Ultimately, the real monster is you

Terry Cavanagh’s Don’t Look Back has arrived, and the layman has consumed it, briefly revelled in it, and ultimately cast it aside as a child’s plaything. A mere distraction. Distraction from what? No doubt you’ve noticed in the absence of Pigscene the alarmist talking heads of the Liberal Media informing you day by day of the collapse of the global economy, and all too often the word “crisis” is bandied about. Yet there’s an ethereal crisis that inhabits our mortal realm — invisible to some, proving the existence of the political spectrum as a subset of the electromagnetic spectrum — a crisis Terry Cavanagh sets out to expose.

Therein lies the intricate beauty of Cavanagh’s creation, Atlas Shrugged wrapped in Etch-a-Sketch’s clothing, equal parts genius commentary and puerile, callow indulgence. The player, embodied by the character, seeks escapism from the harsh realities of life, turning to an abstract world free of the laws of man, yet still possessed of the great freedoms The Constitution of the United States of America provides — running, jumping, shooting varmints in the posterior.

Truly, things are just peachy. In your pleasant, pastel surroundings, you gayly hop, skip, jump, bag a few animals, live a life of frivolity. And then something happens. You’re plunged into darkness, enveloped in the crushing grasp of The Invisible Hand, and in this darkness is a spark of illumination. Things weren’t peachy. They were Red, they were just, they were pro-life. (more…)