A Halloween Message (in advance)
The non-human section of the animal kingdom is often so much more interesting than the mixed up messed up human one. I envy animals’ blithe ignorance of human weirdness. I admit I’m only a simple cartoon creature but even I can tell what’s weird and the cult of horror is very weird indeed. The worship of horror films, horror books, horror images, violence merchandise. And the worship of the creators of the Horror & Violence Industry – those real vampires who gobble up the dough that consumers eagerly stuff into their insatiable gullets. For the fix of adrenalin they get from watching Special Defects: repulsive studio-excreted aliens and grotesquely made-up actors overpaid to torture, rape, shoot, decapitate, abuse, disembowel, dismember and generally do evil as slowly and sadistically (let me count the ways) as the twisted imaginations of their authors can conceive.
“Oh come on!” horror fans will say, “It’s only innocent fun, fake frights. We know it ain’t real.” But that’s exactly the point: lured into a painstakingly realistic yet fake violent horror world, human sensitivity becomes blunted. The boundaries between what’s real and what’s fake become blurred. And when real horror happens in the real world – as it does every day – immunity sets in. Cynicism. ‘Cool’ irony. Indifference. Bewilderment: “This can’t be real, it’s just like a horror movie.” A zombified society, passively allowing itself to be hypnotised by every cunning conman with a used monster to sell.
Come on, wake up! Don’t censor the purveyors of horror and violence. That’s what they want, it makes them feel like rebels. They’re not rebels, they’re just noisy, spoiled, megalomanic brats. Ignore their tantrums, take away their allowances and above all, stop worshipping their excrement. Oh allright, their shit. And if you crave horror, look around at the real world – you’re sure to find some. But it won’t be thrilling.Powered by Sidelines