Episode 5. Grunge and the Seattle Sound
Episode 6. Baywatch: Sex Sells
No shit it does, has, and always will.
"Babble babble, bitch bitch rebel rebel, party party, sex sex sex; and don't forget the violence" —Marilyn Manson, This Is The New Shit
No shit it does, has, and always will.
"Babble babble, bitch bitch rebel rebel, party party, sex sex sex; and don't forget the violence" —Marilyn Manson, This Is The New Shit
"I like the Walrus best," said Alice: "because he was a little sorry for the poor oysters."He ate more than the Carpenter, though," said Tweedledee. "You see he held the handkerchief in front, so that the Carpenter couldn't count how many he took: contrawise.""That was mean!" Alice said indignantly. "Then I like the Carpenter best— if he didn't eat so many as the Walrus.""But he ate as many as he could get," said Tweedledum.
There is no such thing as "moral" Right. There is only true Right, the balance of the Natural Law, Lex Talionis, versus acquired Right, bestowed by popular consensus and usage (the rules of the Game). Morality is a human invention conferred by the self-serving interests of the sensuality impoverished.We must constantly confront decisions of whether to live by the Law or by the Rules of the Game. Either way will be "Right." Of the two, I always prefer the way of the Law, but it is often riskier and more brutal. The latter -- beating them at their own game -- requires more planning, time, strategy and money. That's why in all issues enforced by false moralisms and specious Rules of the Game but unfettered by legalities I apply my own rule, which is: "There are no rules."If you create a new rule and it takes hold, you have made a Right for yourself, however self-serving. Whatever prevails, overwhelms, holds in thrall, disarms, terrifies, frightens, controls, constrains, enslaves, or otherwise contributes to man's masochistic needs will always be accepted as Right. No amount of lip service to the contrary can eradicate what the past has proven, and the present intensifies.
Alice is a child though; and as Satanic the mind of a child can be seen as, she doesn't have such a level of comprehension towards such a topic as morality. Where this style of child-like thinking can be seen and explored further, and to a similar degree is later on in Through The Looking-Glass when she is divvying up plum cakes between herself, the Lion, the King and Unicorn only to wind up with none left over for herself. In this interaction the Unicorn displays jealousy at not getting as much a serving of the plum cake as the lion, which is seems a parallel to how Alice weighed in on who was better or worse between the Carpenter and Walrus but in an opposite manner, as she showed preference for the one who caught the least rather than most. Oyster and plum cake, the difference in sustenance is there but in the end it does the same job. However the result in this matter more than for the Oyster, is in the attempt at being fair as a child may do, and in such learn that being so equitable can come to a personal detriment and not have any remaining cake for oneself. There's a virtue to selfishness.
There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a bottle on it ("which was certainly not there before," said Alice), and tied around the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words "DRINK ME" beautifully printed on it in large letters.
It was all very well to say "Drink Me," but wise little Alice was not going to do that in a hurry. "No, I'll look first," she said, " and see whether it's marked 'poison' or not"; for she had read several stories about children who had got burnt, eaten up by wild beasts, and other unpleasant things, all because they would not remember the simple rules her friends had taught her...
However, this bottle was not marked "poison," so Alice ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice... she very soon finished it off.
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And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face brightened up that she was now the right size for going through the little door into that lovely garden.
Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: she opened it, and found a very small cake, on which the words "EAT ME" were beautifully marked in currents.
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So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake.
It was like [Wally] was a microcosm of Hollywood taking over politics. In a way, it could seem harmless or like it was just a joke, but when we were actually in the studio, and Wally was presenting me as a scapegoat for all societal ills . . . the audience was whipped into a genuine frenzy. They did not take it as a joke, and it felt very dangerous to be there. It's easy to think that he was a humorous phenomenon, but it was part of the whole. There was a very violent craziness to the '80s that I don't think Americans can remember exactly how it was. I went to a Ronald Reagan rally in 1984, and I sensed that same inherent violence. You know the novel Lord of the Flies? It reminded me of that.
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