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# 10: The designers have a humor all their own

I was both intrigued and perplexed. Doubtful, I'm sure my sobriety, I could only doubt the reality show unhealthy who sat before me.

chained themselves Images, sounds, too, the whole giving a mix of incredible and fantastically horribly bland, and I could not understand how a company could hope to sell this thing. Advertisements, one after another, they sold (and praised) in the greatest joys of toys frightening ugliness that could only grow to express his surprise on the shoes of his neighbor or carpet depending on the circumstances.

"The family chatting" uncommon humor? A farce?

When approaching the Christmas holidays (reminding all how happy capitalists sharing is essential at least one day a year in this life of simple human), there is only one rule: selling toys of all kinds. It is normal that the temporal proximity of the day tramps call "day of wealth", we were mistaken for turkeys and offers advertising to buy toys for our toddlers charming (I will discuss shortly the horror of having children, but one thing at a time).

However, it is difficult to admit that we can, in this same spirit, try to invent to get rich at any cost. It and television chains the horrors of the paradoxes, huge joke for us turkeys.

I assure you, to each advertisement, you are even more surprised when you look at the last. The proof of this "babysitter Barbie / Barbie dentist: you have a clear right to zoom in on the toilet bowl to see the yellow and brown become dark blue. Yes, Barbie's throne is truly filled to the brim, and you can admire the colors, however strange it may contain.

I also proposes to acquire this superb ninja costume.
But here are the striking workers of the factory that makes the humor.

What happened to reason, common sense, and design vendor? We must believe that after dating sites for ugly was born ugly toys. I tell you I'm waiting for lousy movies.

This article is short, but it is only until the next transition, which will address a current topic of the most interesting, as well as other things, and everything that follows. It helps you guess the topic, I'm sure.

This article, yes, I repeat, is short. It was necessary for my well-meaning remains a little time is intact, I talk about this horror that invades our television screens, as if the football broadcasts and people (that too will require that I speak, but there are so many hateful things on this planet ) were not enough to attack us from evil destructive waves of thought (see Omar, 3615 Voodoo, cancels the airwaves 24 hours).

soon, dear consumer.

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# 9: The art of selling his crap

Good evening, dear reader, you who read me sipping a glass of fruit juice multi-vitamin. It is certainly very surprising to me that display proudly as vulgar and devoid of class on this blog yet so wonderful. However, what other term could hang your vile provocative look hawk in search of fuss (yes, the last time, they say fuss, no buzz)? What other short and concise sentence would illustrate the topic I'm going to treat you, like a pornographic actor in front of a child in infancy? What other sentence would announce shortly and want to read anything but this demonstration science?

Well, I do not see. And even you, you'd see, I shook the tuber with a safety pin fluorescent yellow, if you'll pardon the expression. Note that discrete passage vous.

First, let's warning: Some people will perhaps accuse me of running in the loop the vinyl of my hatred towards the rest of humanity, thus playing the same tune about the same individuals and the same subjects. To those, I say no, I never specifically addressed this topic, even though I said a few bases in other articles. And also, know that I'm rocking the neon yellow with a pin tuber nurse.

Now, if I may, let me to address the subject itches fingertips: the music business. Yes, the art of selling his crap, there are also gay vampire books, movies with more special effects than dialogue and clothing that burn the eyes of people not suffering from acute blindness, but that you keep it for later, each art as it comes.

How radio created the groupie.

Truce of introduction, which I find far too long, when it is only a preface. Let me set you: You wear a leather jacket. On your shoulders, nails. Your pants ripped beats against your legs while your rangers with mismatched laces rattle noise of your footsteps. There, a person extremely intellectually evolved and spirit more open that oyster, my goodness, away to be more fresh, decided to teach you what true Music. On one arm movement more graceful than the most gracious of brown bears, he hits the keyboard of the hand. Then come out of its integrated speakers on the screen sounds very nasty, also called "low hood for a humanoid can scream insanities American interspersed with "West Coast" without musicality can not be at the rendezvous. " When

, polite and courteous, you ask this person if it would be possible to reduce somewhat the volume, if not entirely eliminating the rude chant, he replies: "But you, your music, your metal, there is noise. "

At that time, coughed a little, and

... NO! "Ma" is not called Metal music as you claim. The sounds of "my" music may not be relatives of yours, but this is nothing noise. This is music involved (but in the sense anarchist not communist), whose objective is to drive the shock in the listener and convey a certain energy. Violence in music is a permanent reference to violence in the world that surrounds the group, this company he is criticizing. Yes, 'my' musicians sing false. Yes, "my" musicians playing poorly. Yes, "my" musicians talk about other than their latest porn story. And after? The air is there, the music is there, some guitar solos are far more entrancing than Mozart's Requiem, and life appears to be different on these words that are not controlled by record companies politically-correct.

Nothing to see, it is true, with these depraved in mini-skirt and bra ripped dancing to the rhythm of their cellulite recently pumped. Their voices distorted by hours of editing to suggest they have some talent, yet non-existent, except those that exceed them generously (s?) Garment (s?).

It is true that, faced with these songs so true and original escape from every radio, singing alternately love, disappointment in love, love, generosity, love, sadness due to the love, generosity, modesty, parental divorce, love, persecution suffered by the poor star, love, and the commercial revolution (ie a revolution as violent as "all trunks on the head! W00t!"), my music is a sonic excrement.

This is an artist. No, his eyes are higher, gentlemen.
One feels that she was chosen solely for her voice, and she does
anything to defend the honor of women.

I also accept that when the ear tends toward musical geniuses such as those we hear every day, who mysteriously disappeared after an album and leave with us a little song that will not leave Our skull is so complex melody, are truly phenomenal. Nothing to do with these bands coming out albums for 20 or 30 years. Vive Le Roi Soleil and Mondotek, which can die in peace after laying a single album.

Not content to attack us in the organs of sound, this so-called music is also needed on television. We can then explore the full capacity art behind this electronic music and the voice distorted. The young woman or young man surrounded by young women, under artificial lighting, with sets overrated, singing platitudes without a name, such walks (on) in one case, a prostitute looking for a little temporary countered, and in another, a gigolo who violate seems so difficult to coax so there is already modeling their feet, or rather in his convertible (or his yacht, depending on the level of his ego).

Between these pieces of uninteresting life so erotic film, one can admire a child, probably son of the owner of the record label, singing trivial things, stupid, naive and uninteresting, or for a child or for us.

can also add to the already long list if a bunch of virtual characters 100% are only able to remix music from 70s rock to make dung dance of the 2010s, animators who had better TVs remain in their emissions instead of resuming Kiss, political parties who feel more attractive when they sing, and persuaded pimply teenagers know everything about everything, so they do not tell that the worst possible ignominy. Once again, without there being the slightest interest, both musical and intellectual behind it.

"Hello, I'm Lady Gaga. No, nothing to do with the previous
: me, my world and I really
my style to me. Yes, yes. Ok, then I forgot everything at home. "

So maybe "my" music is noise to your ears hooked to what the consumer society forces you to be confused with real music, but it at least has the merit of not being there to sell but to change things. This

said, back to our starting scene. You can now break the keypad on the face of the happy fool who dared to disrespect him pin your rangers (they must be useful) in the face and once on the ground, reminding him that when you want rest, you listen to Vivaldi.

Oh, and if you think that I've not seen, know that if. Stop listening to your radio when I say, finally.

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# 8: The vampires' s bo is the most

Overwhelmed by stereotypes, I was repeatedly called "satanic", "Gothic" and "Robert Pattinson. In Indeed, it would seem that I have some physical similarities with the waste at the Hollywood actor's close to that of a parrot died and stuffed by a taxidermist addicted to illicit substances.

Notwithstanding the annoying side of this comparison inappropriate, this pushed me again to wonder about one question: why does it now make any choupinounets vampires gentlemen who would not hurt a fly, have the empathy and love for their neighbor and help human maidens feel good about themselves?

First, a return to sources is required, then open the red book failed to present humanity which prefers to refer to Wikipedia without ever verifying the veracity of the information that they are pumping with the force an elephant to an oasis.

According to the encyclopedia "Little Cambridge" (which has the temerity to display a grammatical mistake of the most shocking, admitting the hypothesis that a redhead could be "small"): Vampire nm (all . Vampir, of Slavic). 1. Death which would have the ability to exit from the grave to suck the blood of the living and bring them to his service. 2. Fig. person who enriched the work of other ... short who cares.

Nosferatu, a vampire who has not found the audience of Twilight ...

A vampire is by definition a death that comes out of his grave to feast on human blood and turn them into slaves. Where is it written that a vampire is beautiful? Where is it written that a vampire has feelings? Where is it written that belongs to a vampire clan? Where is it written that a vampire likes beating up werewolves? Nowhere. A vampire is supposed to feed on blood, period.

Gradually, the vampire has evolved so that today, bringing together everything that we seen everywhere together, you get this: "Vampire nm (German Vampir, of Slavic) . Man who has pale skin reaction to sunlight, is canon in 95% of cases, is wet virgins experiencing feelings more worthy of hypersensitive homosexuals, and is so uber beefy Popeye. Some also say they fear the crucifix, silver, garlic, sleep in coffins, are 300% immortal, are satanic, and listen to the dark metal of the Dead Which Kills your fuckin 'Ears (called DMDKE). NOTE: The vampires are also participating in Secret Story when they are bored. "

Suppose that a large part of any this is true, how a vampire can love a person without directly from a psychiatric hospital for creatures of the night? I mean a vampire falling in love with a pre-pubescent girl (for even aged thousands of years, they still prefer teens discomfort, this band Pedobear in power) is equivalent a senior falls in love with a steak.

Pedobear explaining how vampires
choose their girlfriends: no more than 7 + (your age) / 2

No kidding, personally, when I see a cow which later became a steak, I do not want to marry him, I just want to look ruminating time it ends on my plate. And if the largest non-miracle, I became a hunter to kill for food, I do not think I'd end up with the couple, said cow. I should eat like a vampire sucking the blood of a human without getting to trim the fat end with.

Why? Why do these old people hundreds or thousands of years, organized, totally unknown to the world, they find themselves clinging to the arm of an ordinary girl whose life is not worth a nail and whose speeches are so-nian nian they have already had to undergo no one knows how many times, knowing full well that it is only going to serve their rotting existence?

Well the answer is simple: the vampire equivalent of being a homosexual, and being super super too mysterious and too romantic, he is the idol of mindless little girls who do not understand that there are many people capable of talk with pretty words, and be just as romantic. Because yes, it exists in the world who can speak.

Fig. 1: What a human sees

Fig. 2: What I see a vampire

However, on leaving the cinema broadcasting Twilight (the movie where the vampire hanging from a rope in broad daylight could act as a disco ball for disco night on Friday) our young women are taking the bus, and they assault someone to relax . And if someone responds by talking like them soft Edward, they laugh, ask him to speak French, a little insulting and go fantasizing about the existence of vampires stupid enough to love.

Do vampires exist? Lord, I hope for them than not.

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