Brave New Words

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What it do yo? This here your boy Doc Sweets and today we gettin savage with Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. It’s the year 632 AF and most o’ civilization is part of one hood called the World State. Up in here, technology makin it so that humans pop off assembly lines and be brainwashed to value nothin but what the government tells em- constant happiness, consumption, and bangin group orgies. Whoo-wee! And if you still ain’t feelin fly, just throw back a lil’ soma and you get so iced out that you aint got no worries. So some high class pusher named Bernard Marx start thinkin that, unlike the rest of them soma- slammin zombies, he a trill-ass individual who curious bout what life on the outside be like. So Bernard hollers at some choice hunny named Lenina and axe if she wanna roll with him to the Savage reservation where peeps be livin old school. Lenina holla back, but she actin spicious bout this playa since he don’t like to pop pillz and get dirty like she do. When Bernard and Lenina land at the Savage Reservation, they peep some gnarly beezy named Linda and her boy John- who be called ‘The Savage.’ Even though John and Linda been livin the low life, Linda schooled John how to read, making him a top shelf savage. After Bernard takes John back to London, John admits to Lenina that he got mad love for her, but dis hoochie cayn’t even understand what that means. Instead, she get but- ass naked and try to get freaky wit him. But my boy John wants somethin with meaning; so instead of tappin dat ass, he pimp slaps her and sends her packin. Then John’s mama bites the big one up in the hospital and John completely loses his sh**. So the Five-O bust in and sling him and Bernard in front of some big bird playa named Mustapha Mond. Mond exiles Bernard, but makes John stay cuz he want “the experiment” to go on. Fed up wit the system, John secludes himself in a lighthouse when one day some snitch gets all up in his bidness and peeps John whipping himself, making him a media sensation. Later, when a big ass crowd forms outside his crib with Lenina in tow, John calls her a skank and starts layin a whoop on her. Errybody gets so riled up at the sight that they start poppin soma screamin “Orgy Porgy” and gettin they freak on. Even Johnny boy joins in! Next day John wakes up and realizes they ain’t nothing he can do to fight the civilized world he imprisoned in. So our boy takes the only escape left and hangs himself. Whew. Welcome to the Brave New World, son. If you wanna roll with the World State crew, you gotta drop yo beliefs and adopt a whole jam called Fordism. Instead of giving up worldly possessions for a heaven in the sky, get ready for a soma- soaked paradise now. All you gotta do is take all dat art, science, history, and religion- and kiss it goodbye, play boy. My mayne Karl Marx once said that “religion is the opiate of da masses”. But Huxley gone and flipped that idea on its head and made Opium, AKA Soma, the people’s religion. And this sh** right here is so dank that it also offers hope, consolation, and reassurance just like religion, cept better- cuz you ain’t even gotta do nuthin. Just like Mustapha Mond say, Soma is “Christianity without tears.” Now open up yo ears and soak this game up, B. In a place like the World State where the motto is “COMMUNITY, IDENTITY, AND STABILITY,” they aint nuthin mo dangerous than a G flying solo. Cuz when you on your own, you ain’t got nobody to put your strongest emotions in check. With all yo love directed at only one thing, you end up unstable, miserable and wantin totake yoslf out of the game for good. Naw mean? That’s why the world state throwin all those swanky sex-parties, so you can get all dat excess emotion out on the reg. Don’t believe me? Just look how unstable Johnny boy be when he on the reservation- he even shanks one of his mama’s lovers! And it don’t get no better in the civilized world. When Lenina’s standing butt naked in front of him, he roughs her up, calls her a ho, and threatens to waste her ass! Maybe there’s a good reason they call him the savage. And with all that excessive emotion building up, it’s no wonder that this fool ices himself. Looks like Mustapha Mond’s experiment went exactly as he expected. Hey thanks for keepin it real wit Thug Notes. Hit that subscribe button and catch you next week.