Sure, Beyonce is an amazing singer & performer. No doubt. But, of course, singing and dancing well, really is not enough, not the game she is in. It's all about the over-amped Spectacle. How much money can one multi-million $ performer burn to grab and hold our attention for a few minutes? And what's the next hustle or product she is selling and leading us to?
Beyonce was sandwiched between two halves of our most brutal and successful sport: over-amped, hyped-up, insanely-compensated atheletes, risking their the bodies and brains on a field of green for their teams and billion $ owners. And then there are those of us at home, all across America, on their couches, stuffing themselves with food & beverage, swiping their phones like mad-monkeys, betting their hard-earned dollars on each and every last play.
Maybe it would have been more direct, honest, and in our faces, to have Beyonce stand on the 50 yard line, singing and dancing next to stack upon stack of $100's? Many, many stacks, how about $10 million dollars worth of stacks of cash.? And then, she turns to the cash, sets those stacks on fire, and burns those dollar bills right before our greedy, needy, astonished eyes?
Yes. That's basically the essence of thing. We are in the era where the rich folk display their utter contempt for the folks who just don't have the cash to burn. These folks are so filthy rich, they can spend prodigious amounts of cash, for the mindless, Spectacle upon Spectacle, promising bigger Spectacles down the line. A celebration, and a ritual sacrifice of Bling. The millionaires and billionaires are up front & center now, showing us how just how insanely rich they are, and how they play by a totally different set of rules than the rest of us.
Yikes. We have truly lost our shit. I mean, as a country & a culture. We live in the New Hall of Mirrors of Bling, Bling for Bling's Sake. Capitalism Run Amok, no guard-rails, no conscience, nothing but the Law of Spectacle, and $. I mean, shite, it is oddly impressive. The full-blown, hollow, soullessness of it all. But, you know, while it looks good; so shiny and dazzling, kicky, and strange, the heart of it is total B.S. so far from the reality of things. You wonder when does it all break down, collapse into a heap of brokeness?
I still believe in gravity, in humility, good government, love & generosity, art & creativity. These things have nothing to do with the unholy, ungodly, totally off the rails ascension of the Spectacle. Yikes. We can be so much more, spiritual beings in a material world. We have totally diminished ourselves, enslaved ourselves to the Spectacle, the Bling, the Hustle.
