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The critical concept of “the spectacle” can also undoubtedly be turned into one more hollow formula of sociologico-political rhetoric used to explain and denounce everything in the abstract, thus serving to reinforce the spectacular system. It is obvious that ideas alone cannot lead beyond the existing spectacle; at most, they can only lead beyond existing ideas about the spectacle. To actually destroy the society of the spectacle, people must set a practical force into motion. A critical theory of the spectacle cannot be true unless it unites with the practical current of negation in society; and that negation, the resumption of revolutionary class struggle, can for its part only become conscious of itself by developing the critique of the spectacle, which is the theory of its real conditions — the concrete conditions of present-day oppression — and which also reveals its hidden potential. This theory does not expect miracles from the working class. It envisages the reformulation and fulfillment of proletarian demands as a long-term task. To make an artificial distinction between theoretical and practical struggle (for the formulation and communication of the type of theory envisaged here is already inconceivable without a rigorous practice), it is certain that the obscure and difficult path of critical theory must also be the fate of the practical movement acting on the scale of society.
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So, you think that you’re free?
You think that you’re happy
You think that you’re special?
You think that you’re lucky?
We know where you live, we know your age
We know where you go to school
We know what you buy, we know where you buy it
We know what you think is cool
When you’re happy, when you’re sad
Remember your emotions are in our control
Go ahead try to escape
We’ve got you pegged down in a hole
Don’t worry, close your eyes, Don’t worry
The demographics never lie
Because every idea that you’ve had, is just a passing fad
It’s been thought before
And every decision that you make, every action you take
Don’t worry it’s been planned for
And sold, to the highest bidder
We know what you think, we know what you’ll say, and we have plotted the direction, that your life will take
We know how you’ll vote in the next election
You’re not a person, you’re a statistic
You’re identity is in our control
Right now our marketing department’s manufacturing your soul
Don’t worry, close your eyes, Don’t worry
The demographics never lie
Because every idea that you’ve had, is just a passing fad
It’s been thought before
And every decision that you make, every action you take
Don’t worry it’s been planned for
And sold, to the highest bidder
The party’s over, all hope is gone, but the clichés remain true
Designer stores replaced the barricades, and the pavement covers the beach
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