Wassup Droogie? This week gettin’ a taste of the ol ultra-violent with A Clockwork Orange
by Anthony Burgess.
England sho as hell seen better days. Cuz up in this crooked-ass future, the government
got errybody by the nuts and young thugz rule the streets doin violent deeds on the reg.
And there ain’t no gang rollin rougher than Alex and his droogies Dim, Georgie, and Pete.
One night after sippin some of that crunk-stuff at the Korova Milk Bar, Alex and his boys
hit the streets to get their fix of sweet violence. After whoopin up some strangers,
lootin’ a store and boosting a car, Alex and da crew swang through the boonies when
they stop a cottage, mask up, bust in, BRUTALIZE da husband and rape his woman while he WATCH.
Damn, B. This is some f***** up sh*t right hurr.
Later, dem Droogies start flexin like they be questioning Alex’s authority. But when
Alex whips out his shank, he puts dem bitches back in their place. Cold blooded.
That night they decide to step up their game by robbin some rich old hag’s crib. Alex
sneak in and knock dat bitch out, but not before the 5-0 be closin’ in.
Just as Alex bout to bail, Dim pops Alex in his grill, leaving him to get GOT by the fuzz.
Now 15-yr old Alex got his ass tossed in the clink. Damn.
After Alex smacks up one his cellmates real good, he gets picked to be a lab rat for some
shit called The Ludovico Technique. Basically, a bunch of government scientists pump his
ass with drugs, make him watch videos of real messed up sh*t, and condition him to get sick
as a dog whenever he think of something violent or sexual. Thing is, these videos sometimes
bumpin classical music, which be one of the only things that mean a damn thing to him.
Now he can’t listen to his jam without losin his yarbles. Since he “rehabilitated,”
Alex gets released to the outside.
While Alex lurkin round da streets, he keeps gettin his ass kicked by people who recognize
him from his gang-bangin days. Just when sh*t’s gettin rough, the law breaks up the scuffle.
But turns out, one of these badge-wavin crackas is DIM. Da hell?!
After gettin straight F***** up by some back then hustlaz, Alex stumbles to a cottage beggin
fo help. Turns out, Alex now chillin with the same brutha whose ass he beat and whose
wife he raped. Luckily, he don’t recognize Alex at first. Instead, he just wanna use
Alex as a poster boy for his posse of anti-government blowhards. But just like the government, they
just gonna put the hurt on Alex for they own ends. So they lock him up in a room, start
bangin some classical music, and Alex try to snuff it.
But since dat was a little bitch fall, Alex ends up aight. Actually he better than aight.
He been cured of the Ludovico Technique. After a while, Alex gets to thinkin, realize how
empty his life be, and decide to stop thuggin ultra violent, and make himself a one lady
man. Man this ending sucks. GO WATCH THE MOVIE!
Now yo bitch-ass might be thinkin: Da hell this got to do with oranges? Well peep this,
sucka- tha book’s title spittin game bout tryna take something organic, like an orange,
and tryna make it work like a machine- which is exactly what errybody tryin to do to Alex,
not just the scientists. And if Alex cayn’t choose between good and evil, then he ain’t
a human being- he’s just a clockwork orange.
Matter of fact, Alex’s name got a built in “f*** you” to all those people tellin
him how he gotta roll. See, da name Alexander mean “defender of man.” And in Alex’s
case, he’s fighting for humanity’s right to choose even if they choosin to do some
twisted things.
Look, even though the state tryin to do some good by usin the jacked up Ludovico Technique,
they ain’t just riddin the world of evil. They also killin the good. Like one of dem
goverment puppets say-
“Delimitation is always difficult. The world is one, life is one. The sweetest and most
heavenly of activities partake in some measure of violence – the act of love, for instance;
music, for instance.”
See problem is cultures always thinkin in black and white. Something’s either good
or its evil. But on the real, it’s never that simple. Nothing’s ever completely good
or completely evil.
But no matter how many damn times some ballin’ artist or philosopher spit dat truth, we just
can’t seem to understand it. Humanity gonna think they got errything all figured out,
only to bone up and do it over and over again. Like clockwork, playa.
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