Thursday, July 30, 2015

Buckle Up, Bitches

Ladies and gentlemen, please re-board the Outrage Du Jour express now loading on Track Two. Our present stay over in Zimbabwe where we covered the killing of Cecil the lion is coming to an end. But you'll be pleased to know our engineer is scanning the news to find another sensational story that will both captivate and appall your sense of propriety.
Perhaps we'll stop by a Coca Cola factory where you can carry placards denouncing this beverage giant for destroying Western civilization with its sugar-engorged soda. Maybe a famous cook said something 30+ years ago and can now be crucified for it? Or a swing by Buckingham Palace could be in order where we can demand an explanation why a future queen at age seven was seen apparently raising her arm in a Nazi salute 80 years ago?
Last call - All aboard! Buckle up bitches, relax and the Outrage of the Day will whisk you off to a location where you can raise your BP via righteous indignation and reset the moral compass for the world. Remember, you need not do anything of your own volition because we will decide how you will spend your ire - just as our name implies. As always, newspapers, magazines, radios etc. will be confiscated as you take your seats. Watch the viewing screen on the back of the seat in front of you and you will be force fed a non-stop feed that will be sure to offend and exasperate you. Shove that nipple in your mouth, latch on and suck away. You know you cannot resist the sweet, dripping nectar of a news item that rushes through your senses like a shot of cocaine coursing its way into your veins - precisely like the media dictates. Please discard your used syringe in the proper receptacles.
Finally, management hopes you enjoy the ride. Soon your reactions will flood social media with your posts & comments, just like those of tens- and hundreds of thousands of other travelers. It's all about harmony, right? Everyone beating the same drum, to the same tune, all marching in step with one another. We LOVE the sound of jack-booted, mirror-imaged minions marching in step, with no variation or individual thought process visible.
Thank you for your continued patronage.


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