Stupid bullshit on TV

I don’t watch much TV anymore.

This is the sort of crap you see every time you switch on your TV. And I can’t stand the ADS!

Just can’t stand them.

So when you look back at your life when you’re 80 you won’t see the corner office (too conformist) or the VIP lounge (not badass enough). No, you’re going to see yourself sitting in your lame-ass SUV. Which you bought thinking it would lead to a life of adventure but which was actually used only to drive from your office and back home every single day of your lame, miserable existence.

Man, if buying a car could make your life interesting, there wouldn’t be ROAD RAGE, you ever thought of that? All these retards who fly off their handle if another guy scratches their car. Their life is so insipid and full of frustration that they have to let it out on a total absolute stranger in the middle of the street.

This sort of bullshit is fed to you every single second of every single day. From all directions. An endless barrage of bullshit. Pure, evil, fake bullshit. On the TV. In newspapers. On billboards. Buy Nikes – be better at sports. Use AXE, get chicks. Are humans really that simpleminded? Even a dog gets it after a couple of hundred screwings. “Hey Fido, beg for the bone and I’ll give it to you.” So he begs for it, and if you don’t give it to him, he won’t beg the next time. He gets it. He understands how the system works. But humans seem to be too dumb, seem to have an endless appetite for getting screwed over.

Bill Hicks said it right when he shouted out against the very basis for Marketing.

You scumbags, quit putting a goddamn dollar sign on every fucking thing on this planet! How do you live like that? And I bet you sleep like fucking babies at night, don’t you? “What did you do today, honey?” “Oh, we made arsenic childhood food. Now, good night. Yeah, we just said, you know, is your baby really too loud? You know … yeah, the mums will love it, yeah.” Sleep like fucking children, don’t you? This is your world, isn’t it?

And don’t even get me started on liquor ads. For some reason, every single liqour ad on Idian television consists of some corporate sleazebag who arrives at a party, is congratulated on his success by some old bald guy, drinks a glass of whiskey and dances with a sleazy chick. The take home message is, of course: “Being drunk gets you chicks and helps your business!”

In my limited experience, coming to your job filled with whiskey (or as the ads would have you believe it, success juice) is going to get you fired. Period. No bald guy. No hot chick. Just you, out on the street, hunting for scraps in garbage cans. Yes. Really.

And what’s with the chewing tobacco and pan masala companies nowadays?

I must have missed the government of India announcement that eating Pan Masala is now the patriotic thing to do. For some reason you can make Pan Masala “cool” by showing Indians eat it in a corporate sleazefactory or by showing “Goras” sharing it with Indians.

F### you.

Advertisements represent everything that is wrong with the media today. Manipulating the simple minded public has been around for centuries (All rulers must do it to stay on their thrones), but never has it been so blatant as it has been since the dawn of the advertising era.

If you want to live in the real world, be sure to give a collective “F### you” to every ad you ever see. I learnt this lesson at a tender age and it still surprises me when people double my age act like such tools.

There’s never a free lunch. The things in life that are worth having have to be worked for. Buying a car won’t make you have adventures. Buying shoes won’t give you sporting talent. Eating Pan Masala won’t get you success.

Get off your ass and work for it.