Sunday, June 29. 2008
Half an hour late, but thanks to the miracle of backdating none of you suckers will ever realise this is the case. I do actually feel slightly guilty about the whole thing...just not so much that I would consider changing the way I behave to accomodate the feelings of fellow human beings.
In any case.
It's apparently been going on for 4 weeks now. It's the easiest way for attention-seeking arseholes to gain nationwide fame (and proportionate amounts of pure burning hatred). It's the programme designed to fill the gap left by the illegality of the 24-hour torture channel...and it's evil is slowly penetrating every single one of earths societies.
Yeh, I'm talking about big brother.
Just for a start, I simply cannot see the point of the bloody thing. It is not a "social experiment", it is not a "great opportunity", it is not and has never been "good viewing". All that it has ever been, and will ever be is a group of sweaty, boring, egotistic, narcissistic media whores, who have not the faintest clue how to endear themselves to the viewers. They are there to be stared at and experimented on, they are there to be laughed at and humiliated, they are there to become the punching bags of every unlucky newspaper reviewer, there to feel the alien sting of the horrific beast refered to only as "Davina", there to be bored out of their minds and denied luxuries upon the whim of whatever twisted creature of the deep runs the infernal machinery.
The contestants are the prostitutes of television. They are willingly selling their privacy, along with a part of their lifetime, to have the chance, the chance of winning some money. They are told, throughly so, before the show that big brother will not catapult them to stardom, they know that cameras will turn every second of their existence into something which can be examined at will in microscopic detail by the viewing public...and yet every year thousands audition to wreck whatever they may have had for a life.
And what about the viewing public? Do you not realise that what you are doing is what security detail has to be paid to do in all superstores world-wide? You are watching other people, on camera, solely for the sake of watching other people on camera. If they hadn't signed away their rights with the entrance to the show what you are doing would be considered monstrously illegal. It's exactly the same thing as hiding behind your neighbours house with video-camera in hand, then informing the police that you were only conducting a simple experiment in the behaviour of homo sapiens when in a familiarised environment. Hopefully you realised at that point that the police would never accept such complete tripe, there clearly being massive infringements to the rights of anyone when they are video-taped inside their own residence.
Of course, the idiots inside big brother have completly waived those rights, but do none of you see what this means?
The instant that all safeguards are removed, watching other people in what may be private, emotional or delicate moments becomes incredibly attractive. There's just something about gaining unrestricted access into someones life, even if it is only for a few weeks.
Does it give you some kind of sick thrill to watch them humiliate themselves? Do you howl with laughter as they hilariously misconstruct big brothers actions whilst you sit in total knowledge of what is going on? Or do you just hope for the day when two of them lose it completly and just start desperately shagging each other in the po...hang on that happened last time.
What the hell do you stand to gain from it all? It isn't entertaining, it sure as hell isn't motivating, and it certainly isn't attractive.
I am forced to the conclusion that you are all simply sick cunts who salivate at the thought of unrestricted access into the lives of those around them.
You know that some parts of the world chemically castrate people like you?
Frankly I find the whole concept sickening.
You want to watch people selling themselves? Porno is infinitly more satisfying, and productive.
G'night.
Mataspore
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