2005 Archives You'll see in the archives section above that 2005 is missing. That's some glitch that will hopefully rectify itself eventually. But in the meantime if you want to find my posts from this period they are below:
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It contains a great quote from dippy fluff wordsmithette Marion Halligan:
"I can't imagine you'd find an artist anywhere saying, 'I love working under the Howard Government'."
That's arrogant, elitist and flat-out wrong.
I'm an artist, and proud of it. I'm also bloody good at my art: live comedy. I've long had the respect of my peers and even won a couple of awards for it - at bloody fringe 'n whinge festivals to boot! So my arty wanker-cred is beyond question. And I think John Howard is a great leader with a humane vision that is highly conducive - not antagonistic - to creativity. I would love to "work under" his government, but unfortunately he has no influence in that area. The arts scene is still completely controlled by the pin-headed, pin-hearted, half-people of the Left.
The depressing continuation of their niggardly, mind-stunting little empire illustrates just how bloody way-off their complaints about Howard and his rule actually are. They remain free to squawk, squitter and carp at taxpayer's expense, just as they have always done. And they remain free to censor dissent by subtle - sometimes overt - intimidation and exclusion, just as they have always done.
There are other arty wankers who are utterly exasperated by the endless whining of smug mediocrities like Halligan. But you don't hear about them. Why? Because they either get so tired of being surrounded by bong-suckling, eccie-guzzling quarter-wits with sod-all talent that they eventually just walk away and get real jobs; or they hang around biting their lips all day and night, then (resentfully) crank out dull, dreary ultra-PC shite they have no respect for or belief in, so as to occasionally receive handouts from the Thought and Emotion Police as a reward for ideological conformity (that is: arts grants).
Friggin' Orwellian, it is, I tell ya. And creepy as.
The saddest thing is that most of the squitizens of Artsville are so thick, infantile and brainwashed by the constant Stalinist thwockery that the chance of any sort of organized rebellion developing is about one tenth of buggerall.
They're in the belly of the beast, splashing about in all the putrid bile. Yet they think it's a heated indoor swimming pool. And the bilge they're guzzling? To them it's the finest caviar.
The poor little poppets have known nothing else their entire lives. And they're just too damaged and terrified to imagine there might be an alternative, let alone seek it.
It's heart-breaking; a real tragedy. I've thought of adapting it for the stage myself. But I've never gotten around to it. Why? Well, it would just never get a grant, now would it?
posted by: slatts (reply)
post date: 01.27.04 (3:46 am)