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@gar-feels
I hate Hollywood. It's crazy that in the US we have a soc-eco class of literal jesters who's only job is to entertain people and they're some of the richest and most respected in our society. Meanwhile jobs that actually matter get a fraction of the attention and wealth.
Why the fuck should I listen to the opinions of an actor? Their whole life is made up of lies and deceit.
250 years is 250 too many. May this be the last.
I dunno what to do for my birthday tomorrow. I'm a poor folk so that kinda sucks lol
The thing about American "leftist" comedians is that they aren't actually leftist, they are the Imperial Court Jesters. They stand on a stage, point directly at the blood-soaked gears of the war machine, make a little tee-hee noise, and the crowd erupts. Not because they are critiquing the machine, but because the laughter is a pressure release valve for the people inside it. Take the video of that stand-up asking the defense contractor if she helped Trump bomb those 160 Iranian school girls, and everyone laughing, including the contractor herself. That laughter is ritual absolution. The contractor laughs because she knows she will never face a tribunal. The audience laughs because they get to feel "self-aware" without having to actually stop anything. The joke doesn't condemn the contractor; it humanizes her, turns her into a lovable scamp who just happens to have a job graphing the velocity of shrapnel through children's bodies. By making it a punchline, the comedian sanitizes the atrocity. The blood is scrubbed off the stage. The audience gets to say "wow, we are so edgy for talking about it" while the person who builds the bombs gets to chuckle and order another drink. It is not satire, it is a team-building exercise for the empire.
Then there is the YouTuber talking about Transformers, casually dropping the "Iraq war aesthetic" like it's a color palette. Desert punk. Military core. A vibe. This is what happens when your country hasn't had a war on its own soil in living memory; the violence becomes media, a backdrop for childhood toys. The explosions are no longer the sound of mothers screaming; they are cool action sequences. They are digesting the visual debris of massacre as a nostalgic fashion choice, scraping the trauma off and compressing it into a genre for their retro-futurist fantasies. The apocalypse becomes a mood board.
And finally, the girl recounting celebrity love triangles from her childhood, flippantly mentioning how the U.S. was "busy with the Iraq war or whatever." Or whatever. That single phrase is the thesis statement of American innocence. Over a million dead, a region destabilized for a century, an endless river of grief; and for her, it was the commercial break between pop culture segments. It didn't raise her rent. It didn't stop her Wi-Fi. The violence is geo-locked to brown skin and distant deserts, just background noise like a refrigerator humming. She has the luxury of forgetting because the machine doesn't eat her children, it eats yours.
Americans don't hate the machine; they love the output. They hate the mess of it. So they turn it into jokes, into aesthetic, into "whatever." Because if they stopped laughing, if they stopped scrolling, if they actually looked at the 4K drone footage of the aftermath instead of the cool explosion CGI in their movies, they would have to realize that the lithium in their phones, the gas in their tanks, and the comfort of their suburban cul-de-sacs are all greased with the fat of foreign children. And they can't handle that. So they laugh. They turn it into a vibe. They call it "the Iraq war or whatever." You can't deconstruct the master's house with the master's jokes, especially when the punchline is the corpses holding up the floorboards.
Follow for the same image of James Connolly every day!
尘世基督
Why did June End? Is the calendar homophobic?
Been playing Kenshi recently. I started out as a bug person who was exiled from their hive, so after doing some bounty hunting to get cash I went to the desert and decided to begin my own hive full of other exiled bug people.
Now we're making absolute BANK by making and selling booze and hash. Not sure where to go from here, maybe I'll take over the other hives or something.
I'd defo recommend it. It's got similar vibes to the Fallout games (the good ones) and it's hard when you're just beginning but once you get the hang of it you're pretty good. I am also the kinda person who looks stuff up about games when I play them, which some might consider cheating in Kenshi but I still get fun out of the game and that's all that matters.
My ancestors died because they were born a long time ago
The Scythians were known for just smoking weed and drinking all day. Also like half of all historical artifacts we find from cavemen times are just sex toys.
Humans have always been big fans of chilling and jorking it, if anything is human nature it's that (also killing each other, humans like violence a lot).
I was baking yesterday and ran out of ingredients and it's fucking crazy what you can use as substitutes. Like, since when were bananas eggs?
Today's izutsumi found a cecadea! Holy shit look at that thing!
Fourth of July is just around the corner, once again I'll be celebrating with my family, shooting off fireworks and having burgers. I've done it since I was a kid, but I hope that it ends in my lifetime.
This country is the greatest evil in the world, it's dissolution would save countless lives. I don't care how this country falls, let neighbors turn to enemies, let nukes rain from the heavens, let disease kill us just as it killed many of the people who lived here for thousands of years. I have much more sympathy for the people across the world that are killed by America than my fellow Americans.
One day I hope my home stops being a part of America, it'd be nice to see America devolve into several little countries like after the USSR or Rome. Then one day they'll all be Chinese vassal states and we can start to make something from what's left of the states. There is no redemption for America, only a scavenging of the corpse.
The story of Lenin's "death"
that's genius... xi jinping was right
I like how the point of the post is flying over peoples heads despite being excessively simple.
Little art piece I made yesterday
Been thinking about writing a science fiction novel that's secretly my manifesto that will do nothing but make me wish I was born 50000 years later.
