Friday, October 7, 2011

#5, “iBenjy”

Setting the Scene: After midnight in New Jersey. Benjy and Paul are in the middle of a conversation, each smoking a cigarette.

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Benjy: Think about – pod rhymes with god.

Paul: Okay Benjy…

Benjy: Don’t OK Benjy me! I’m serious here. The government actually invented a machine where we willingly – eagerly – put shit in our head and listen to what they want us to.

Paul: Benjy, the government didn’t invent iPods. They didn’t invent music. And they’re not in our heads.

Benjy: They are in our heads! We put those shit in our ears – fucking sound canceling headphone – what the fuck is that? And of course they’re inventing music! Why do you think it all sounds the same? Record producers might as well be wearing white coats. Think about it man: the media fucking owns this country. You think entertainment ain’t a part of that?

Paul: I think you’re losing it.

Benjy: Have you seen MTV lately? These fucks are getting younger and younger! I’m looking at 16 year old girls who look like they’re 30 singing about dating and young love and somehow I’m the fucked up one because I got a hard-on! It ain’t right! They’re fucking with my head, Paul, and I can’t fucking take it any more.

Paul: I don’t watch MTV.

Benjy: And then there’s BET. Might as well call it the Jigaboo Channel or Frightening-Darkey-Central. Or NNN.

Paul: Benjy, you can’t fucking talk like that, man.

Benjy: Why not! I’m saying it’s offensive. If I had a whole channel devoted to me and all they showed were fat loud people, murderers, and illiterate misogynists, I’d be fucking pissed off.

Paul: Yeah, you’re not illiterate.

Benjy: All I’m saying is that the media is saturated in every day life. I almost left here tonight without my phone. I panicked! I can’t fucking live without AT&T tracking my every fucking move. It’s sick. I’m willingly allowing myself to be tracked by a device I tell myself I can’t live without!

Paul: Benjy, listen to me because what I’m about to say is very important: there isn’t a room full of people controlling the world.

Benjy: But—

Paul: Let me finish motherfucker. There isn’t a small group of people controlling the world’s media. And record producers aren’t mad scientists tapping into people’s unconscious turning them into robots. The world operates in trends. It’s all about cultural movements. All the music sounds the same because that’s what people want to hear. Sure, people want to hear that stuff because the media pushes it…and yes, there’s a degree of media influence that’s dangerous – I’m not disagreeing with you. But you have to accept that you’re talking about forces that are bigger than you. There’s not a room full of people wearing Venetian masks fucking everyone and controlling the world. The world controls itself.

Benjy: So the only option is genocide?

Paul: Yep.

Benjy: Oh boy…the thought of all that work is exhausting.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

#4, “Benjy the Bully”

Setting the Scene: After midnight in New Jersey. Benjy and Paul are in the middle of a conversation, each smoking a cigarette.

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Benjy: In New Jersey they just passed this fucking bully law – you hear about this shit?


Paul: Uh-huh.


Benjy: I read this in the paper the other day.


Paul: Yep.


Benjy: What the fuck do these people thing they’re fucking doing? I mean Jesus-fuckme-Christ! Getting pushed around a little builds character. And bullies don’t go away either. They’re around when you’re out of school. I can’t fucking stand it. I mean, why do we have to hold our kids’ fucking hands all the time. Let them figure shit out on their own. Toughen them up a bit. When I go to work I pass these fucks…you know what I’m talking about. These fucks with their fucking stop signs. They have no qualms about stepping into traffic, clogging up intersections, making people slam on their fucking breaks – all because these kids can’t fucking wait for the light to change. What’s this shit? We already have LIGHTS telling these fucking kids when they can cross. Unbe-fucking-lievable.


Paul: Did you say “Jesus-fuck-me-Christ”?


Benjy: What?


Paul: You said “Jesus-fuck-me-Christ.”


Benjy: No I said “Jesus-fucking-Christ”.


Paul: You didn’t. You said you want Jesus to fuck you.


Benjy: Well…don’t you?


Paul: I’m not a fag!


Benjy: It’s not about being a fag. It’s about Jesus. If Jesus wants to fuck me then I’m going to take one for the team and let him fuck me.


Paul: And that makes you a fag.


Benjy: No it doesn’t. It makes me a humanitarian.

Paul: A humanitarian?


Benjy: Of course. Jesus wants to fuck me so I let him fuck me. You can’t turn away Jesus…that’s why he’s Jesus.


Paul: Well, you’d better be prepared. Because you know Jesus has a big fucking cock.


Benjy: Yeah, ‘cause he’s black.

Paul: Big ol’ black Jesus cock…in your ass because of humanity.


Benjy: Yeah…anyway…


Paul: You were ranting about bullies.


Benjy: Yeah…


Paul: You OK, Ben?


Benjy: Can I use your bathroom