I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth. Banks are going bust. Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s no one anywhere that seems to know what to do with us. Now into it. We know the air is unfit to breathe, our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent crimes as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad. Worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in a house as slowly the world we’re living in is getting smaller and all we say is, “Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster, and TV, and my steel belted radials and I won’t say anything.” Well I’m not going to leave you alone. I want you to get mad. I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot. I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crying in the streets. All I know is first you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say, “I’m a human being. God Dammit, my life has value.” So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out, and yell, “I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!” I want you to get up right now. Get up. Go to your windows, open your windows, and stick your head out, and yell, “I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!” Things have got to change my friends. You’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say, “I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!” Then we’ll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open your window, stick your head out and yell, “I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!” —M.A.H.
This article appears in May 23-29, 2013.
“…and there’s no one anywhere that seems to know what to do with us.” – Are you sure?! I mean, I swear I was reading some crazy man on here going on about all his ideas for what to do.
What was his name….. Cap-something, I think… It’ll come to me.
Someone has being watching NETWORK on netflix.
Cheer up! According to the Consumer Price Index, inflation is at -.02.
Congressman? Did we become part of the USA already?!
I was just thinking that Mister…Congressman?? I sincerely hope this bitcher is from the US otherwise it reflects poorly on Canadian students. 🙁
Smile&Wave recognized it as Peter Finchs on-air rant from the movie “Network”, hence the references to American politics and societal decay. Meant as mid-70s satire, it now seems quaint. Until you actually think about its message.
Soylent Green is people.
I’ve come to the conclusion that there are two options, fight the system or figure out how to work it to your advantage. I’ve tried both, I like option B better. Being mad as hell accomplishes nothing, I can attest to that as well as anyone. Being informed, educated and aware is much better.
Thank you, Howard Beale – heard this same rant in 1976 and it was Oscar-worthy back then.
Part of the reason the world has gone down the shitter is because many people have become public and private voyeurs via the wonders of technology (as well as so-called ‘reality’ shows & obsessive media coverage of Beyoncé’s left twat flap) while stuffing their pickle holes with processed fast food garbage until their tree trunk ankles explode in protest.
LOL pickle holes. I’ve been wondering what’s new with Beyonce’s left twat flap these days. I bet it’s mad as hell and not going to take it anymore.
But seriously, I love this scene on Network.
Michael Douglas says it all
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiY-q6Wafgg
go back to bed OB
This bitch is a quote from the movie “Network” if anyone hadn’t clued in. I never knew whether to laugh or cry at that movie.
turn on, tune in, drop out. not with drugs though, with life. self sufficiency. in the city we could plant our roofs with grasses, boulevards with edible flowers, hang tomatoes from our balconies, compost your own organics instead of that ridiculous green monster on wheels eating it all. make your own wine and beer. re-use, recycle. stop buying shit. non-menstrual feminine ‘mini’ products??? wtf???? just change your underwear or better yet, wear a skirt and no underwear, let yourself breathe. makeup, nail polish, scrubs, dyes and other assorted poisons. drop it. stop it. let fast food chains disappear and the young can get work on farms instead. go live in the barns and work hard, fresh air, build muscles and camaraderie with other young people. produce clean food. plant trees. let grass lawns die out and plant clover instead. listen to neighbours in the evening who play guitars, flutes, sax, piano. free spontaneous concerts. evening strolls. no tv.
this is all possible. why don’t we do it? why are we addicted to crap food and meaningless tv shows? celebrity gossip. what the fuck IS a celebrity anyway?
The Captain does have is own campaign to support, but in the spirit of camaraderie…
Vote Good Dog Molly!
What fresh hell is this…?
don’t vote for me, I am in favour of involuntary euthanasia of 95% of the human race, my choice
Still voting for Molly.
https://i.chzbgr.com/maxW500/5005974272/h9…