Money, Money,
Published on December 16, 2003 By jaberwocky In Politics
Today has been another day of listless boredom; the dull grey skies over Bolton, the smell and sound of a deacying northern town, the crushing compliance of consumerism. Unemployment is this day's mission, and a neferious task it is to ask the dread question: 'is there any work here?' and hear the inevitable reply of 'NO sorry luv,'
Inevitably the answer always is no, this year, last year, despite christmas, despite the colourfull shop windows, despite the throngs of Boltonians doing their Yuletide shopping. Every one gets on with it: the money is spent, the cultural nessecity of having a good time. Moving like red blood cells through the organ of Capital and Buisness, delivering the oxgen of consumption to the straining muscles of retail.

I'm writing this in Smithills, Bolton (England), a rich and varied suburb. Or so they'd say. The various monochromatic shades of faeces of the suburban jungle that pass for architecture that I can see out of the window nerver change, except when some has cable installed. Even then ugly graffiti of the wounds in the pavement. In the town center just looking above the ground floor reveals the dilapidation of most buildings. Of course you have look past the shop windows and who does that? Bastards. Even here, the 'soma' of information never seems to bother anyone, the relentless stream of adverts offering happiness and success to all in return for their money has been accepted. If it adverts didn't matter as people say, then why have them?
Everything that is bought by these consumers is branded and marked as a product of a company, but the function of a sony or panasonic tv is the same. They might have different buttons and menus and so on but they are all in aid of showing the information of the broadcasters (who conviently show the advertisments of no function). So the cycle of information rumbles on, the sight of profits always in sight but forever out of reach; good profits are never enough, more is the goal. So at the end we all should have a Coca-Cola christmas.
Remember the holidays are coming!!
Comments
on Jan 08, 2004
great line---
" Moving like red blood cells through the organ of Capital and Buisness, delivering the oxgen of consumption to the straining muscles of retail. "
2 rite...innit.

toke on


on Jan 08, 2004
toke on borther/sister