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you tedious ninnies
Susanna Gibson streamed live sex videos for her paying customers on the Internet, and then she ran for office, and then her Republican opponent mentioned to reporters that Susanna Gibson streamed live sex videos for her paying customers on the Internet, and then she lost her election. Politico has a major new feature on this extremely important piece of Mean Republican Monstering:
There she was, taking it doggystyle in front of just a few thousand of her very closest online paying friends, when a Mean Republican™ “exposed her private digital life.” I mean, merely because I often raw-dog livestock in the middle of the parade route, I hardly think people should be violating my privacy. “Why are they all staring at me?” says the Tijuana stripper in the middle of her donkey act.
All day, every day, we’re exposed to…gibbering. To arguments that aren’t arguments, to fact claims that don’t pass any kind of smell test of any kind at any distance. WILL YOU SHUT UP, I keep muttering, trying to find some non-stupid news on the sewer box that feeds me the Internet.
The culture of repression and tone-policing, the thought-shield of calling out microaggressions, the too-easy recourse to hate speech, the purging and the cancelling and the complaining to the dean, the disinformation scam, all mean that the residents of the echo chamber don’t experiencing testing. “That sounds like bullshit.” wHaT dddID yOu SaYYY to MeEEEEeeEEE!?!?!?!?
Here, go watch. I can’t embed the video, because Elon and Substack are apparently never going to stop having beef, but here’s the gist of it if you don’t want to click the link:
Orwell called it Duckspeak. Chant the slogans and get a status-cookie. It’s our culture, and it’s descending into white noise. We spend our days shoveling down a thick diet of nothing. Bob Moran, nailing it again:
Alternatives are possible. See the work of Seneca Scott, a longtime labor organizer and community activist in Oakland, who does this:
That’s it. “Took a stroll along E. 12th St.” That’s not all he does, but that’s the heart of his activism: He walks around. Dwelling in the actual instead of the symbolic, discussing Oakland by letting you see the streets of Oakland, he uses the infantilizing shitbox to elevate and inform.
Please, God, more. One of the complaints I hear is that all of this is just words, what are we going to do? I remain convinced that it’s a revolutionary act to turn sewage into language. Say what is, in plain expression, and we’ll go from there.
“And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand?... The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin's thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt! If...if...We didn't love freedom enough. And even more – we had no awareness of the real situation.... We purely and simply deserved everything that happened afterward.”
― Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn , The Gulag Archipelago 1918–1956
I wrote a post this morning and drafted it entitled Shut Up You Cunts. About the usual suspects marching through my home town of London. Decided I may have gone too far.
Funny though. Same wavelength.
Never understood why women want to match men in making sex an animal show filth. But they do. There is nothing personal about digital stupid cow.