Stunning/Brave
Courageous. So courageous!
But I won't cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world
I will learn to survive
Ordinary World, Duran Duran
The man.
The mean man.
The mean man with the money.
The TV said the man with the money was mean. He makes the TV sad and angry. I don’t like it when the TV hurts. I must make the TV happy again.
Nobody loves the TV like I do. I would do anything to make it feel better. But what can I do?
Wait.
What’s this? The TV knows I want to help. It’s giving me suggestions: Must hurt the mean man with the money the way he’s hurt the TV. Again, I’m filled with uncertainty and indecision.
Again, the TV offers its wisdom.
I’ve done it.
I’ve taught that mean man with the money a lesson he won’t ever forget. I’m a revolutionary. Nobody has ever been as heroic as me. The TV rejoices at my stunning bravery.
Things are for sure going to be different from now on.
No.
No!
No, no, no, NO!
This can’t be happening! It’s not possible!
The TV promised that the mean man with the money is Voldemort and I’m Harry Potter! The TV promised that I could vanquish The Dark Lord.
The TV promised that if I stuck my grubby hand up my fat ass and wiped it up and down the side of the mean man’s evil product it would destroy him.
He’s supposed to go bankrupt! He’s supposed to be defeated!
But his wicked, fugly face is still on the TV; rejoicing in his racism and sexism and misogyny and xenophobia and homophobia and ableism and ageism and all the other -isms and -phobias that totally exist. And now I’m on the screen next to him, with my beefy arm stuck in my saggy pants before slathering it all over one of his fascist products.
The TV has betrayed me! The TV never warned me it was possible that I could be caught brown-handed!
I hear sirens in the distance. I see flashing blue lights getting closer. The fascist enforcers of the fascist laws that protect the fascist mean man with the money are coming for me.
What do I do?! How do I get myself out of this?
The TV clicks off with a devilish wink.
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Crude, but I like your satirical, political pieces.
I always thought "shit for brains" was just a metaphor - but now I am no longer sure... 5/5 commentary.