The only war worth fighting is a class war.

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I want to make the Batty Blog more personal, less angry, more thoughtful. I conceived it as a vehicle to talk about my personal process, why I think the way I do and how I transform my ideas into blog posts. I want to deconstruct almost everything to show how rich assholes control your mind from minute to minute.

The Batty Blog will be more about blogging and writing and living with internal oppression from day to day. It’s much easier to call bullshit than to erase it from your DNA.

So why did I choose a Blade Runner motif for the this site?

The film is 30 years old this year, yet the imagery is still, in many ways, unparalleled. Los Angeles in 2019, interminable rain, dark, gritty and streets teeming with ordinary people scratching out a living, like proles, while the rich live high above them.

Endless war rages on other worlds–war soldiered by replicants, developed and manufactured (cloned) by huge private corporations. Replicants, always developed for specialized tasks, also provide pleasure and entertainment.

In a world almost devoid of animals, people distract themselves buying cloned pet birds and other species manufactured by the corporations that run their lives like they run their wars.

Los Angeles is a city dark, polluted that has devoured all life, a residential oil refinery with a skyline studded with fire and “Spinners” (rocket cars.)

Ironically, the future projected by the film is a technological paradise compared to what really lies before us. Notwithstanding the wisdom and expense of producing them, there will be no rocket cars in the real Los Angeles of 2019. And if the animals all die we will not be able to reproduce them.

Ridley Scott the director of Blade Runner was inspired by Edward Hopper’s iconic 1942 painting, Nighthawks in creating the look and feel of Blade Runner. He also credited the French Comic book series Metal Hurlant (Heavy Metal).

Rick Deckard is a burned-out cop, a Blade Runner who hunts down and kills rogue replicants who escape back to Earth. He reluctantly takes one last job to “retire” Roy Batty and his gang. Deckard knows that he is owned by Tyrell Corporation, that he is nothing more than a paid assassin without hope of redemption.

Batty just wants more life and his freedom. He rampages through Los Angeles like a futuristic Spartacus to get them.

Both Deckard and Batty have been deceived by the corporation that spawned them and they seem to understand this in their final showdown.

The iconography and the story of Blade Runner are still relevant today. Corporations and rich assholes will always be victorious as long as they can recruit us to do their bidding and make us believe that their dreams are our own.