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[Jul. 9th, 2005|12:38 am]
Nate Bunnyfield

I forget where this was taken.

[User Picture]From: asabass
2005-07-09 07:45 am (UTC)
I'm guessing "Los Angeles"
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From: natebunnyfield
2005-07-09 08:07 am (UTC)
Yeah, I found it.

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[User Picture]From: lazyman
2005-07-09 10:15 am (UTC)
I don't think we were ever that high on the ridge. We were down in the houses, probably that first visible road on the mountain face.
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From: natebunnyfield
2005-07-09 10:35 am (UTC)
Yeah, that's the Hollywood sign.

But it's so damn tiny.
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[User Picture]From: lazyman
2005-07-09 10:39 am (UTC)
The word you're looking for is "insignificant".
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From: natebunnyfield
2005-07-09 10:42 am (UTC)
I don't get it.
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[User Picture]From: lazyman
2005-07-09 10:46 am (UTC)
Hollywood, the sign and the industry. Not merely "tiny", but "insignificant": alluding to the self-importance gives itself in contrast to how it truly appears when a wider view is taken.
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From: natebunnyfield
2005-07-09 11:21 am (UTC)
It is the international system of currency which determines the vitality of life on this planet. THAT is the natural order of things today. THAT is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today. And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature. And YOU WILL ATONE. Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little 21-inch screen and howl about America, and democracy. There is no America; there is no democracy. There is only IBM, and ITT, and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today.

You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it. Is that clear? You think you've merely stopped a business deal? That is not the case. The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back. It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity. It is ecological balance. You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations; there are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems; one vast, interwoven, interacting, multivaried, multinational dominion of dollars.

The world is a business, Mr. Beale; it has been since man crawled out of the slime. Our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that perfect world in which there's no war or famine, oppression or brutality - one vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock - all necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.

Why me?

Because you're on television, dummy. Sixty million people watch you every night of the week, Monday through Friday.

I have seen the face of God.

You just might be right, Mr. Beale.

I will use any excuse to quote Network.
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[User Picture]From: lazyman
2005-07-09 11:45 am (UTC)
See also, Chapter 5 of Grapes of Wrath, which is a good illustration that it is not a signular force, not a secret smoky cabal, not a conspiracy of corporations that people are frustrated with. It is a system, profoundly greater and stronger than the individuals which form it (all of us are part). Thinking of change in terms of an us-versus-them logic is outdated and wrong.
    We're sorry. It's not us. It's the monster. The bank isn't like a man.
    Yes, but the bank is only made of men.
    No, you're wrong there -- quite wrong there. The bank is something else than men. It happens that every man in a bank hates what the bank does, and yet the bank does it. The bank is something more than men, I tell you. It's the monster. Men made it, but they can't control it.
    "It's not me. There's nothing I can do. I'll lose my job if I don't do it. And look -- suppose you kill me? They'll just hang you, but long before you're hung, there'll be another guy on a tractor, and he'll bump the house down. You're not killing the right guy."
    "That's so," the tenant said. "Who gave you orders? I'll go after him. He's the one to kill."
    "You're wrong. He got his orders from the bank. The bank told him, 'Clear those people out or it's your job.'"
    "Well, there's a president of the bank. There's a board of directors. I'll fill up the magazine of the rifle and go into the bank."
    The driver said, "Fellow was telling me the bank gets orders from the East. The orders were, 'Make the land show a profit or we'll close you up.'"
    "But where does it stop? Who can we shoot? I don't aim to starve to death before I kill the man that's starving me."
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