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This is the news for the go-go television generation.
This is the truth burnished like youth.
Do you believe in the politician speaking, your burden they will relieve, no longer will you have to talk, fast food, fast words to eat: the sound-bites.
Pressing the button on your remote control: the electron revolving around your soul, see the press conference.
Don’t blink; this is how you should think, have no mind, have no eyes, hear no sounds, do not disseminate the words. The pictures you have seen, this is your dream, the image revealed on your television screen.
The static: the thoughts in your mind Ecstatic -
The politician is preaching, promising you redemption from yourself — your capacity to think. The new messiah, the man in a white suit pledges to clean your soul of all corruption, is the theme for this election.
He will take responsibility for your indiscretions: no more adultery and vice. He will clear up your lice and make sure that you are gleaming bright.
Shining with seductive eyes — for you are another commodity to buy.
On the shelf, you will have to do nothing for yourself. Your free will you can dispel, everything has been prepared, your choice of which brand to buy, your life advertised — and for sale. Today there is price reduction education, the family, health, whatever, the promises of the one in your living room.
We are sat around the breakfast table eating the candied cereals that rot our teeth and insides. Still, we enjoy the high we get from the sugar rush.
