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Posted on 2007.04.16 at 22:00

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Renegade
leonardii at 2007-05-26 14:04 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Pogonotrophy:

The Matrix has you now.
"Ignorance is bliss. I don't want to remember nothin' NOTHING! And I want to be rich - y'know, somebody important... like an actor."

Wait a minute - scratch that last part. I think [most] actors are the most overpaid blight of our great American society. They spend millions on garbage, $250,000 outfits that can be worn only once, and they live such a ridiculously pampered lifestyle while other people IN AMERICA and all over the world are slowly starving to death in squalor, extreme poverty, and living in perpetual government bullshit bureaucracy (I'm talking about wounded veterans).

I would love to see their faces as they take a tour with me through the Dallas VA - seeing men who defended their liberty by giving up useful body parts. They spend hours of their very un-pampered days just waiting in line to see a doctor who can try and help rid their lives of a little pain. Actors have doctors at their beck and call to remove every blemish, wrinkle, and otherwise normal signs of the aging process. They polish their teeth to a blinding, unnatural white - and they have personal chefs, trainers, dog walkers, maids, nannies, a person to hand them a pen, another person to take the pen from their hand, a person to wash each other their precious toes and fingers. It's just sickening.

Sorry... needed to vent a little there. Venting is good.

No my friend, the Matrix does not have hold of me yet. I still see reality through mine own eyes and my own self consciousness.

I believe that many actors were real, common people at one point. What happens after they get on the Big Screen. Is there some kind of "Stepford Actor's" society that changes them into self-worshiping robots?

Oh, the humanity I see everyday. And live through it. Yes, we have to survive, we have to move on. We manage.

"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep..."

--From The Tempest (IV, i, 156-157)
--Shakespeare
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