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Monday, September 19, 2005


Oprah, Oprah, Uber Alles

On Oprah's season premiere today, she introduced her studio audience to her new set. They screamed as if a genie had just granted them unlimited wishes, plus unlimited orgasms whenever they wanted. What the hell is wrong with these people?

If Oprah were to provide bathtubs for all of her studio audience, then fill those tubs with soapy bubbles, order the audience to climb in and then hand out razor blades and tell them to slit their wrists, they'd do it. They'd cheer their fucking heads off and they'd do it. If she then went a step further and instructed everyone watching at home to join in, the drains of America would run red.

Actually, when you think about it, that could happen. They say absolute power corrupts absolutely. I'd say Oprah's power over these people is fairly absolute. What's to stop her from getting a little bored with everything and just deciding to test the limits of her influence?

Pretty scary fucking thought, no?

That phrase sounds pretty German. But it is "über alles"
Sorry, Konrad, I got no friggin' umlaut.
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