Control Is Just Another Word For Freedom

In a world where a deep ‘voice’ over’ trailers future disasters the top brass of a uni-party (together with its current four-star chorus), gather to pump up the fear machines. The machines are shiny, and titanium clad. Budget cuts have left them empty of any discernable function except the line of the day. The ‘line of the day’, today is the same as yesterday it is: ‘Obey and eat your soup.’ A Mickey Mouse blimp sails over the embattled roof of the Whitehouse waving behind it its glorious unquestioning symbol of freedom. Freedom costs less nowadays for no one goes to the theater. At home they make-up their own horror movies; future shocks confirming hosts of endlessly bad scenarios. The silent and compliant pace back and forth in their virtual lock-ups where every cranny and nook has its own tiny camera that records every tick or shudder of dissent.