The Root of The Problem
13 July 2012 02:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timpeltjeKick, Punch, it's all in the mind
If you wanna test me, I’m sure you’ll find
The things I’ll teach ya is sure to beat ya
But nevertheless you’ll get a lesson from teacher.
- (Guess what video game this is from and win the label of 'True 1990s Geek')
It doesn't take a genius to figure out that people don't really seem to care that much about the global financial crisis because it all seems too boring from afar. In our minds, bankers don't really exist. They are an abstract entity who nobody knows. Unlike with celebrities, we will not wonder what banker X is doing with banker Y, while he is supposed to be married to banker Z (though I bet she's a housewife, not a banker - are women even allowed to be bankers?).
We pay our bankers so much more than our celebrities. We give Goldman Sachs control over a bunch of nations after they themselves brought about those countries' almost-bankruptcy.
And still we shrug.
We don't burn down their offices, kidnap their CEOs' offspring or throw faeces at their employees. I'm not saying I would condone all of this, even though I do (I'm just not saying it), but we're not even considering the possibility.
Biologically, every mammal is programmed to yawn at the sight or mention of a banker, even bankers themselves. Whenever they look in the mirror, they start to yawn uncontrollably when being confronted with their own blandness (provided the mirror hasn't already spontaneously shattered into a million pieces - mirrors are selfdestructive objects).
They thrive on people's indifference, knowing the people will only blame politicians, immigrants, and/or Greeks for all of their woes. It's an effective tactic, because at least all of those people have recognizable faces.
Imagine having intercourse with a banker. The thought alone made my phallus pack its bags just now and jump on the next plane to Ibiza (I hope he'll be back soon after I send him an apology).
Actually, come to think of it, people who are so detached from the world and its emotions are likely to have freaky sex lives. I'm following JG Ballard's logic again (but the man made sense). Maybe that's why Phallus left...
We should make them more interesting, let them be the subject of public scrutiny, so we can finally come around to fight them.
Send in the paparazzi!
If you wanna test me, I’m sure you’ll find
The things I’ll teach ya is sure to beat ya
But nevertheless you’ll get a lesson from teacher.
- (Guess what video game this is from and win the label of 'True 1990s Geek')
It doesn't take a genius to figure out that people don't really seem to care that much about the global financial crisis because it all seems too boring from afar. In our minds, bankers don't really exist. They are an abstract entity who nobody knows. Unlike with celebrities, we will not wonder what banker X is doing with banker Y, while he is supposed to be married to banker Z (though I bet she's a housewife, not a banker - are women even allowed to be bankers?).
We pay our bankers so much more than our celebrities. We give Goldman Sachs control over a bunch of nations after they themselves brought about those countries' almost-bankruptcy.
And still we shrug.
We don't burn down their offices, kidnap their CEOs' offspring or throw faeces at their employees. I'm not saying I would condone all of this, even though I do (I'm just not saying it), but we're not even considering the possibility.
Biologically, every mammal is programmed to yawn at the sight or mention of a banker, even bankers themselves. Whenever they look in the mirror, they start to yawn uncontrollably when being confronted with their own blandness (provided the mirror hasn't already spontaneously shattered into a million pieces - mirrors are selfdestructive objects).
They thrive on people's indifference, knowing the people will only blame politicians, immigrants, and/or Greeks for all of their woes. It's an effective tactic, because at least all of those people have recognizable faces.
Imagine having intercourse with a banker. The thought alone made my phallus pack its bags just now and jump on the next plane to Ibiza (I hope he'll be back soon after I send him an apology).
Actually, come to think of it, people who are so detached from the world and its emotions are likely to have freaky sex lives. I'm following JG Ballard's logic again (but the man made sense). Maybe that's why Phallus left...
We should make them more interesting, let them be the subject of public scrutiny, so we can finally come around to fight them.
Send in the paparazzi!
