If you want to people in front of the televisions instead of rioting in the streets, you can't do it with reruns of Gilligan's Island. You know, Gilligan's Island? (hums theme) Yeah, the one with the boat.
Kalik: Amusement is prohibited. It's purposeless. Pletrac: Zarb is considering lifting that restriction. The latest thinking is that the latest outbreak of violence among the functionaries is caused through lack of amusement.
The people are hungry for more than just food: they crave distractions, and if we don't provide them, they will create their own. And their distractions are likely to end with us being torn to pieces. A royal wedding would be much safer, wouldn't you say?
Go back to bed, America. Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America. Your government is in control again. Here. Here's American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up. Go back to bed, America. Here is American Gladiators. Here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom. Here you go, America! You are free to do as we tell you!
Citizens fear that the unknown will be worse than the known: a foreign philosophy, a strange religion, or perhaps society breaking down to anarchy...and people may be loyal to the idea, or to the ideals, of a nation or empire, even when the reality is tarnished.
— GURPS Space, sidebar: "Why People Support Rotten Empires"'''
100. Finally, to keep my subjects permanently locked in a mindless trance, I will provide each of them with free unlimited Internet access. 188. I will funnel some of my ill-gotten gains into urban renewal projects. Although slums add a quaint and picturesque quality to any city, they too often contain unexpected allies for heroes. 208. Members of my Legion of Terror will attend seminars on Sensitivity Training. It's good public relations for them to be kind and courteous to the general population when not actively engaged in sowing chaos and destruction.
Every Pats fan derives SO MUCH of their own self-worth from the Patriots' perennial success. It's really a scourge too because you have all these shitheads who never left their own hometowns and who really ought to be thinking about self-betterment or at the VERY LEAST coming to the realization that they're worthless just straight sitting on top of the fucking world. Like life is just perfect when you set aside those two divorces and looming foreclosure, tie on a nice 7-beer buzz at 8am and swerve down Route 1 to Patriot Place! These people are on fucking Cloud 9 because Mr. Kraft ('Mr. Kraft!' We actually call him that!) stumbled into a top-5 in the history of forever quarterback in the sixth round.
The Patriots direct deposit hundreds of thousands of dollars into a quadruple murderer's checking account every two weeks.
We've given a cat a media empire complete with endless merchandise, a New York Times Bestseller, an agent and a movie deal that will no doubt produce a film on par with the classic Garfield: A Tail of Two Kitties, the Casablanca of movies about cats with a single personality trait... 2013 was the year we took the Internet, with its near infinite content and potential, and decided to declare a frowning cat its God. When Grumpy Cat appeared at SXSW this year she drew a bigger crowd than some of the finest creative minds of our age. Does that worry you? Because it damn well should.
Hmm, come to think of it, maybe The Walking Dead isn't sci-fi. Maybe it's some kind of allegory for America's inevitable future under the false dichotomies that dominate political conversation, the pissing matches between elites carried over from the dorms of Choate and Andover. If those who don't subscribe to the Punch and Judy show don't start speaking up, it may yet come to pass.
Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses.
For instance, take this supposed big phenomenon that swept the country in the 1970s, the 'Culture of Narcissism', and the 'Me Generation' and so on. I'm just convinced that that whole thing was crafted by the public relations industry to tell mainly young people, 'Look, this is who you are—you don't care about all this solidarity and sympathy and helping people...You don't want to achieve anything, all you want to do is consume more.