cream of evil
UNREALITY SHOW
Hi folks.
I read with glee that Josef Fritzel has asked for a supply of anti-aging skin cream.
Of course this is probably a non story invented by those jokers at the news agency.
But just as we must either trust our senses to tell us what the world is like, so we must now trust the internet, BBC news and, worst of all, METRO newspaper, to convey to us all of the worlds news.
It is as if one had not one nose, but a billion. Plus multiple eyes, ears, nerve endings and tongues. All over the earth. Sending in multiple data- often, wildly varying versions of the same thing!
But what are you gonna do? Gotta trust these senses, like we trust our own.
Of course, some people DONT trust their senses, and resort to deranging themselves with psycho-active drugs, in an attempt to find some alternative truth which their own usual consciousness is denying them.
BUT I DIGRESS
Let’s take a leap of faith, a willing suspension of skepticism if you will, and suppose that the evil Austrian really is anointing himself with special balms, in a bid to stop himself from looking even more like a hundred year old stoat.
WE MUST BE GRATEFUL THAT THESE CREAMS DONT REALLY WORK!
Think on it: using only a paperclip, Fritzel overpowers his guards an escapes into the wild of Austria. No recent photos have been taken, so the new WANTED posters must rely on archive pics from the time of his arrest.
BUT DURING THE PAST SIX MONTHS, JOSEF FRITZEL HAS GOTTEN MUCH YOUNGER LOOKING!
Who will suspect that figure that resembles a young Johnny Depp, lurking in the back of the discotheque? Certainly not the naive young moppet who accepts his offer of a drink, is enticed back to his caravan hideout, and then superglued to the sofa for the rest of her life, living out a terrible mockery of an existence, as one by one, her offspring are also glued onto the hellish couch, never to see the light of day, and creating their own version of reality from the now deranged wittering of their mother, and from endless vhs tapes of Jeremy Kyle which Fritzel forces them to watch.
AND THEN: the terrible day when they escape- their personalities entirely forged, by the disinfotainment of the unctuous white trash exploiter?
What kind of warped, bendy version of the world, would they experience, when they tried to match up what they’d learned on telly, with what they find ON THE STREETS?
But then again- what about ourselves? Fed a constant stream of information about this that and the other- our very minds shaped, by the puppetmasters at ITV…
what if WE ever had to face the real world?
Are we so very different?
Just something to mull on.
Your humble savant,
THE VAUDEVILLIAN.