I lived through exciting times in my adolescence, when in the moral rating of the films that were released, in that repugnant Spain, like the one I am in now, the priests (they are the same, but with an updated label) and the subsidized guardians of the common good rated the films with a 3 (with reservations) or a 4 (seriously dangerous). These ratings achieved premature erections in my desire to sin. And then nothing happened, after slipping sin in using tricks. Vice and satisfaction could only occur in your imagination, or with the girl of your dreams, if you were lucky, in real life. Not in the onanistic mind of the disgusting censors. And we live in savage times not only of censorship, but what is much worse, of self-censorship thinking of survival.
Even intelligent and friendly people, but with earthly interests, try to believe their lies, flattering the powers that be. And they say, with grotesque cynicism, that they do it not for their sacred payroll or for the well-being of their conscience. But it is because they have no doubt about who the good guys and the bad guys are. Of course, they are the good guys. What will they do if times change? Well, I imagine they will adapt, make a living in dissent. Spartacus is only glorious in fiction or in utopia. His descendants are made of lies.
And I feel disgusted by the state of things while on the TV screen I see advertising claims about the platforms that offer us happiness with a minimum quota, asking me on Netflix: did you like it? Do you agree? Or is it not my thing? What I say is not literal, but how polite and understanding they are on Netflix. I am also amazed by the rating that viewers give to the films shown on Filmin. You have to have balls. The one with the least, gets a 4.
And okay, you move your finger and after a lot of effort a masterpiece appears on Filmin. I have reached the end of the disgusting Successionradiology of the masters of the universe. I would shoot them from the first and undesirable contact with these super powerful abortions. And I have also seen the sick ode of the stuffed reindeer. How disgusting the platforms are. Like political life. Like current life. And the old one was disgusting, but I miss it.
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