The Great American Meme Vacuum

Media events of recent past are acting like the mental equivalent of the Taco Bell™ Threesome® on the Troglodyte. Every time I think I'm done, I get the urge to come back.

The Video appliance in the parlor offers a multi-channel sluice of memes and stereotypes free for the asking, which is why I turn it off most of the time. What it offers is crude, but excusable. People pay advert money for the right to intersperse the woeful flood of solids, as they call it in the sewage industry, with ads. It's the chumps on the other end that give me the freaks.

Americans have rapt eagerness for stories told at the level of the Fairy Tale. Unlike Hanna Schmitz in The Reader, who was merely functionally illiterate but intellectually adult, the American Audience cannot stand a plot-line more complex than a Grimm's Fairy Tale. People must be told from the outset who is Good and who is Bad, in order to incorporate some projection of their existance unto themselves.

Passionate attestation is made on the various sites and the InterSewer that Michael Jackson was not a child molester, he's not, I KNOW he's not, because I know Michael.

I find this creepy beyond words. Michael Jackson© is an industrial product managed by handlers and shown to the public as a performance. All "celebrities" are so. One should never trust the "reality" of things which require press agents to present them. Hollywood is what Hollywood wishes to show. Again, like the Viedo Appliance and the InterSewer, the scary part is not what issues therefrom, but what is eagerly ladled out of the muck-stream.

Americans cannot handle this degree of complexity. They prefer to pretend that their stories are real. The country is sinking under the weight of its own nonsense, and we, as a people, demand answers - which means, we demand things which gratify our own illusions of ourselves, no matter how twisted and sick they may be. It's like giving John Wayne Gacy creds for self-esteem, and being a people-pleaser. Iwww.