the only possibly good outcome of all the bullshit politics going on in the west right now is if in 16 months Jeremy Corbyn is the PM of the UK and Bernie Sanders is the President of the United States and a new era of leftism is ushered in to the west, emboldening labor unions and taxing the fuck out of big tech to fund new public infrastructure.

of course, even in this scenario, i envision a future where the capitalist/neoliberal class lets the world burn anyway so the fragments of humanity that survive can be taught, “At the end of days, the two major superpowers of the 20th century had socialist-led governments, and look what that did to the world!”

part of me can’t wait for Trump to not be in office anymore so the amount of time liberals dedicate to squealing about him could instead be used on more important issues. but then I realize most people just want a president they can ignore specifically so the important issues don’t have to be dealt with and nobody has to risk offending anyone at whatever dumbass job they have.

the collective psyche of America is stretched like a rubber band and I, for one, am more intrigued by what happens when it snaps and Trump is out of office and people who are complaining endlessly about getting things ‘back to normal’ suddenly have to be accountable for the fact that in America, normal is fucking terrifying as well.

Margin Call Margin Call Margin Call Margin Call

Written and directed by J. C. Chandor, 2011.

, this is one of those movies that is so conflicting because in no world should bankers be made to look cool, and even though everyone has a collective panic attack, the amount of damage these fuckers do to the real world makes their presence on screen questionable at best. however, this movie is incredibly well-done, which is even more annoying.

Our World Now

Night Light · Palma de Mallorca, 2019

, we prefer screens to the stars, texts to talking, facades to the truth, dramatics to debates. age and identity aren’t real on the internet. our collective purpose is to oil the engine of this violent machine.

accelerationism is winning the culture war by being ignored as an actual problem. a system of despair that makes some successful will never be peacefully dismantled for the betterment of the masses.

everything, at this point, is for show. there are very few events that will adjust the course of this vessel; the rest is just the tide repeating.

Airport security has to be one of the grandest displays of security theater ever. It’s marvelous how completely random standards seem to be from one place to the next.

En route to Copenhagen and both of my bags are taken for a hand search. A corkscrew is removed from one and a small bottle of shampoo from another, both thrown in the bin. These are things that I’ve traveled with not only for all of this trip, but also on previous trips in and out of Europe.

This is all just an annoyance because if someone was plotting to carry out a destructive act, they would likely make sure none of it involved trying to be sneaky with airport security. We’re all just putting little bottles of liquid in little plastic bags (environment be damned, apparently) as a way to pretend that something has changed other than how much power the state is willing to enforce over the people.

It’s so patronizing when minor inconveniences are played off as making me ‘safer.’

today in “examples of how fucked capitalism is”—

A Pennsylvania school district that recently came under fire after threatening parents that their kids could be recommended to be put in foster care if they didn’t pay off their school lunch debts has turned down an offer from a local businessman to clear the debts, The Philadelphia Inquirer reports.

now, though NPR is reporting the district will now be accepting donations, I feel we’re all missing the fucking point here by a wide, wide margin.

it’s plenty obvious Americans don’t give a shit about immigrant children, but the incremental decline of our society steeps off a bit more every time something like this happens. that ‘lunch debt’ has been a conversation of late is abhorrent.

but this is what capitalism does: it conditions the people to believe they are at the service of the markets, and not the other way around. our systems should exist to serve us, and if they do not, they should be abolished and redrawn. chomsky said it best;

chomsky on anarchism

Noam Chomsky, On Anarchism

yet capitalism will continue to chip away at our humanity as it engages society with the psychology that a profit-based motive is superior to all, more essential than feeding children or seeking a fair and just world. and so long as people remain distracted, withdrawn and self-interested, it will keep pushing us into this void until nothing remains.

the magnitude of how fucked things are right now is pushing the boundaries of absurd moments in the entire history of humankind

it’s almost incomprehensible to me that we live in an age where there is so much to critique but, due to the availability of criticism, reports don’t really matter for anything, no matter how well-done their accounts.

children dying in concentration camps, fearmongering entitled rich kids running empires, billionaires hailed as gods for no reason other than wealth accumulation. i just cannot fathom the mindset of people who somehow still believe in capitalism. like how much fascism do you need in your daily newsfeed before it fucking dawns on you, “hey maybe we should do something about this collectively”

Since the world is filled with horrific problems, literal Nazis and absolutely no end in sight, television—or streaming content, or whatever the fuck we’re calling it now—has somehow eclipsed its dominance from the pre-internet era, going from a social norm to a bastion of the Potential Economy of New Technology. Netflix spends billions of dollars on ‘original content,’ and the word Binge has gone from an implication of bad behavior to a promotion for weekend indulgence.1 Entire websites have writers for re-hashing plots and speculating about future character choices.

It makes me wonder, maybe this is because television is the one thing right now that can’t be disputed. Fifty years ago a man landed on the moon and it wasn’t six months back I was sitting at a café when the guy next to me tried to convince me it was faked and the world is, in fact, flat. Television is one area of society—professional sports being another—where there is no such thing as Fake News. You can have opinions that can be ridiculed but everyone starts at the same area of common knowledge.2

This investment in fantasy is dangerous. The more a culture digs a psychological hole into what is not real, the more it allows for the terror of reality to propagate unchecked. Millions of people have signed up to ‘Storm Area 51’ while not a couple hundred miles to the south, camps that actually need liberation only grow more entrenched as a norm in the minds of American society.

People wonder how Donald Trump became President, but let’s not forget that guy was a prominent figure on TV for 15 years.

As America grows more fascinated with its creations—few of which have any artistic integrity and most of which are, at best, forgettable—while it allows for social problems to go unsolved, the country sets itself up only for a more dismal future. That politics are now on display as entertainment and issues play out like seasons on a TV show is no mistake; it is a catastrophic failure of those given responsibility for guarding the merits of political process from the institutions of capitalism.3 Integrity and credibility have long been sold down the river, but people are too busy expressing themselves with GIFs from Game of Thrones to be bothered enough to care.

  • Hilarious how excessive indulgence can either be considered good or bad depending on who profits and what the status quo says.
  • This is one reason I love the ending to The Sopranos, because its open-ended interpretation managed to really piss people off.
  • Similarly, the exponential growth in disposable culture is the opportunity of money, uncaring of the consequence toward the actual craft or ideas behind the concept of American art.

The eight-hour time zone difference between Ireland and America means any major event in the States, I usually wake up to instead of read about in real-time—the way most things go these days. This creates a non-specific sense of dread, in that checking The Guardian or The New Yorker each morning is going to have one horrifying new story or another.

That sort of fear creates a general anxiety, less with regard to certain doom and more that its very existence seems a pretty strong piece of evidence that everything is completely fucked.

Today is different though. Right now everyone in America is asleep. And when they wake, the horrors of targeted raids against immigrants will begin. The Trump administration has blatant disregard for any concept of human rights and the impending violence—both physical and psychological—of what will happen in America just hours from now is an indefensible atrocity.

And those atrocities will be the headlines I will wake to on Monday. That this grotesque cycle of fear is making it easier to predict the future is truly terrifying. That it is defended by some, funded by ‘the opposition’ and ignored by most is tragic. That it is becoming routine for this depraved indifference to keep advertising revenue flowing into Op-Ed pages is quintessentially American.

the dead-end ephemera of The West used to be plastic toys on the middle shelf sold at grocery stores. now it’s the intangible, all-consuming cloud of frustration that is the interconnected contemporary human psyche.

—sitting today listening in one ear to Tom Waits and the other to stories from East Germany Before The Wall Fell and reading the various official documents describing the President raping a child and i have to remind myself that any light i see at the end of this tunnel is that of an oncoming train—

we all just flail through the patterns of personal belief, each a fragment on this fractal of existence. every life an equation, dividing itself down to zero. the heart is a chisel and time is the hammer that hits it into our fragile bodies. history is a sleight-of-hand trick. the future is a dead rabbit.

if art is just going to entertain the people who don’t have to afford to give a shit about anything until the end of the world, then what the fuck is the point? opportunists and amateur humans come in all forms.