Monday, 2 June 2008
I'm a freaking Marxist!
Nofo's not an intellectual. English is not his first language. His passions are gambling and gardening.
Nofo didn't see that the words on Wheel of Fortune were forming "The Roman Colloseum". In fact, I'm almost sure he doesn't know what the Roman Colloseum is.
Wouldn't it be great, I thought to myself, if Wheel of Fortune could be an educational programme. Just a little bit. I mean, just a photo of the Colloseum, so you know what it is. Where it is. What happened there.
But no, we just see appliance porn - lovingly crafted shots of fridges, washing machines and wide screen TVs.
All this is, I continued to think to myself, is a conditioning device. Conditioning people like Nofo and like me into knowing the right pieces of information - popular culture - in order to receive the right rewards - consumer appliances. It's all a plot by the capitalists to make us want their things.
Religion is not the opiate of the people. TV is.
I felt a bit better after dinner, but these thoughts kind of stay with you.
What next? Conga dancing in a public place? Or is it public? The security guard seemed pretty sure it was private property - no conga dancing allowed here. Interesting!
(PS: Maybe here's where it really started...)