Hello commissar or comrade, my name is Jacob. I have an affinity for music, writing, philosophy, and gaming.

I have a tendency to offer insight on random aspects of the world, universe, and life, but I can give only more or less inexperienced contributions on those subjects. However, this has never stopped me before.

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    I found my monologue!

    Talk Radio

    BARRY: Hold the calls. Believe it or not, what you said made perfect sense to me. I should hang.  I’m a hypocrite. I ask for sincerity and I lie. I denounce the system as I embrace it. I want money, and power, and prestige. I want ratings and success. I don’t give a damn about you or the world. That’s the truth. For this I could say I’m sorry, but  won’t. Why should I? I really don’t care what you think about me. I mean, who the hell are you anyways? You… You… “audience”… You who call me up and you try to tell me things about myself… You don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me. You’ve never seen me… You don’t know anything about me. You’ve never seen me… You don’t know what I look like. You don’t know who I am what, what I want, what I like, what I don’t like in this world. I’m just a voice. A voice in the wilderness… And you… Like a pack of baying wolves descend on me, ‘cause you can’t stand facing what it is you are and what you’ve made… Yes, the world is a terrible place! Yes, cancer and garbage disposals will get you! Yes, a war is coming. Yes, the world is shot to hell and you’re all goners… Everything’s screwed up and you like it that way, don’t you? You’re fascinated by the gory details… You’re mesmerized by your own fear! You revel in floods and car accidents and unstoppable diseases… You’re happiest when others are in pain! And that’s where I come in, isn’t it?… I’m here to lead you by the hand through the dark forest of your own hatred and anger and humiliation… I’m providing a public serve! You’re so scared! You’re like the little child under the covers. You’re afraid of the boogie man, but you can’t live without him. Your fear, your own lives have become your entertainment! Tomorrow night, millions of people are going to be listening to this show, AND YOU HAVE NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT! Marvelous technology is at our fingertips and instead of reaching up for new heights, we try to see how far down we can go… How deep into the muck we can immerse ourselves! What do you wanna talk about? Baseball scores? Your pet? Orgasms? You’re pathetic. I despise each and every one of you… You’ve got nothing. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No brains. No power. No future. No hope. No god. The only thing you believe in is me. What are you if you don’t have me? I’m not afraid, see. I come up here every night and I make my case, I make my point… I say what I believe in. I have to, I have no choice. You frighten me! I come up here every night and I tear into you, I abuse you, I insult you… and you just keep calling. Why do you keep coming back, what’s wrong with you? I don’t want to hear anymore, I’ve had enough. Stop talking. Don’t call anymore! Go away! Bunch of yellow-bellied, spineless, bigoted, quivering, drunken, insomniatic, paranoid, disgusting, perverted, voyeuristic little obscene phone callers. That’s what you are. Well to hell with your… I don’t need your fear and your stupidity. You don’t get it…. It’s wasted on you. Pearls before swine… (Catches his breath.) If one person out there has any idea what I’m talking about…

    1. -sockittome said: It’s perfect. Now read the play and do the analysis before tomorrow and you’re golden.
    2. aesthetic-catharsis said: This is so perfect it’s scary.
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