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"We're Positive About The Negative"

A May E-dition

(C) Copyright 2002 Anti-Press   All Rights Reserved

 

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* Meet the New Bogeyman *


Communism.

The ultimate menace.  Just invoking that name would strike fear in the 
average American.  The 1950s.  McCarthyism.  The black list.  The enemy 
lurked among us, trying to weaken and destroy our moral fiber with race music 
and fluoridated water.  That guy next to you -- he looks normal but he could 
be one of Them.

But your government will protect you from Communism.  Just believe what it 
says without question.

A propaganda film sponsored by the government, using cartoon animation to 
show Communism spreading over the globe like a red virus.  Anyone who fell 
under that Redness was instantly transformed into a thought-controlled slave, 
following orders without question.  Communism is monolithic, transforming all 
under its spell into an uber-mind against democracy.

The 1980s.  Our mentally-challenged leader, President Ronald Reagan, brings 
back the good old days of the 1950s -- by telling his children, the American 
public, that the monster is still out there, it's going to get you.  But the 
truth was that Communism wasn't monolithic; sometimes the Red Chinese and the 
Russians would get pissed off at each other.  Our morally-challenged leader, 
President Richard Nixon, had gone to China, playing that country off Russia.

The so-called "Evil Empire" -- Reagan's pet name for the Soviet Union -- 
wasn't invincible.  The Russian people caused the totalitarian system to fall 
apart by allowing decay to set in, the same kind of inner rot that supposedly 
threatened the United States. The Russian folk drank, indulging in 
alcoholism.  They fugged off at work, resulting in low production, ruining 
the financial plans of their masters.  They, not Ronald Reagan, brought down 
the Soviet Union, through passive resistance.

Time passes and America is at the top of the heap.  A superpower without 
equal.  But also a country without a bogeyman to make its citizens fall in 
line with its bullshit.

Until 9/11.  The 1950s are back again.

Instead of a Red virus spreading over the world, a young girl speaks into the 
camera.  Faithfully reading the script, she explains how she went to the mall 
today, bought a new dress, saw a movie, and then helped some terrorists blow 
up some innocent people in another country.

The Message is flashed on the boob tube: STOP TERRORISM.  DON'T BUY DRUGS.

Originally the TeeVee spot was supposed to show news footage of the planes 
crashing into the World Trade towers.  But the government decided that was 
stretching the truth too much, tying in those specific horrendous acts with 
some pimply-faced kid buying a joint.  They decided to run ads that were 
murky, not too detailed, to escape criticism.

Hey, we're against terrorism, the killing of innocent people by a political 
entity to advance its self-centered cause.  But as an American citizen you 
can do much more to stop the spread of terrorism around the world than not 
buy drugs.

It's simple.

Don't pay your taxes.



* Shuffling and Shilling for Evil *


"Welcome to Verizon - cha-cha-cha."

James Earl Jones dances on our TeeVee screen for a phone company commercial.  
If you don't recognize his face, you will his voice.  He has been an 
announcer for the Cable News Network ("This is CNN.")  In the Disney animated 
movie the "Lion King" he vocalized the role of King Mufasa.     

Also, when we dial the operator for our phone service, James Earl Jones' 
deep, distinctive voice greets us.  OK, that gig doesn't bother us.  But his 
TeeVee ads are offensive.  There he is, hamming it up, dancing and telling us 
what a great bunch of people are behind Verizon.  Sure.  A great bunch of 
bastards.

We ain't a Rockefeller.  We have a limited income and try to make ends meet.  
Over the years we've had go-arounds with the phone company and its various 
incarnations: NYNEX, Bell Atlantic, and now Verizon.  We would get behind on 
our bill, then receive a threatening note to pay up or else.  "THIS IS YOUR 
FINAL NOTICE."  Really.  It's the only notice you send.  You don't send us a 
warning notice like "Please try to pay your bill; the balance is too high."  
No, you just jump out of the dark and try to work us over in the thuggee 
tradition.

So we call your office and make a payment arrangement, so much per month, 
until we reach a reasonable balance and you get off our backs.  It's not like 
we personally owe the freakin' national debt, Verizon.  You'll get eventually 
paid but little items like rent and food have priority.

Of course, those ads with James Earl Jones don't come cheap.  He probably 
takes top dollar to sell out.  We know the charge on our phone bill pays for 
more than the maintenance of Verizon's communication service.  Most of it is 
probably squandered on superfluous public relations agencies, fancy offices, 
high-priced lawyers, and overpriced TeeVee commercials.  It's interesting 
that Verizon needs our money to tell others that they're great humanitarians, 
friends of mankind.  Why doesn't Verizon spend more on better service?  You 
know, hiring people who know how to treat customers fairly.  

Anyway, during the most recent dust-up, we've been paying the agreed-upon 
amount per month and still Verizon sent our name to a collection agency, even 
though the payment arrangement was supposed to prevent this.  Thanks to our 
answering machine we can screen our calls.  Lately we've been getting a lot 
of hang-ups and we don't think they're all from telemarketers.

Already Verizon has yanked our long distance service.  Of course, we hardly 
ever use long distance, thanks to email.  We went out and got a calling card 
for those rare occasions when need long distance service.  And there are all 
sorts of 800 numbers we can still access.  The main reason we need a phone is 
to connect to the Net and even then the city library offers public access 
computers.  Finally, there's the option of signing up with a local phone 
company that shouldn't treat us like poor subhuman scum.  Verizon: Go Fuck 
Thyself. 

It's ironical is that James Earl Jones, a black man, is shilling for a 
company that treats us and many others as second-class citizens.  It is a 
color issue, not one of pigmentation, but socioeconomic status: being judged 
on the amount of green in your bank account.  Verizon is aware of our limited 
financial means.  We wonder if we were Enron if we would be treated this way. 
 While Verizon is hassling us for less than $60, the company is probably 
turning a blind eye to thousands -- maybe millions -- of dollars in phone 
bills owed by major corporations. We would like to review Verizon's billing 
records to see how they deal with low-income customers and Big Business 
clients.  We'll bet the corporations -- which are legal "entities" -- get 
better treatment over us real folk.

Dance, James Earl Jones, dance.  Act like a big buddy to the TeeVee audience, 
telling us how great Verizon is.  Don't forget whom you're serving, those 
rich shareholders hiding in the shadows, most of them whiteys with blue-blood 
coursing in their hearts, cold blue blood.  When we pick up the phone and 
hear your voice, we think about your most famous voice-role, the "Star Wars" 
villain Darth Vader.  Vader, representing evil, black on the outside, white 
on the inside, every atom corrupted by the Dark Side.

Black and white.  Yin and Yang.  James Earl Jones, the dancing yin-yang.
   



* Hey, Doorknob: Get A Doorknob! *


We're sitting outside the Cubbyhole Café, talking with a friend, when three 
well-dressed young men walk up and try to sell us a business proposition 
called Mormonism.

Religion is like business: you've got a product and you're competing for your 
market share.  So you send out your sales people to draw in more customers.

We politely told the Mormons that we weren't interested and so they left.  We 
did wonder why there were three of them since they usually travel in pairs, 
not as a trio.  Then we realized that the third one was probably a district 
manager and the other two were his trainees.

Well, that DM better come up with a better approach to work a new territory.  
For example, we were glancing at a book about the wonders of Multi-Level 
Marketing, how one can make a million "friends" by getting them involved in a 
pyramid scheme.  This book stated that there was nothing wrong with a pyramid 
structure for an organization; after all, the federal government uses such a 
structure, a few people on top serving many below them.  Yeah.  We all know 
how HONEST our government can be, especially with the suckers on the bottom 
of the pyramid.

Anyway, the book mentioned how one MLM genius would set up total strangers 
for her pitch.  She went to a hardware store and purchased a doorknob, brass, 
wood, usually a fancy crystal one.  She would take it with her wherever she 
went, laying it in plain view in a restaurant or on a plane.  Of course, an 
unsuspecting fish would ask her about it.  With a smile she would reply that 
the doorknob was to remind her to tell others that the door of opportunity 
could open for anyone, especially with her business.

So we hope the next proselytizer who walks up to us puts a doorknob on the 
table.  You know, something different than the old "Have you thought about 
God?" line.

Then, we can pull out our 357 Magnum and lay it right next to his doorknob.



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