Cultivating Tolerance Thresholds

[RascalPuff]

Extraneous violence has been around for a long time.
But: Must it continue, out of context?
Does it have to be abounding - as entertainment and humor - in commercials and music?

"He was brutally handsome, she was terminally pretty. They had one thing in common, they were both good in bed!"

"There ain't no good guys! There ain't no bad guys! There's only you and me, and we just disagree!" (Adolph Hitler?)

When beer is sold on TV, is it necessary to asunder the serenity with a bull crashing through the pub wall and scattering or skewering everyone who doesn't get out of the way fast enough?

Is the brandishing and deadly swinging of a Samauri sword necessary to sell pizza?

Does pain and suffering have to accompany pedestrian commercials involving peaceful settings in everyday life?

Isn't this the corporate state's way of normalizing violence and intrusion - selling something besides the overtly advertised product ('What's in your wallet?').

Question:
What does the coporate state have to gain by such traditionally instilled tactics?

Answer:
A higher national gross product...

People in a state of confusion and fear consume more than people in a general state of serenity and peace... The same people will increasingly tolerate more violence and intrusion in serious reality, because it's 'only a commercial levity' on TV.

Any comments on these observations and thoughts are cordially invited.

Regards,
- RP

[mkirkpatrick]

Thanks Rascal.you make some interesting and valid points there,multi-national companies
and global advertising are a cancer and blight upon this planet,just look at the fashion world!full of size zero anerexic females stoned out of there minds on coke and crack,
and all dressed up,and presented as COOL!They are real sick hypocritical bastards.

Then look at the food multi nationals like Nestle,who are in every country on this planet,
who buy up all local businesses and then sell their own brand! Another cancer spreading.



regards michael.

[austintorn@aol.com]

All dressed up with no place to go.

[Mikal]

When larger forces are attempting to break down the natural diversity which explains society and culture in different lands and countries to enhance corporatism, capital greed and higher national gross product...the media is utilized as a tool of propaganda..to marginalize man's capacity for supreme effort to the sweetness of reason.. and magnify willing degradation for agony, glee, pleasurable brutality so man's limits of "human nature" seem frightfully broad and dangerous...when bonds of trust break down it is difficult for the masses to achieve lucid summation of what is going on within the world..and even within themselves....

peace Mikal

[austintorn@aol.com]

Thus the sit-com TV show culture was born, hitting home since it reflected our own and even gave license to being 'nuts'.

[Mikal]

I am chuckling now Austie....after a serious reflection on the truth of our world...it is best followed by humor which inspires us to stay light in our examinations so the burden of heaviness does not pull us into hatred....so with humor we can take the burdens of our untold truths to higher heights in the mind where better dealt with...thanks for always making me smile...

Love Bev

[austintorn@aol.com]

Nuts for the nuts and sweets for the sweet—and so as one sows so they shall reap.

[Mikal]

Seeing we are sowing in a beautiful garden Austie...we should be reaping some really beautiful stuff....we'll be there for the harvest...smiles

Love Bev

[austintorn@aol.com]

[Mikal]

Cultivating Tolerance

We all came into life as a...
Big Ship of Fools...
To, stagger, stumble, bruise and fall
Into love...pain...and laughter
Hidden...in silent..waiting pools

As we stagger...
We are drunk with life
Walking thin lines
Life disguises as peace and strife..

As we stumble...
We touch threads of fear..
To grow in healthy caution..
From whence...wisdom hopes to steer

As we nurse our bruises..
In private..behind closed doors..
We move from weak to strong
From an inner well..hiding all our fruitful stores..

It is only when we really fall..
We feel our heartfelt self...
Grasping quickly for the measurement..
Of our endless and quenching...inner wealth

We came in as a fool..
Our eyes sealed shut..
We go out as a wondering soul..
With a glance back at our road..
Filled with smoothness and deep ruts..

Cultivating tolerance takes a lifetime

Peace Mikal