The inhuman thing about American TV is not so much that they hack everything up with commercials, though that’s bad enough, but in the end all programmes become commercials. Commercials for the status quo. Every image radiates the same disgusting and nauseated message. A kind of boastful contempt. Not one image leaves you in peace, they all want something from you.
I included this in my Anaheim bound Albert Pujols cross-country mixtape a couple years back, and now I think it’s my favourite song of all time.