Time to iron. Iron. A noun for such a powerful and historically relevant metal. A noun which, when used as a verb, describes a menial task that emphasises our bonds to our capitalist overlords (presuming we want to look sufficiently smart so as to keep our jobs). In the future, the verb “to iron” will mean to brutally defend yourself with a shirt-smartening tool. After the apocalypse, obviously. After the apocalypse I’ll be doing a LOT MORE ironing. Ka-thunk.
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I’m the kind of moaning little cunt who despises other people’s happiness. When I’m not trying to earn more money than my friends I take the high ground at every opportunity.
I consider myself and my values better than those around me. I feel guilty about the ice caps and the rainforests and the ozone.
You’ll hear me say: “I’m the way I am because I’ve never had to go to war.”
When the war that is going to end this financial mess kicks off, you’ll find me under my bed. Drunk. Shitting it.
I am the 50%.
Scanners! You were far sillier than I remembered!
Cronenberg's next film after The Brood lacks its gravitas. Scanners actually differs from almost all Cronenberg films in that there is far less emphasis on psychological and physiological irregularity, and almost none of the skewed sexuality that permeates his other films. Scanners is, dare I say it, a pretty straight horror/sci-fi flick.
Edna returns with another glimpse into her corporate life.
EDITOR’S COMMENT: Trust the BANKERS to rip-off an honesty box to the tune of a hundred and sixty dollars!
Never let it be said that bankers don’t deserve their massive pay and bonuses. They are extremely hard working and accountable. And ethical. And clever. And cunning. And brilliant.
And as part of their oh-so-busy schedule, bankers also find time to “borrow” from poor, cancer-stricken children. Not to feed their socially-acceptable gambling habits, you understand. Not at all. But to leverage their investments. Yes, to leverage their clever investments from charity funds. What could possibly go wrong?
After all, in death, who needs the money?
As the adage goes, “You can’t take it with you.” Especially poorly children. Particularly poor, poorly children. And they’re used to being poor. And poorly. Why should they have any extra monies?
And the bankers are the new gods. They’re doing God’s work. And God knows they do it well.
So think of the poor bankers at this time, taking this adage to its extreme conclusion:
It’s tough times in Big Finance. Got to look after number one. Just like American Psycho.
Edna might be naive, but she always thought that banks were supposed to lend money?
No wonder nobody understands the economy these days.
Better keep coughing up those tax quids to keep it all propped up and plump like a big fat goose that defecates infinite golden eggs for the Illuminati, whilst puking into the taxpayer’s hungrily open lips.
This post is helping nobody.
Of course, Rufus is anything but a boring twat as he expertly summarises why the Murdochs, News International, the News of the World, and the protection of implicitly guilty individuals is altogether a Bad Thing for us but a Good Thing for those in power.
Keep up the good work Rufus.
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