Reflections
Plowing the Furrow…
FOLLOWING ON from my recent piece, “You Have Been Spooked!”, here is my account of the latest episode in this theatrical farce…
Unable to Distinguish a Fact from a Fart…
THE WHOLE ESSAY from which these few words are extracted will be ready in the coming week. Now standing at over 15,000 words, today I am writing the conclusion and doing final edits of the rest. Watch this space!
Eurovision = Eurotrash
If you want to see a model for everything that is depraved in this world, watch the Eurotrash Song Contest. It exhibits the ultimate in fakery, caricature, poseurs, political and social correctness, undermining the sacred masculine and ridiculing the sacred feminine, while making a mockery of the very idea of music. Any sensitive, conscious soul should find it disturbing. It all fits perfectly into the prevailing end-of-the-age satanic zeitgeist. The Eurotrash Song Contest is nothing more than muzak to appease the easily offended multitude. Its acts are made up of desperately contrived ‘inclusivity’. The more camp-kitsch and fake an act is — the more eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, and nail colour male act members use, or the more effeminate or foppish a male act is (in voice or appearance), and the more flamboyant or indicative of so-called ’girl-power’ the female acts are — the more likely those acts are to gain points. The Eurotrash Song Contest is a theatre for what I call “money-machine music”. An individual or group with genuine talent has no need to be entering competitions. One only needs to be oneself. The very idea of “making it” or creating “a hit” is only based on materialist egocentric ambitions and has no artistic merit whatsoever.
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WHEN WE ARE CONFRONTED with what is regarded as ‘ugliness’, our first instinct is to recoil or flee. I realise that the concept of ugliness — the judgement about what is ugly and what is not — can vary from one culture to another. An African Mursi tribeswoman with a huge ceramic or wooden lip-plate would be seen as utterly gorgeous within her own tribe but regarded with some horror if she were a consort in a gentlemen’s club in Knightsbridge, London. But as my years have gone by, I’ve discovered that if I look at something which is commonly regarded as ‘ugly’ for long enough, or look into its full credentials, it somehow begins to take on a unique kind of beauty even in the midst of the ugliness.
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They Love Big Brother…
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THAT FINAL PARAGRAPH BY ORWELL is highly psychologically astute, worthy of a little commentary here. Firstly, Winston (the main character in “1984”) chiding himself for having the “misunderstanding” that Big Brother was a tyrant rather than actually being a wonderful leader is extremely perceptive. To call Winston’s perception of Big Brother as a tyrant and the state as a totalitarian regime a mere “misunderstanding” shows how depleted Winston’s discernment was. To say that one’s perception of an evil regime as evil was a “needless misunderstanding” and all that was therefore needed was a slight adjustment in his understanding is disingenuous, to say the least. It presents Big Brother as a much-misunderstood benevolent leader. To see him as anything other than that is just a little “misunderstanding”, as he had now been persuaded to believe. Talk about being gaslighted! Seeing such a state as a tyranny and its leader as a tyrant is not a “misunderstanding” at all but a wise, brave, and honest conclusion. To think otherwise is like a rich old widow thinking that the handsome confidence trickster she met in the bar and who proposed to her did so because he cares about her rather than about her money!
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