Showing posts with label Achtung Bono. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Achtung Bono. Show all posts

Sunday, 7 December 2008

Of churches, pop stars and egos

a lesson in diplomacy and modesty. Let me see if I've got this straight: John Lennon appears to say that his band is bigger than Jesus; Catholic Church gets pissed off; Lennon dies; twenty years later, the Catholic Church forgives Lennon.
First of all, who gave that Church the right to dole out hatred? Did Jesus tell them to do that? Isn't the goal of Christianity to try to understand the person opposite you? Love thy neighbour, or perhaps his wife (sorry, broke a commandment). If they had talked to Lennon, they would have found out that he was misinterpreted intentionally by a hack looking for fame. Lennon was actually decrying the fame system. See what self-righteous hatred does? It makes you look stupid.
Although, I must say that, as a comment by a British musician, it seemed more fitting with the sensational interpretation. Many musicians over here get an altogether inflated sense of self after a while. Cases in point: the lead singer of soporific Coldplate says 'we de greatest'. The Brothers Eyebrow of Oasis say that they are the greatest singer and songwriter (respectively) ever, or some crap like that. The reason? British society is so full of backbiting and jealousy, from the Queen on down to the dustman, that when you are famous enough to isolate yourself from it for a while, the ego that you hide so well and that sustained you, becomes this monstrosity visible from space with the naked eye.

Saturday, 6 December 2008

Do rich know when it's not Xmas?




I love it when obscenely rich people ask me to donate money to charity. Cheeky bastards. Line them all up to sing us a tune and move our very human instincts of concern for those who are suffering. It actually gets stronger when a recession hits. So, call in those lazy troubadours. Tell me the rumours of £ 0 having gone to Africa are not true. Tell me it wasn't a make-work project for out of work Rats. Did the musicians give any money themselves? Well, they did give their services for free. What a gift!




We are so giving. And we must always give because we have permanently destroyed the Africans' home societies with our mercantilism and our IMFism, such that they cannot survive at home. We are even flooding their markets with produce, putting their farmers out of business.
So Live-Aid-my-career musicians make it look like we're helping Africans so that we can feel righteous in blocking these Africans from risking their lives coming to our countries in search of a living.

As the song goes:
"At Christmastime it's hard, but when you're having fun
There's a world outside your window
And it's a world of dread and fear"
But rich folks cannot shed a tear.
They're immortal, and thus less human.
They're the pretty face on the immoral economic system that's screwing Africa.
Have a look in the mirror, Fameboy.