of a thing that is by definition and (so accepted it's cliche) faceless and then painting it and giving it a man's features but exaggerated, the huge eyes and so friendly rictus lips frozen in an eternal satire of feeling? It's the familiar made totem. More human than human. This colorful friend is your ruler. But what is he under the paint, wig, and bright yellow jumpsuit? Not only are you not told, it's never asked. It's never accepted as a possible question. You're told, you accept without even knowing you're being told, that there is nothing there. When the man in the suit washes the makeup off, he is no longer Ronald MacDonald, but neither is that gone. The identity is unkillable. It passes from carrier to carrier like a Voodoo loa. And isn't Baron Samedi's skull, his mobile jaw with its unchanging grin, isn't this familiar?
This is the message. If you pay tribute to him with your love, he will protect you from the criminal of his own making.
Look at the Hamburglar. He also wants what you want, here symbolized by hamburgers. The product. He's like you in his goal, but like them physically. He resembles a human face, but instead of paint, he has a mask. An open concealment. He's the bad guy because he steals the hamburgers from their "rightful" owner, Ronald MacDonald. But why? Why does he do this?
The Hamburglar is the villain, right? He steals the hamburgers - the product and the sustenance - that should belong to the children - that is to say, you, the citizen. The innocent populace who craves care and comfort. Then they are taken back by Ronald MacDonald, who DISTRIBUTES! [he emphasizes by jabbing a finger] them to the obedient and deserving. Then they'll all happy, except the criminal, and he's gotten what he deserves.
Look at this. Think. Look what they're telling you right there in the names.
Right there, Ronald MacDonald. Who is he really but the spirit of a corporation given flesh and form? And the clown makeup, what is that but the way of taking the face of a thing that is by definition and (so accepted it's cliche) faceless and then painting it and giving it a man's features but exaggerated, the huge eyes and so friendly rictus lips frozen in an eternal satire of feeling? It's the familiar made totem. More human than human. This colorful friend is your ruler. But what is he under the paint, wig, and bright yellow jumpsuit? Not only are you not told, it's never asked. It's never accepted as a possible question. You're told, you accept without even knowing you're being told, that there is nothing there. When the man in the suit washes the makeup off, he is no longer Ronald MacDonald, but neither is that gone. The identity is unkillable. It passes from carrier to carrier like a Voodoo loa. And isn't Baron Samedi's skull, his mobile jaw with its unchanging grin, isn't this familiar?
This is the message. If you pay tribute to him with your love, he will protect you from the criminal of his own making.
Look at the Hamburglar. He also wants what you want, here symbolized by hamburgers. The product. He's like you in his goal, but like them physically. He resembles a human face, but instead of paint, he has a mask. An open concealment. He's the bad guy because he steals the hamburgers from their "rightful" owner, Ronald MacDonald. But why? Why does he do this?
Because it's his job. It's right there in the identity given to him by his creators. What can a Hamburglar do except
[16 takes a deep breath and settles back.]
That's why fast food is bad for you.burgle?
He was created for this purpose by the corporation. He's is from your ranks, but turned against you, and made into a target. It's him you hate for stealing your sustenance, not the ones who control the resources and dole them out on their whim. They're using a manufactured threat to turn us against each other. They tell you, the one who opposes the rule of the powerful, he's not just our enemy, he's your enemy. They recruit you with salt and meat and self-satisfaction, and you don't even know it's happening. They teach you to doubt each other. The one who takes for himself, who tries to exist outside the system, who doesn't pay for his hamburgers in appropriate tribute, he's the other side of the game, and he'll always be beaten. Those MacNuggets are dipped in the numbing, complacent lies of indoctrination.[16 takes a deep breath and settles back.]
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[16 paces back and forth, gesturing excitedly]
All the sacred sites of capitalism, the seven hills of our neon Rome. The most invisible thing is what's in plain sight! Who really builds them?
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I lol'd. God damn it danny.
Ty ^^
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I'm helping you out here. I wish I̧̢̺̺͖̖̝̐ͣͨ͐͂̽'̰̫̖̳̾̀ͫ͂ͤ͊͛̀d̸̳̼͆̒̒̂ͬ̀ known all this before I died.
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[...says the teenager who's glowing slightly and floating a few inches off the ground.]
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alive.
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