About
The FuFu Manifesto
(with apologies to Karl Marx)
The history of all hitherto existing entertainment is the history of class struggles.
Puppeteer and puppet, super-agent and supernumerary, Les Moonves and Don Imus, YouTube and Star Wars Kid, in a word, oppressor and oppressed, stood in constant opposition to one another, carried on an uninterrupted, now hidden, now open fight, a fight that each time ended, either in a revolutionary reconstruction of entertainment at large, or in the common ruin of contending programming.
Our epoch, the epoch of user-generated content, possesses, however, this distinct feature: it has simplified how we find shit to watch on a screen. Society as a whole is more and more splitting up into two great hostile camps, into two great classes directly facing each other – corporate content pimps and FuFu’ers.
FuFu’ers demand content that is raw, fresh, off-the-cuff, and, most importantly… F*cking F*nny. Not just the regurgitated corporate proto-fascio-tainment that’s been shoved down our gullets for decades.
Click around and stay awhile. Break free of your bonds.
Arise, all you FuFu’ers! Raise your paws in defiance.
Obey the bunny.