Oh, say can you see in the blinkless electron-gun eye of the
mainstream media mirage that what we hail are the hallucinations
of authority and progress and righteousness whose sweet and stern
voices have captivated and conditioned millions of human creatures,
stimulating in them a passive acceptance of technological
disruption and destruction of environment, of history, of
possibility of alternative ways of being? Whose seven stripes are
broken swastikas, whose fifty stars are black holes sucking 200
million atomized existences into the daily routine of the human
herd, of hamsters rolling the great wheels of death machine,
squeaking at the shocks and nibbling the cheese and reciting and
discussing and delighting in their shared programming history, in
their stupid lives, in their cancers, their deaths, their TV shows,
their jobs, their ignorance, their endless, pointless, forward
creeping, their glorious, blithe nose-dive into their pay-check’s
pleasures, into an ecstatic emptiness: a glowing incinerator: a
parking-lot full of business-men conspiring and colluding on the
big lie, the big dream, the big nauseating screaming sweating
nightmare of Business America/ Consumer America/ Corporate
America/ Media America/ Fascist America…

Perry Webb – Culturcide