Eternal Sunshine of an Ignorant Mind
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
A highly fuck-the-author worthy account of Anna Hazare's campaign
You fall into one of the following kinds. You, not me.
The first kind worships Anna Hazare's campaign because it is the only way they will ever get to be in a (facebook)group that has hot, DU-activist/Xaviers-journalist typish chicks. One can recognize these types by looking for Gandhi caps, blue badges, let-us-buttfuck-the-tricolour souvenirs at socials or social networks.
The second kind who hate Anna Hazare's campaign because being a contrarian is a really cool thing to do. These are the ones who usually link to contrarian-ish articles and 'completely agree' with everything that sounds different from everything that is being 'completely agreed to' by others.
The third kind who support Anna Hazare because too many people are being anti Anna, thus being anti-anti Anna is the new contrarian cool thing to do.
The fourth kind who are anti-anti-anti Anna because of the rise in numbers of the third kind.
The fifth kind who are anti-anti-anti-anti Anna...
The sixth group who are anti-anti(6 times) Anna...
And so on, forming a series of increasingly desperate groups consisting of increasingly desperate people, each trying his best to make himself heard, differently, each trying to second guess the other. Not merely a witty status message, but one that is obscure enough to pass off as original. Not just a slogan, but one that cements his position as a truly smart person who more women should be fucking.
It is interesting to see where and when this series converges, if it converges at all. Or do we get into this infinite self-referntial loopy situation where the marginal cost of the addition of one to an existing layer produces another outer layer that contradicts its nearest inner layer neighbour.
In his highly readable "Haunted", Chuck Palahniuk (or rather, Miss America(or rather, slick guy in pink shirt)) talks about everyone's desire to be the person behind the camera behind the camera behind the camera... (ad infinitum), giving the last and the final truth. "We all want to be the one standing farthest back. The one who gets to say what’s good or bad. Right or wrong." To have the appearance of a wise, paitent asshole who doesn't have the balls to stand in front of line but has the audacity to try and be part of progressively hopeful layers of contrarian possibilities. An attention craving whore, a second guessing asshole.
And isn't that all that we are doing? And isn't that all that I am doing? What exactly is the point of this blogpost? Is it adding any more or any less value to the whole issue of fighting corruption than putting up online status messages, staging peaceful protests, sending text messages, fasting? And yet, if I hadn't included this paragraph, wouldn't you have completely agreed with me? Wouldn't I have come across as 'truly' different from the rest? A WOW signal amidst a sea of bullshit? Would you not have fucked me?
And who is to say that I didn't include the last paragraph to be even more unique, more fuckable?
And who is to say that I didn't include the last line to be even more unique, more fuckable?
And who is to say that I didn't include the last line to be even more unique, more fuckable?
And who is to say...
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The first kind worships Anna Hazare's campaign because it is the only way they will ever get to be in a (facebook)group that has hot, DU-activist/Xaviers-journalist typish chicks. One can recognize these types by looking for Gandhi caps, blue badges, let-us-buttfuck-the-tricolour souvenirs at socials or social networks.
The second kind who hate Anna Hazare's campaign because being a contrarian is a really cool thing to do. These are the ones who usually link to contrarian-ish articles and 'completely agree' with everything that sounds different from everything that is being 'completely agreed to' by others.
The third kind who support Anna Hazare because too many people are being anti Anna, thus being anti-anti Anna is the new contrarian cool thing to do.
The fourth kind who are anti-anti-anti Anna because of the rise in numbers of the third kind.
The fifth kind who are anti-anti-anti-anti Anna...
The sixth group who are anti-anti(6 times) Anna...
And so on, forming a series of increasingly desperate groups consisting of increasingly desperate people, each trying his best to make himself heard, differently, each trying to second guess the other. Not merely a witty status message, but one that is obscure enough to pass off as original. Not just a slogan, but one that cements his position as a truly smart person who more women should be fucking.
It is interesting to see where and when this series converges, if it converges at all. Or do we get into this infinite self-referntial loopy situation where the marginal cost of the addition of one to an existing layer produces another outer layer that contradicts its nearest inner layer neighbour.
In his highly readable "Haunted", Chuck Palahniuk (or rather, Miss America(or rather, slick guy in pink shirt)) talks about everyone's desire to be the person behind the camera behind the camera behind the camera... (ad infinitum), giving the last and the final truth. "We all want to be the one standing farthest back. The one who gets to say what’s good or bad. Right or wrong." To have the appearance of a wise, paitent asshole who doesn't have the balls to stand in front of line but has the audacity to try and be part of progressively hopeful layers of contrarian possibilities. An attention craving whore, a second guessing asshole.
And isn't that all that we are doing? And isn't that all that I am doing? What exactly is the point of this blogpost? Is it adding any more or any less value to the whole issue of fighting corruption than putting up online status messages, staging peaceful protests, sending text messages, fasting? And yet, if I hadn't included this paragraph, wouldn't you have completely agreed with me? Wouldn't I have come across as 'truly' different from the rest? A WOW signal amidst a sea of bullshit? Would you not have fucked me?
And who is to say that I didn't include the last paragraph to be even more unique, more fuckable?
And who is to say that I didn't include the last line to be even more unique, more fuckable?
And who is to say that I didn't include the last line to be even more unique, more fuckable?
And who is to say...
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