| OK, here you have a taste of the world surrounding me ... two friends in my class, one fat, the other pretty cool with a nice figure, talked to each other about the way they would spend their week-end. In short they were two very mean characters of the Third Millennium in the Consumer Era (has another ever existed? There's a nice poll I'll offer my website's spermatozoic public...), that is, both would go to the gym (here I'm turning green out of disgust), afterwards they would go drinking a little, and finally they would go to a dance club. A perfect advertisement for daily bleakness, with this remarkable difference: The buxom girl, I should say, was perfectly integrated into the System, that is: first she would meet an instructor in the gym who would seduce her, then while out for drinks this lobotomized drunk (who obviously goes to a tanning bed) would lavish her with a flood of meaningless compliments, and finally a half-troglodyte who would ask her for her cellphone number and other similar crap in the disco. At the same time, the other girl would inevitably fail everywhere she went.
The System, in fact, absorbs you by its false values, but if you want to take part in it actively, you must be up to the challenge: you must have a nice ass, a brilliant temperament, you must be cheeky, shallow, and the more, the better. I felt pity for the plump girl, but not that much (and here comes my politically incorrect sarcasm); instead of reading the situation clearly and joining the Chosen Ones, the warriors like me, she would kept on wishing desperately to be like the first girl. This upsets all sense of ethical justice ... can you believe she wanted to be a zombie? How can this be? When will she realize that she can't be that way because of her objective physical limits, and then who will save her from her depression when she discovers the Truth? The System canıt hide 30 kg (66 pounds) of extra weight or cellulite ... it can, however, make you believe that one day, if you will try hard at it in the gym, you'll become a second Naomi Campbell or (given the public) a second Brad Pitt. That is, it can fool you, not your weight. (Not to mention the other walking ghosts, who will always be there ready to arouse your suspicions.)
So, if you really want to be against the System, you must be above it ... look down at it with indifference, but you must strike ferociously against the ruling hypocrisy every time you get the chance to.
Whatıs worthy or unworthy to be seen this week?
Daredevil, Mark Steven Johnson, 2003: Justice is blind ... but it sees in the dark.
Well, one certainly has to avoid Daredevil, a typical comic book superhero; he has a fancy outfit, he's masked, aerodynamic, schizophrenic, a Messiah as well as a Knight of the Cross, and even worse, he lives in New York. Of course he's also provided with a sense of morality so refined that he has no problem in telling Good from Evil, despite his blindness caused by a bath in chemical weapons he took when still a child ... Notice that such blindness doesn't seem to impair his ability in martial arts in the least. He will display his ability on the same old suspects, on local criminals, on the criminal kingpin, too, as well as on his murderous employee, and even on sexy Electra.
Daredevil is so sexually retarded that petting and martial ballet mean just the same to him, just like it does to all security guards. The difference between Good and Evil is so obvious that courts and the other bodies of the democratic state are of no use anymore, rather, Daredevil (whose background is proletarian) doesn't give a fuck about the theory that man is innocent until he's proven guilty ... which is ironic enough seeing that, during the day, he's a lawyer defending poor people. Yes, Daredevil is the extreme populistic fantasy and at the same time proof that there's nothing more boring and monotonous than people believing there's no link between Good and Evil. OK, Daredevil sometimes goes to confession, sometimes feels under pressure, sometimes has some doubts about his actions, but also in these occasions he seems to be alone and it seems like he's just talking with George Bush in the mirror.
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