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Thomas Vorce reporting from Grass Valley, CA
Friday, July 16, 2004
There seems to be two ways that my credulity is stretched to the limit in recent informations. One is the human problem; the senseless slaughter and reckless concern for the welfare of humanity. The other is the shear size of the graft taking place that supports this one eyed looting of the future. The volume of it forces me to shut down my suspension of disbelief. That's what they said audiences should do in movies; suspend their disbelief. Have you ever stopped to think of what the legality of this really might be? The temptations of diligence to turn a phrase or delete an inference to accomplish a pre-determined end with such a glutiness spoils system guaranteeing unthinkable lucre for a blind eyed nod.
I began to lose interest in movies because it took so many extras and special effects to convince me of the film’s reality. I found myself adding up the cost of a film before I was convinced of its story. All that pyro technics costs a fortune.
A million here, a billion there and now they talk of trillions. That used to be the amount of light years it would take to get to the furthest star. Do all these numbers go up someone's nose in Vegas, or down a diva's cleavage at the Met? How many second homes do you need?
When is enough, enough? With a pandemic of obesity in the USA it becomes a little difficult to be blaze when you have a genocide here and an epidemic there. I know it's hard to rectify this but do we have to get stuffed because we don't want to know how bad it really is? There are a lot of ugly things happening out there on the other side of the entertainment industry and it doesn’t take the Hubble telescope to find them. It would help if more of you folks who are trying to escape would stop cocooning and act less like a predictable demographic and more like a citizen and take governance back from those who are entertaining you to death.
I began to lose interest in movies because it took so many extras and special effects to convince me of the film’s reality. I found myself adding up the cost of a film before I was convinced of its story. All that pyro technics costs a fortune.
A million here, a billion there and now they talk of trillions. That used to be the amount of light years it would take to get to the furthest star. Do all these numbers go up someone's nose in Vegas, or down a diva's cleavage at the Met? How many second homes do you need?
When is enough, enough? With a pandemic of obesity in the USA it becomes a little difficult to be blaze when you have a genocide here and an epidemic there. I know it's hard to rectify this but do we have to get stuffed because we don't want to know how bad it really is? There are a lot of ugly things happening out there on the other side of the entertainment industry and it doesn’t take the Hubble telescope to find them. It would help if more of you folks who are trying to escape would stop cocooning and act less like a predictable demographic and more like a citizen and take governance back from those who are entertaining you to death.
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