Just read a knock out piece of writing - a 1968 one timer essay by JG
Ballard called "Why I Want to Phuck Ronald Reagan". A must share, great
for the kiddies. Here's the thing, this stuff is much more than punk
humor. A while back on Colbert, I recall a fluff piece about a guy who
actually believes that TV signals are received rectally. Sure, it's all
a joke, right? Maybe not. In this short essay Ballard probes the anal
nature of the age of info, techno, and star wars. America, it seems,
in '68, is being readied for a kind of leadership devised for people who
do not want to face their own work product (oedipal shame) and who
yearn for a stiff rod bringing-up the rear. The resulting persona is
Tiger Woods, who is lost without his Dad because he is in fact a little
girl with a bad case of penis envy - not homosexual, mind you, but
literally female. The anal rendering provided by the post nuclear
American TV corn-hole has all but reamed the daylights out of every man
woman and child into Universal Standard Bus. We're ALL GIRLS these
days, so if ya like it, well, ya better put a ring on it.
See, it's about The Law, which we are to receive WHOLE - whether we want
it or not. The old-school oral mastication of The Law, celebrated as
literature and Socratic dialect, provides the pre-techie by the use of
his natural corpus, the opportunity to chew-over The Law he/she/it is
expected to live by. From radio onward this same diet is consistently
rammed straight into the ass. The ass, a punched out vagina, has no
teeth and must therefore partake of a holistic law. A Law transmitted,
received and accepted in an instant of download of purple plasma
pleasure. A Law that can not be denied.
Whole Lotta Love is WHOLE LAW TO LOVE. Jimmy Page makes no bones about it, so why should we.
From lyrics...
...I'm gonna send ya back to schoolin'
Way down inside, a-honey, you need it...
...A-way, way down inside
I'm gonna give ya my love/Ah
I'm gonna give ya every inch of my love...
