what would the powers that be do besides glamorize and romanticize not being interested in working. mollify those testosterone bearers, keep them stupid, keep them dazed and confused. that way they will not become enraged and uncontrollable, rising up and ripping things to shreds when they realize they have no future, no real power, definitely no control over how the society works.
communicate with their patriarchally numbed subconscious via uncritiqued, thoroughly digestible popular musics that allow them to coast and not think too deeply about who they are, their families, their destinies, other people or the fate of the planet.
when our rulers speak to them via easily digestible song, a medium they connect with, pretty much any kind of collective thought control is possible. stupid, brutish, selfish, muscle flexing, pelvic thrusting, beastial, slacker, intellectually deficient, completely unmotivated monkey men, indeed.
they’re making fun of a particular demographic who most likely doesn’t even realize it.
ladies and gentlemen…
i give you the bruno mars and his lazy song…
if what you’re reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again…then link me.
