The New God

I see you, everyday, watching this new God of yours and living how you feel this entity wants you to be.  The media poisons young minds, and you begin to live like the Kardashians, that alien race made up of evolved Beliebers.  This unique following consists of all races and economies, countries worldwide, a hidden invasion that is slowly snaking its way into the homes of every free thinking individual.  When this form of entertainment gets boring, you switch to the mobile form of worship, hooking in to the interwebs.  These Youtubers and Tweeters have their own cult following, which echoes the evening television crowd, only, its more interactive.  You can Tweet your love for these demi-gods.  You can comment on what they’re wearing, or the crazy things they’ve done to end up in jail.  IF you get sick of this lifestyle, just hook up your radio.  These same minor gods are on the waves, singing their canned soda pop autotuned hell that hipsters today call ‘music’.  Most stations are owned by three companies.  Those same three companies broadcast the same crap day after day until a new idol is created and proves to be fresher, more ‘original’ than the others and then that gets played to oblivion.

Originality is crushed by the drive to cater to the masses.  If artists do come up with original music, it is quickly burned and replaced with something a little more ‘catchy’.  That’s not to say I didn’t like Ms. Jepsen’s Call me Maybe, but I didn’t really care for it after the first week I heard it six times an hour on the local station.  Contracts are broken in the desperate struggle for originality.  The lure of the gold from being signed to a label overcomes the desire to make a quality product.  As soon as new talent is acquired, it’s ‘made over’ into what society wants, because we all know, the power of stupid people in large groups cancels out anyone else’s opinion.

It’s not limited to technology.  When reading Redbook the other day, I was appalled at how the ‘average’ woman lives.  I have lived so far in the depths of poverty for so long, I have become distanced and unfamiliar with what ‘normal’ is it seems.  Normal people buy forty dollar shirts and find that it’s a ‘bargain’.  Forty dollars would buy me two pairs of jeans, four tops, and several scarves or a jacket at the thrift store.  I think Mackelmore was right.  It might smell like piss, but it’s better than spending forty dollars on a top that will get ruined the first time I try to wear it to the local fast food joint and inevitably spill ketchup on it.

Who wants to live in a world where the media is God and yet echoes the sentimentality of the masses in an ever-propogated cycle of insane stupidity?  Most people do not even realize that this goes on.  Am I the only one who notices this crap?  Look at Merv Griffon from back in the day, and you see a reality talk show with substance and intelligent conversation, even, dare I say, witticisms.  Then fast forward to today and watch Honey Boo Boo Chile.  Oh my fucking God!  This is why America is laughed at by every other country.

We the people need to actually show the world, perhaps by using intelligent media, that we have some substance.  We’re like, the dumb blonde of countries.  We have a nice rack, and a pretty face, but when you want to have a good conversation you keep going to see the girl next door….you know, the kinky librarian type that likes D & D.