Tom Hanks
dropped the F bomb on “Good Morning America”
He was reprising his role in “Cloud Atlas”, his upcoming film. I read the book in the airport yesterday.
Let me make this clear: David Mitchell can write. But it is as if a retard has gotten his hands on the Vieuxtemps Guarneri and is using it to scratch out “Baby Got Back”
The whole damned book is nothing but class warfare of the worst kind. The peaceful Moriari are exterminated by the MÄori, the poor young man has his talent stolen from him by the dessicated rich man, the “Fabricants” (Clones) are enslaved by the wealthy restauant owners, the Nuke Power Plant operators are hiding the secret of the plant being a bomb waiting to go off.
All of these things of course are caricatures, and bad ones. Those who “Believe” (There’s that word again) the world is LIKE that are, in the main, beyond salvation, like those who don’t vote because it’s “Immoral”. The same level of deliberate ignorance of the facts, and trust in the untrustworthy is required for either circumstance.
It’s a real shame Mitchell is such a moron. His writing skills are intense and wonderful, and he can’t have a coherent thought in his head, only “Feelings” about the way things should be but aren’t, because people are mean. He should have been a riddler.
So last night, The Missus and I were wondering what the heck the Movie was all about. The Trailer looked good, but we couldn’t figure out what it was supposed to be. So I went to the Interweb and found out.
Holy Crap! THREE HOURS of “Everything is Connected!?” And Six Different Stories, that are NOT run in Chronological Order?
You know, I wish these Amateurs would leave the Writing of Science Fiction and Fantasy to those who do it for a Living. And Hollywood would realize that the rest of the World isn’t full of People who can’t hold a Coherent Thought in their Brains, like themselves.
I saw a poster for this while coming out of “Atlas Shrugged” a couple hours ago. Couldn’t figure out what it was supposed to be about.
Thanks for the heads up. I’ll know not to go see it.
Problem is, Of, that the growing-up generation thinks that posing riddles is a high art form. We let this generation down by failing to point out that riddles, even in their heyday (the Tudor thru the Victorian eras), were always considered the province of Court Jesters. Jesters had a very limited role then, sometimes not surviving a poor effort which didn’t get a laugh.
The world is full of Jesters nowadays, but they all have forgotten that their only purpose in life is to allow their masters (who provide them shelter and sustenance) a momentary escape from having to think the thoughts which go with being a ruler.
The jesters have also forgotten that that their very job prevents them from being teachers or having any fame of their own.
Nope, our world is full of Jesters, or those who are wannabes, but they are also all fools who not only don’t know their roles, they lack the most basic understanding that their jobs require them to provide only a momentary diversion, and never critical thought.
Riverdog I like your thought. It happens to mesh somewhat with something I mentioned to Og (maybe only yesterday).
In America where the people are sovereign, the court jester has morphed. “the role of the court jester is to
allowencourage theirmastersaudience (who provide them shelter and sustenance) amomentarypermanent escape from having to think the thoughts which go with being a ruler.” Beyond the dumming down of edukation, keeping the masses occupied has allowed despots to incrementally take over our rule seems to be the jester’s role whether or not they are aware of it. That keeping the masses occupied (fat and happy) thing certainly follows the pattern that undermined the Roman republic.Given the way that so many celebrities are fully backing the idea of collectivism for the masses, it is mighty easy to see them more aware of that role than less. For that likelihood a great many of them will pay a price.
Jesters. Yep, Entertaining ourselves into slavery and death.
I really think that the ancient philosophers were that age’s equivalent of the comedians today. When you think about it, they had followings of bands of youths, but only those of the upper classes, who had the free time and daddy’s money to loiter all day. The poorer youths had to work for a living. Socrates in particular would roam the city with his entourage and ask questions of people who actually knew things and did things, and the upshot of his questioning (the Socratic Method, which was a teaching method supposed to help you find the knowledge within yourself by the application of “reason”) was usually to show that the cook or cobbler or politician didn’t know as much as Socrates about the subject of his expertise. In other words, Socrates went around and by asking questions, made fools out of everyone else. This is always great fun for the young to see, and it is no wonder that, given the chance, the Athenians chose to poison him when given the opportunity to either banish him, poison him, or (Socrates’s suggestion) pay him a pension. That his pupils (never students, interestingly enough) and later generations held him out to be a great teacher is not surprising; they had higher standards for what was considered laying about all day wasting one’s time, and jokes don’t translate well. Socrates was that age’s equivalent of Al Franken.