TV - A gauge of how shit people are
I fucking despair. Deciding to take a quick break from studying the design of one-dimensional Schroeder quadratic residue diffusers for far field scattering in room acoustics, I flicked on the aptly-named idiot box, somehow deluded into thinking something noteworthy may be airing. What filth am I greeted with? The Sound of Music, some program about twats with an IQ less than my bra size pissing each other off on a coach, Return to Tuscany, Zulu, and a televisual holocaust in the form of The Da Vinci Code Myth: Revealed. This selection of "entertainment" angers me for a number of reasons.
Firstly, who the fuck wants to watch the Sound of Music? A bunch of nuns dance about in the hills and vales of Austria, big fucking deal. I know this film is a so-called classic, but that doesn't mean it's any good. Just because your mum finds this musical entralling does not directly correlate to it not being shite. So many things have been attributed with the tag of 'classic', and as a result we're expected to worship them. I'm reminded of a conversation I had with some dumb bastard in the non-too-distant past, where I stated that I had no real positive feelings for any songs ever produced by the Beatles. Predictably, my compatriot refuted my opinion as rediculous on the grounds that they were (and apparently still are) classics. Just because every suggestible moron devoid of formulating their own music taste likes these songs, it appears i'm expected to love them too. Fuck off. I like what I like, and it isn't the fucking Beatles.
Secondly, the film Zulu, another 'classic'. A film depicting the veritable massacre at Roarke's Drift. Not the massacre of us, but our noble redcoats slaughtering defenseless tribesmen of Zululand. A few white men with guns, cannons, military training and whatnot get attacked by the natives, the rightful inhabitants of that nation, armed with nothing more than pointy sticks and shields manufactured from animal hide. And the fact our soldiers don't get annihilated but instead commit mass genocide is proudly proclaimed as a glorious victory. Fuck right off.
Thirdly, a demistifaction of the Da Vinci Code myth. There is no myth to fucking begin with! Dan Brown, restricted by his jilted prose and atrocious lack of ability to structure even the simplest of literary device, writes a book based upon fact conjured out of thin air, with absolutely no corroboratory evidence. To make matters worse, this is in turn based upon another book suffering from similar problems. The hypocrisy of religious fanatics decreeing the Da Vinci Code as abhorrent and insulting to their faith truely baffles me, especially given they need look no further than the doctrine upon which they base their own religion to discover identical conjecture.
I was going to rant at great length about the other two audio-visual abominations inflicted upon my senses by daytime terrestrial television, but when one looks at their subject matter I suspect it is safe to assume you can draw your own conclusions as to the reasons why I believe such things portray the manner in which humanity is flushing itself down the toilet.
Firstly, who the fuck wants to watch the Sound of Music? A bunch of nuns dance about in the hills and vales of Austria, big fucking deal. I know this film is a so-called classic, but that doesn't mean it's any good. Just because your mum finds this musical entralling does not directly correlate to it not being shite. So many things have been attributed with the tag of 'classic', and as a result we're expected to worship them. I'm reminded of a conversation I had with some dumb bastard in the non-too-distant past, where I stated that I had no real positive feelings for any songs ever produced by the Beatles. Predictably, my compatriot refuted my opinion as rediculous on the grounds that they were (and apparently still are) classics. Just because every suggestible moron devoid of formulating their own music taste likes these songs, it appears i'm expected to love them too. Fuck off. I like what I like, and it isn't the fucking Beatles.
Secondly, the film Zulu, another 'classic'. A film depicting the veritable massacre at Roarke's Drift. Not the massacre of us, but our noble redcoats slaughtering defenseless tribesmen of Zululand. A few white men with guns, cannons, military training and whatnot get attacked by the natives, the rightful inhabitants of that nation, armed with nothing more than pointy sticks and shields manufactured from animal hide. And the fact our soldiers don't get annihilated but instead commit mass genocide is proudly proclaimed as a glorious victory. Fuck right off.
Thirdly, a demistifaction of the Da Vinci Code myth. There is no myth to fucking begin with! Dan Brown, restricted by his jilted prose and atrocious lack of ability to structure even the simplest of literary device, writes a book based upon fact conjured out of thin air, with absolutely no corroboratory evidence. To make matters worse, this is in turn based upon another book suffering from similar problems. The hypocrisy of religious fanatics decreeing the Da Vinci Code as abhorrent and insulting to their faith truely baffles me, especially given they need look no further than the doctrine upon which they base their own religion to discover identical conjecture.
I was going to rant at great length about the other two audio-visual abominations inflicted upon my senses by daytime terrestrial television, but when one looks at their subject matter I suspect it is safe to assume you can draw your own conclusions as to the reasons why I believe such things portray the manner in which humanity is flushing itself down the toilet.