beach boys, california girls...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0av63J-OuQ
fun fun fun
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KoLMLFz2Hg8&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XlqCFi6o-E
there's a lot of great art out there, isn't there? why there are mark twain's great novels and beach boys music... so much art!
but sometimes it seems like you just cannot get your head around it all... it's too crazy... too potty, too crappy, too foolish...
seems like movies have to follow a formula: sandler craps on lawn and makes farting noises (funny) -- transformer robot throws trailer truck across busy manhattan road destroying cars and shopfronts, pounds ground and road breaks open, special effects abound (drama/action).... scorcese's mafia guys shoot someone and talk sharp (drama/mafia genre)
sometimes it all seems a bit redundant though, doesn't it? sure it does
that's why sometimes it's better to just go off and get creative yourself... in that spirit, we present you with: 'bill o'reilly in early 1800 england'
preamble:
by the late 1700s england was a world leader in elementary democracy and most especially capitalism on a massive scale due to her various economic interests in india and elsewhere, and perhaps most importantly the first of all the world's nations to industrialize earnestly.... while her industrialization and wealth and influence would never match that achieved by russia in a far shorter span of time after being sorely pricked by nazi germany, all of this achieved without england's standard capitalism...
still, in the early 1800s the steam engine, engines in general and the advent of electricity would provide the founding seeds, coincidental with the birth of the new nation, america, that would provide the foundation for all modern advents... this arguably was preambled by the work of notable european thinkers in prior centuries like descartes, newtown and others of europe
as one of marx's early books reveals, the working conditions of the english working classes of this time were anything but amiable, still it provided the foundation for a burgeoning middle class...
so we find ourselves in our story, a little outside london in twickenham, some 200 years ago, a modest middle class family consisting of husband and wife, a few little children and a maid/governess retained by the family find themselves shopping in a bazaar on a sunday afternoon... before long they found an odd pet store and the welshman within essayed to sell them an exotic specimen from canada, supposedly brought over by merchant marine salmon fisherman... it was none other than bill o'reilly, who had failed to entertain often in his no spin zone, as in cameo appearances in routine, methodic formulaic zombie fests like 'transformers' and other such movies....
one of the young children eyed the o'reilly in its bright blue suit behind it's little bars and said,
'oh mummy, i do say, he looks ever so lonely, do you think he's dangerous?'
'i daresay he's not,' said the welsh pet store proprietor, 'he's been vaccinated and is house-trained, he's a funny little specimen, but perfectly harmless, i daresay you could get him to do your laundry and tidy up around your manor.'
another child piped up and said,
'i daresay we should take him home ma'am' (pronounced 'mu-um')
and so they did, the little children pushing the o'reilly along before them in his shiny blue suit in his little cage on a little red wagon, passers by of all classes stopped to look at the o'reilly, some in their sunday finest, indicating they were of the aristocratic classes, others were mere potato famine fleeing irish in naught but rags....
'mummy what's a bloviator?'
'a bloviator? i daresay, where did you hear a word like that before? a bloviator? goodness gracious!'
'he said it, the o'reilly just called someone a bloviator!' said one of the little children...
'well i'll be damned,' said the father, 'he speaks english! a 'bloviator'? what the devil could that be then? does anybody jolly well know what a bloviator is?'
and so went the passage towards the manor, the family having left their horse and carriage at home, preferring to sun themselves in the same manner as the parisians in the champs-elysees not far from there.
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