Saturday, October 15, 2011

Occupy {"A City Near You"} or I Wear My Sunglasses At Night










Go ahead people. Occupy something. Bring your medical marijuana and the baby stroller. Bitch en masse about a $6 debit card fee. The Teabagger's demonstrated it's acceptable to sit a fat ass in a lawn-chair waving misspelled signs with hand-painted black-face representations of our creepy Africa-born Hawaiian Muslim POTUS. Afro-Pizza King Herman Cain you are next.

Enough Already. Pass this DVD, that your kid can burn for you, around the neighborhood. THEY LIVE. John Carpenter's 1988 cinematic masterpiece They Live appears to be a near documentary of life in the beginning of the 21st Century. The first time I saw it TWENTY-SOME years ago, I mocked it as a piece of closet pop culture. A wrestler, acting? For Christ-Sakes. Another Planet of the Apes. Certainly not in Blade Runner's league. Please watch it with a critical eye. All by yourself. Place a sound-activated DVR in your shirt-pocket. After the screening, listen to the "what the..." and the "no fucking way" replays. Fucking genius social critique buried in that box of VHS tapes. Grab your nuts, America. Time to sack up.

This is the full length FREE ABSOLUTELY FREE widescreen film available at youtube.












Cut and paste in your browser for the entire full-length film:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWy2LBXjkxw&feature=related.

The owners of the film rights are frankly wonderful people. Buy the DVD for your permanent collection. And shake Mr. Piper's hand if you see him, thank him for his brilliant role in They Live.


Happy Halloween. Go ahead, try to sleep now.


Apologies for gratuitous profanity. You will understand. And have mercy and click an ad right down below. I'm a few clicky's from a $5. Don't buy, just click thru. Thank you. This is Steve Jobs digital world. Democratization of communication has flushed intellectual thought and literature into the digital ocean instantaneously. Washed away, the tsunami of the valueless Garbage Patch of gossip and social group fetishes and mundane discussions of lunch.

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