Listen, I'm taking my shot...
BANG! SLAM! CRASH! KER_POW!
Very few Americans saw a breast. In fact, they didn't SEE anything.
Americans sat down and ate themselves silly, while getting excited about commercials, because they thought (think) that's what they are supposed to do.
Some people vehemently did NOT watch the SB, because in a desperate attempt at exercising individual choice, they wanted to NOT do what they were told. However, most of them just conformed to the other camp we've been told to pick from. IE: Those who love the bowl, and those who hate it (but still have to pay attention to it so they can relate stories of what they hated, and how much).
My "noises" at the top there, are what the American public saw. The public fully expected to see things flying around, preening charicturatures of real people, and things flashing and popping. That's what they were told to accept, and what they did.
No one saw Apaches as vehicles of death.
I'd like to quickly add, that I'm not making a value judgment on the Apaches as vehicles designed to kill, that's just what they are.
The American public has been trained to like, and with terrorists around, love and unquestioningly accept anything military; that especially includes the hardware.
The American public did not see vehicles designed and produced to kill other human beings from the air. They saw flying things.
Like a cat chasing a flashlight's beam, they were mesmerized.
America saw:
--Play National Anthem
--display emotion
--look at pretty girl making nice singing
--LOOK! flying things!
--put beer down, repeat media sound bite to friends referencing how we must stop those _________.
--friends agree
--nice singing getting louder
--finish singing
--E A T.
The halftime show was more of the same. There were no meaningful references, just shiny things people recognize. (I hesitate to even use "recognize," that implies cognition. I suppose "find familiar" could be more appropriate for what I'm saying.)
The problem was not the breast, it was the interruption in the expected series of events.
The shiny loud things were supposed to do "A," then "B," then "C." All in nice digestible, thoughtless chunks.
Then out came the boob.
--FEEDY THING FOR BABIES!
--SEX THING! LIKE I SAW IN VIDEO!!!
This series of thoughts broke down the expectations, and upset those briefly roused from food induced comas.
<i>That's what people are pissed about.</i>
The shiny things didn't do what was expected/suggested.
For me, I have trouble deciding which it is I'm terrified of.
Is it:
Americans are actually terrified of a human body part?
or...
Americans are terrified of the shiny things not moving as planned?
or...
Americans lives are actually so devoid of meaningful events that we are desperately grabbing anything we can and making it meaningful.
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I can sum up the clash of religion in one sentence:
"My Invisible Friend is better than your Invisible Friend."
Last edited by billege; 02-06-2004 at 02:43 AM..
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