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"...public opinion deserves to be respected as well as despised" G.W.F. Hegel, 'Philosophy of Right'

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August 5, 2007

The cartoon also refers to the photographic work of Bill Brandt as well as Ingmar Bergman's Seventh Seal, that has been much pastiched by Monty Python, Woody Allen, and in David Lynch's Mulholland Drive.

Steve Bell, Bush, Brown Bergman

In Bergman's films we sense the tension of a barely repressed apocalypse in a world that is full of mortality and death, existential dread, and apocalyptic fears. This is life in the shadow of a death that is simply annihilation.

Life is a danse macabre in a drab rational civilization that is paradise gone sour; a cold modernity where bodies are always in the service of others. No-one really escapes the horrific and liberating negativity (nihilism and hopelessness) that lies just beneath the modern world's civilized veneer.

| Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at 9:57 AM | | Comments (4)


Who is the dude on the beach he's likely to playing a brilliant but losing chess hand against?
Hosanna Bin Laden?
That American sheila whose son died in Iraq and camped out in front of his Crawford ranch until she became a national celebrity?
Where do the likes of Rice, Mubarak, Dr Haneef, Dick Cheney, Paris Hilton and Lockheed-Martin fit into it all?

Paris Hilton would be the nude on the beach. Dick Cheney would be death.How is that for a start?

Is this a case of great minds think alike, or fools never differ?
But then there is the subceptional ethnic psychosexual aspect. Therefore, I propose Condoleeza in the nude and Paris as Death.

An emotionally isolated Gordon Brown fearing abandonment is holding his nose on the shore of a seemingly desolate island:Where is the smell coming from? From the decaying carcass of Bush? From the tormented soul of a passionless and mechanical Rice?

The atmosphere is heavy with God's silence.. All that they have left is ministering the hollow words of good versus evil or those who seek comfort behind their meaning. All they see is a reflection of their own stunted spirituality and emotional equilibrium: an echo god.