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You saw it on TV. Young girl getting "dressed up" who ends up looking more quirky and individualistic than she probably hoped, drinks a coke, then violently removes her "fancy" clothes and reapplies her Abercrombie& Fitch uniform of drawstring cargo pants and a tres-ce-moment baseball shirt, her hair combed out straight. Ahhh! Now she's ready to meet her friends and GUESS WHAT? She looks EXACTLY LIKE THEM! Cue Twilight Zone music. Does anyone remember that Twilight Zone in which a teenage girl resists getting the tres-ce-moment procedure of getting her appearance altered to match one of the two or three models in a book? She wants to retain her individuality. But they work on her and by the end, she not only has the procedure, but is unable to conceal her enthusiasm. "And the best thing about it is," she gushes to her identical best friend, "I look JUST LIKE YOU!"

Coke wants their message to be "Just be yourself! Drink Coke!" but their well-greased advertisers can't resist the real message of this ad...

B U Y  N O T H I N G

Life is cheap and getting cheaper

CEO

Our country is a business. It is more profitable to the few to sell technology to the willing "consumer," even if that consumer is likely to turn around and use it against us. It is more profitable to flood the plutonium market even if that means discounting other, less stable countries' surplus cache of plutonium, a viable money-making enterprise for a country on the edge of chaos. It's just business, baby. Just bringing it all back home.

Of course, it's tough to believe any of the homilies splashed across the front pages anymore. Not because of the shape of the news, but because newspapers, too, are a business, most of them owned by hostile conglomerates (hostile, that is, to the people, not to the CEO).

You do not want to believe

The Littleton shooters are a product. The product was created by an environment in which kids have been pimped out as the final capitalist frontier. Ask any advertising hotshot where the money is and he'll tell you: Generation Y. They have the money because their parents -- lovely yuppies of the 70s and 80s, give it to them instead of giving them the time of day. All the flushed, passionate anti-TV-violence, anti-video-game, anti-subversive-music, anti-everything-kids-like-to-do armchair "realists" skate on the ice but can't penetrate the central issue. The media is a tool to take your money and pump it into some sly, high-tech corporation. That's all it is. That's its whole function. It's so high tech now that it borders on mind control. If you like something, consider this: who is making money off you liking it? All these talking heads shooting off at the mouth about how movies and video games and f-all make kids kill each other are missing the point. I wouldn't quote Charlie Manson lightly but in this case I'm against a wall: "These children that come at you with knives, they're YOUR children! YOU taught them!" TV/movies/games are a reflection of what kids have become to society: a spigot of cash. You bleed them dry, this is what you get. Ever since that first media report that so lovingly followed nubile teenage girls loping across the high school quad, dewy arms aloft, clean hair blowing in the breeze, tears streaming down their cheeks, my helpless eyes have been continuously drawn back to the cold, ugly truth of all this: even in the bloody results of the theft of these kids' souls, everybody's still making money. Even in destruction, especially in destruction (Littleton has an astronomical TV-Q compared to that messy, hard-to-understand thing in Kosovo), the monster is all the more fat and happy. If you want to do something about teen violence, stop trying to sell shit to the kids and start trying to f-ing understand why they cannot find anything in life but the "nothing that is not there and the nothing that is," (Wallace Stevens is convulsing in his grave). You made them. And if you're a kid reading this, stop buying.

Teenagers Kill.

Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold are solely responsible for the massacre at Columbine High, but in the opinion of The End of the Line, there are many, MANY who could have prevented the carnage on Hitler's merry unbirthday, and none did. I'm not just talking about the obvious targets -- the parents, the cops who ignored the complaints, the school that totally ignored Eric's many warning signs and turned a blind eye to the hostile caste system that helped push him to the edge, the dope who prescribed the wrong dope for Eric, the fool that sold the boys all those pesky bomb-making supplies. People want to believe it's the violent images in the "media" but those violent images sell, and as long as America's buying, don't expect them to go away. Art (and, by extension, entertainment) is a mirror. A dark one. I put the blame on an economic system which discourages hands-on parenting. A dog-eat-dog commercial society where Greed is King and anyone who stays home with the kids should be ashamed. Kids cannot raise themselves. Eric and Dylan's famililies may have had money, they may have been a "perfect" or "average" or "typical" family, but in the generation that raised me and the generation after me, "typical" ain't what it used to be. I was raised like friggin Lord of the Flies -- dad in the nuthouse, mom gone for weeks at a time -- and I know I'm not the only one. Greed is killing the kids. TV is raising them and TV has one god -- MONEY. And Ritalyn or whatever poison being prescribed cannot replace good old fashion parental guidance. Watch your back.

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