OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 4: Gilded Cage

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A cage

Whether silver, gold, or platinum

Or wrought iron

Is still a cage

Do not follow

The edicts of charismatic cons

Do not strive to become

What others have told you that you must be

Do not wait on a messiah

Who may be centuries away

Or a boogeyman conjured

To keep people compliant

Only you can set you free

Do not let what advertisers tell you
You must be in order to be "beautiful"
Keep you locked away
Closed off from the world

Don't let the quest for silver and gold
Trap you in a crate of greed
Until your need for wealth
Becomes more a coffin than a birdcage

Only you can set you free

~Cie~

Song Inspiration:

The Cheese Grates It: My Resolution to Minimize Body-Shaming Psychic Attacks

Per my resolution to minimize the amount of toxic, ignorant, psychic attacks negatively impacting my life, I kicked the radio station which had been my primary choice to the curb following an onslaught of weight loss surgery ads and the afternoon DJ making the inane remark that "exercising makes you feel thinner. This is especially true for women." 

I now have the radio in the Forester permanently tuned to the publicly funded jazz station. I have satellite radio in the Fusion, which tends to be on one of the 70's or 80's stations or the Underground Garage. They don't blather on and on about bullshit calculated to offend and shame people with non-optimal appearances: bigger people, older people, women who aren't conventionally attractive.

 It's a huge relief to be able to do my job and have some music to keep me from dying of boredom without some stupid advertisement or idiot remark from one of the DJ's raising my blood pressure multiple times during my shift. I've thought about writing a letter to the radio station, but I doubt it would do any good.  

I hope one day we will have a world where a radio station playing such toxic advertising would be flooded by emails rebuking them. 

People deserve to live their lives without being constantly reminded that they are seen as undesirable thanks to the constant brainwashing by mega-corporations hell-bent on taking their money.

Advertising is usually a form of attack rather than an informative medium.

It's time to stop kowtowing to the Frankenstein monster which was in no small part created by behaviorist John B. Watson. Watson was a bit of a shit in any case. He was unscrupulous in his experimentation on vulnerable subjects. 

We need to learn to think for ourselves rather than allowing advertisers to mold our beliefs.

~The Cheese Hath Grated It~

The Century of the Self

 I just purchased this set of videos and may discuss them further once I've had a chance to view them. I chose to post about the concepts on this blog, although I could just have well have posted them on Crazy Town in Looney Land or Sly Fawkes.

I wanted to discuss this kind of brainwashing from the perspective of what it does to a person's soul. Most advertising is a form of psychic attack. Much of it is loud and aggressive. There is an implication that if you are not some sort of perfect being, you are not just ordinary, you are a loser. But you can stop being a loser if only you will utilize certain products.

It's frightening how easy it is to make people buy into these ideas. Many people have ceased to think for themselves. They want someone else to tell them what to do. They want someone to give them a product that will make them eternally beautiful, glamorous, and desirable. They want to have the right products to make them the envy as others. Only if they are wearing the right clothes and driving the right car while talking on the right smart phone can they truly be cool.

In the world of advertising, thinking is not cool.

In order to save ourselves from becoming mindless sheeple, we need to stop worrying about being cool.

Don't do what everybody else does.

Do what is right.

It is better to walk alone than to follow the crowd to your doom.

I haven't had television in my house in over a year. I don't miss being bombarded by ads telling me what a wretch I am one single bit.

~Cie~