Why the Corporations want you to buy cars to drive with foreign oil for spending on keeping us docile and spied on
by Daniella A. Apple, Naomi Klein stalker
So the Amerikkkan government wants to spend money on bigwig fatcat plutocrats who run car companies. Funny. I thought the car companies were the government! Oh well. I’m sure it will all turn out great for the little guy and the environment. I’m being sarcastic.
The other day I was out at the landfill looking for art and being a genius when a thought occurred to me. What if we took all the stocks and bonds in the world and just threw them in the landfill? Then people — the real people — could be rich and the Corporations with their mind control minerals would have to start listening to us because then they’d be sorry! Also then the stocks could be art, and that would make the world a better place.
Anyway, it will never happen because it is too easy. I know because whenever I go to town council to tell them of my mind ideas, they never listen. They say it is “too hard” or “too expensive” or “too fucking insane” but you can tell they are just afraid. The only thing we fear is the unknown. And Norwegians.
So I hear you ask, “What about the car companies?” Stop speaking to me in my head! Make the voices go away!
Also I heard there is a man who invented a car that runs on air and he was killed by the car Corporations! I worry that my technology to get paid when people think about my art work will get me killed by Dick Cheney. Funny. He will never get past my pet companion guardian cats.
Anyway, I think we need to stop driving cars for the environment. I don’t drive anyway because I can’t get a license and afford a car, and also because I am an environmentalist. If everybody followed my lead we would have no crisis! Just an environment and art!
So just say “no” to the car Corporations! Especially the ones run by Dick Cheney!
.: Tags: daniella a. apple, norwegians, paranoia, politics :.
December 12th, 2008 at 7:40 pm
Wow, Daniella had about 0.25 of a valid point in there, which is some sort of record, innit?