a certain user on this board was harassing me but has deleted their posts. we've agreed not to speak to each other anymore so hopefully that will be the end of it.

oh!

What poor thing means is that I told him several times his review of VU is garbage and 99% of the opinions he puts into his writing come from elsewhere anyway. He didn't take it well and I can see why. Tough shit. C'est la vie!

99% of the opinions everyone puts into writing are from elsewhere-- actually with most people it's 100% and it's from tv and they can't even write. db's quotes are pretty great though and he connects them well.

I see that 1 year ago, the user 1chuukriser asked WTF??!!

I only said "...the fuck?"

I fapped.

new xiu xiu is the best/only album ive heard this year all year so far

BLACK DICK.

has or will anyone read testo junkie?


"Men and women are isolated units, creatures condemned to constant self surveillance and self control by a rigid sex gender race system. The time they devote to this brutal political arrangement of their subjectivity is comparable to the whole extent of their lives. Once their own vitality has been put to work to reduce their own somatic multiplicity, they become physically weakened beings, incapable of finding any satisfaction in life and dead politically before they have taken their last breath."



i'm halfway through and it's almost embarrassing how precisely the critique elucidates how i've suffered and wasted an awful amount of time and energy on political longings and subjective strivings that are redundant conservative traps.

beatriz is going further than 100% of the hetero/queer theory and politics that i know of. she's abandoning gender and sexuality itself - at least theoretically. if you're frustrated trying to be EITHER male or female and EITHER homo or hetero then this is for you. if you want to understand how sexuality and gender is being inscribed on your body and produced WITHIN you for political purposes, then read it.

she's also gone far beyond the realm of the pronouns in the english language i'm using to describe her.

cannot recommend it highly enough.

Beatriz Preciado

Testo Junkie: Sex, Drugs, and Biopolitics


I live in a world where many things I thought impossible are possible.

—Guillaume Dustan, Dans ma chambre (1996)

The day of your death I put a 50-mg dose of Testogel on my skin, so that I can begin to write this book. The carbon chains, O-H3, C-H3, C-OH, gradually penetrate my epidermis and travel through the deep layers of my skin until they reach the blood vessels, nerve endings, glands. I’m not taking testosterone to change myself into a man, nor as a physical strategy of transsexualism; I take it to foil what society wanted to make of me, so that I can write, fuck, feel a form of pleasure that is post-pornographic, add a molecular prostheses to my low-tech transgendered identity composed of dildos, texts, and moving images; I do it to avenge your death.

I spread the gel over my shoulders. First instant: the feeling of a light slap on the skin. The feeling changes into one of coldness before it disappears. Then nothing for a day or two. Nothing. Waiting. Then an extraordinary lucidity settles in gradually, accompanied by an explosion of the desire to fuck, walk, go out everywhere in the city. This is the climax in which the spiritual force of the testosterone mixing with my blood takes the fore. Absolutely all the unpleasant sensations disappear. Unlike speed, the movement going on inside has nothing to do with agitation, noise. It’s simply the feeling of being in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the city. Unlike coke, there is no distortion in the perception of self, no logorrhea nor any feeling of superiority. Nothing but the feeling of strength reflecting the increased capacity of my muscles, my brain. My body is present to itself. Unlike speed and coke, there is no immediate come down. A few days go by, and the movement inside calms, but the feeling of strength, like a pyramid revealed by a sandstorm, remains.

How can I explain what is happening to me? What can I do about my desire for transformation? What can I do about all the years I defined myself as a feminist? What kind of feminist am I today? A feminist hooked on testosterone, or a transgendered body hooked on feminism? I have no other alternative but to revise my classics, to subject those theories to the shock that was provoked in me by the practice of taking testosterone. To accept the fact that the change happening in me is the metamorphosis of an era.

The changes within neoliberalism that we are witnessing are characterized not only by the transformation of “gender,” “sex,” “sexuality,” “sexual identity,” and “pleasure” into objects of the political management of living, but also by the fact that this management itself is carried out through the new dynamics of advanced techno-capitalism, global media, and biotechnologies. We are being confronted with a new type of hot, psychotropic punk capitalism. These recent transformations are imposing an ensemble of new micro-prosthetic mechanisms of control of subjectivity by means of biomolecular and multimedia technical protocols. Our world economy is dependent upon the production and circulation of hundreds of tons of synthetic steroids, on the global diffusion of a flood of pornographic images, on the elaboration and distribution of new varieties of synthetic legal and illegal psychotropic drugs (e.g., enaltestovis, Special K., Viagra, speed, crystal, Prozac, ecstasy, poppers, heroin, Prilosec), on the flood of signs and circuits of the digital transmission of information, on the extension of a form of diffuse urban architecture to the entire planet in which megacities of misery are knotted into high concentrations of sex-capital.

In order to distinguish this new capitalism from the nineteenth century disciplinary regime, I shall call “pharmacopornographic capitalism” this new regime of the production of sex and sexual subjectivity.

After World War II, the somatopolitical context of the production of subjectivity seems dominated by a series of new technologies of the body (which include biotechnology, surgery, endocrinology, and so forth) and representation (photography, cinema, television, cybernetics, videogames, and so forth) that infiltrate and penetrate daily life like never before. These are biomolecular, digital, and broadband data transmission technologies. The invention of the notion of gender in the 1950s as a clinical technique of sexual reassignment, and the commercialization of the Pill as a contraceptive technique, characterized the shift from discipline to pharmacopornographic control. This is the age of soft, feather-weight, viscous, gelatinous technologies that can be injected, inhaled—“incorporated.” The testosterone that I use belongs to these new gelatinous biopolitical technologies.

When I take a dose of testosterone in gel form or inject it in liquid form, what I’m actually giving myself is a chain of political signifiers that have been materialized in order to acquire the form of a molecule that can be absorbed by my body. I’m not only taking the hormone, the molecule, but also the concept of a hormone, a series of signs, texts, and discourses, the process through which the hormone came to be synthesized, the technical sequences that produce it in the laboratory. I inject a crystalline, oil-soluble steroid carbon chain of molecules, and with it a fragment of the history of modernity. I administer to myself a series of economic transactions, a collection of pharmaceutical decisions, clinical tests, focus groups, and business management techniques. I connect to a baroque network of exchange and to economic and political flow-chains for the patenting of the living. I am linked by T to electricity, to genetic research projects, to mega-urbanization, to the destruction of forests and the biosphere, to pharmaceutical exploitation of living species, to Dolly the cloned sheep, to the advance of the Ebola virus, to HIV mutation, to antipersonnel mines and the broadband transmission of information. In this way, I become one of the somatic connectives that make possible the circulation of power, desire, release, submission, capital, rubbish, and rebellion.

As a body—and this is the only important thing about being a subject-body, a techno-living system—I’m the platform that makes possible the materialization of political imagination. I am my own guinea pig for an experiment on the effects of intentionally increasing the level of testosterone in the body of a bio-female. Instantly, the testosterone turns me into something radically different than a cis-female. Even when the changes generated by this molecule are socially imperceptible. The lab rat is becoming human. The human being is becoming a rodent. And, as for me: neither testo-girl nor techno-boy. I am just a port of insertion for C19H28O2. I’m both the terminal of one of the apparatuses of neoliberal governmentality and the vanishing point through which escapes the will to control of the system. I’m the molecule and the State, and I’m the laboratory rat and the scientific subject that conducts the research; I’m the residue of a biochemical process. I am the future common artificial ancestor for the elaboration of new species in the perpetually random process of mutation and genetic drift. I am T.

I do not want the female gender that has been assigned to me at birth. Neither do I want the male gender that transsexual medicine can furnish and that the State will award me if I behave in the right way. I don’t want any of it. I am a copyleft biopolitical agent that considers sex hormones free and open biocodes, whose use shouldn’t be regulated by the State commandeered by pharmaceutical companies.

The consumption of testosterone, like that of estrogen and progesterone in the case of the Pill, does not depend upon any ideal constructions of gender that would come to influence the way we act and think. We are confronted directly by the production of the materiality of gender. Everything is a matter of doses, of melting and crystallization points, of the rotary power of the molecule, of regularity, of milligrams, of the form and mode of administration, of habit, of praxis. What is happening to me could be described in terms of a “molecular revolution.” In detailing this concept in order to refer to the revolt of May ’68, Félix Guattari certainly was not thinking of cis-females who self-administer testosterone. On the other hand, he was attentive to structural modifications generated by micropolitical changes such as the consumption of drugs, changes in perception, in sexual conducts, in the invention of new languages. It is a question of becomings, of multiplicities. In such a context, “molecular revolution” could point to a kind of political homeopathy of gender. It’s not a matter of going from woman to man, from man to woman, but of contaminating the molecular bases of the production of sexual difference, with the understanding that these two states of being, male and female, only exist as “biopolitical fictions,” as somatic effects of the technical process of normalization. It’s a matter of intervening intentionally in this process of production in order to end up with viable forms of incorporated gender, to produce a new sexual and affective platform that is neither male nor female in the pharmacopornographic sense of these terms, which would make possible the transformation of the species. T is only a threshold, a molecular door, a becoming between multiplicities.

lol....people really moshing at a baby metal concert? I don't believe it.

also...witch....love that song. thanks for that!

i've also talked about my belief that if nothern ireland ever did build a totally unified state (which is not possible) it would go into a war of conquest with its neighbours instead of itself.

as for anarcho anything - these ideas are not worth taking seriously. they don't describe anything. the state would simply reform in these situations, if you can't see that, then you're blinded by the american ideology of individualism.

you can say that the state is a parasite and an instrument of war. fine, thats true. but the idea that taking it away would resolve these problems? absurd.

http://www.theguardian.com/politics/...ance-threshold

You couldn't make it up.

i got me a pdf of testo yonqui (in spanish).

the first chapter reads pretty good. it's really good actually-- but i haven't found it mind-blowing yet. it's very cyberpunk, and people have been doing that since the 80s/90s (first the writers and the artists, then donna haraway and all those college "technoculture" anthologies). not saying that she's not making her own contribution to this-- but she's part of a long storied tradition (as far as i can see anyway) of human animal as machine/ body modification/hacking. i did like the story about the cars a lot. i'm eager to get further into this.

she's also made me curious about guillaume dustan-- whose death launches the book. anyone here read him?

tax cuts for the rich, workfare and riot police batons for the rest of us.

here's the thing though - people tolerate the tories because they think "this evil will make us rich". but it isn't working. the economic revival is a lie based on false statistics. they've got nothing and privately they are terrified.

it's working for the 0.1%. there's like a 40% of striving working people and pensioners that think they can move up a bit, but they are deluded. the individualist "fuck everyone but my bank manager" ethic cannot work because it relies on the masses working and spending enough to prop you up. but there are no jobs and nothing new is coming.

bill gates recently said what i was saying even before him - software is going to replace jobs on a scale people cannot imagine. all those admin and managerial posts will be replaced by algorithms. thatcher thought computers were a "fad" that would bring no economic benefit. the majority of people in the uk and elsewhere are too ignorant of technology to see what is coming. especially tories.

they've got nothing to offer but a return to victorian era inequality. but even that is IMO not sustainable.

global warming is already starting to sink these islands and it will slowly ruin more land and creep up the thames. the next few decades are probably the ones in which the uk and parts of europe loses its power as china and russia rise.

i havent watched the video. if he lives in america he's an american. only americans have the idea that they aren't really americans and can be like irish people or german people before they're americans. no. sorry, you're all american.

getting rid of the government just means a new government will form. the fantasy that it won't is one of the most popular and unique american memes. i don't know what the fuck you expect? no government = everything will be cool and we won't like need cops or anything, we can do everything ourselves. until a militia forms, or are they a prototype of what will become the new government/police force?

how can i answer these questions that american culture is obsessed with other than to ask you to provide me with an explanation of how it can turn out different?

you've got an oedipal complex since you ran away from the british and defeated them and are so desperate to define yourselves as "freedom" - which just works out as "freedom from" and the answer seems to be "THE GOVERNMENT!" or the cia or whatever evil authority is controlling your brains.

you ARE the fucking government. you're the government for half the world. you've got bases all over the place. you fund dictators and then encourage democratic rebellions then fail to aid them properly and the country ends up with a new dictator worse than the last one.

i know you don't want this responsibility and want something that obfuscates the fact you are now exactly the same kind of imperialists as the ones you originally fled from - but don't look to me for the answer to this ideological paradox if you aren't happy with what i've got to say.

here's a good example of what i'm talking about in the last post -

saddam - they shall drown in their own blood

did they die did they die?

now they died.

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yes they did. invade, dismantle the government, refuse to pay the military and what happens?

the answer was supposed to be democracy, a baghdad mcdonalds and a statue of milton friedman.

guess what actually happened.

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there's a big contradiction at the heart of american ideology - one the one hand the individual has to be free - which is never really defined - on the other hand you want democracy - so all the american individuals in your corporations and your military end up wanting to depose democratic politicians in order to loot, i mean, do business in these foreign countries.

the result is more hatred and fear of the government by the people, who prefer to blame the government because they don't want to blame their own military that carries out the atrocities/liberations.

fair enough, that's the way it is.

but then the idea that people get from this - that the answer is to depose the government and then wait for some magical X to bring total freedom - it doesn't make a lot of sense.

if you wanted to make the country isolationist and not interfere overseas, guess what you'd need? a strong government. lol. but even then, all the fresh new amerinazis who immigrate from abroad would come with vendettas and plans for loot, and they'd find a way to launch missions of conquest from the safety of the american continent somehow. it's a catch 22. please don't ask me to solve these geopolitical issues that strike to the very core of our morality as human beings and ends up making accomplices to murder of us all.

it's ironic but the more racially diverse america becomes, the more imperialist it will become.

the answer i think is to focus on using your first world status to develop the technology and industry that can actually help people and create new ways to live, which the rest of the world can at least adopt as some sort of advantage as we first worlders loot and enslave the fuck out of it. although maybe im partially exempt from this guilt, since im a 2nd worlder. front page of the newspaper yesterday "leader of political party brags about the 2 people he murdered a few years ago."

please don't talk to me about the evil of governments - i live through what happens when you can't manage to have one for more than a few years. it's not fun.

i dont have the answers. im just a fat decadent infantilized consumer, as long as i keep eating mcdonalds all the horror and rage i feel at all the murder in the world will be suppressed by the warm surge of my fluctuating blood sugar levels. it all gets absorbed through my membrane and turned into funny videos and gifs. i laugh and my arteries harden and my tense inhuman soul opens two browser windows and amuses itself to oblivion with pornhub and ync.news videos playing simultaneously. eventually the bullets and the cumshots merge into the same thing. allah ackbar as the head is sawed off and the groans match the brutal slapping of sexflesh. it's all the same nightmare. mass species extinction is our only redemption.

now excuse me, ive got to go buy some chocolate and crisps.

(i clicked the video but didn't bother watching it.)

that's fair enough.

still - anarcho syndicalism and whatever are dead, redundant ideas. if they could have worked, they'd have worked already.

when a video talks about "anarchist free market" - that's simply delusional. your free market anarchist utopia would have magically arisen in iraq after the invasion like the neo cons said it would.

the idea of a totally free market with no state is a delusion and a fantasy.

when i click on that video and hear someone so smugly trying to assert that his fantasy is correct because X group doesn't understand the brilliant political logic he's read on the internet, i see a niaeve propagandist who is going to continue on this ego trip until reality gets through and he realizes he doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about.

until then that guy is free to bark his brilliant logic about how leftists and statists don't understand the fucking dipshit idiocy he believes in into the digital void and i'm free to not listen to ideas i already read about 7 years ago.

Yes. More babymetal posts.


Now. n'nikkin...what do you think of mashing merzbow with hatsune miku?

someone should do this!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111

oh shit forgot the link
it exists

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvYQyT0USdU

Also....check out Hatsune Kaidan and
Watashino koko


just do it.

what babymetal are doing is the same as what OOO philosopher timothy morton has talked about.


World turns out to be an aesthetic effect based on a kind of blurriness and aesthetic distance. This blurriness derives from an entity's ignorance concerning objects. Only in ignorance can objects act like blank screens for the projection of meaning. "Red sky at night, shepherd's delight" is a charming old saw that evokes days when shepherds lived in worlds, worlds bounded by horizons on which things occurred such as red sunsets. The sun goes down, the sun comes up -- of course now we know it doesn't, so Galileo and Copernicus tore big holes in that particular notion of world. Likewise, as soon as humans know about climate, weather becomes a flimsy, superficial appearance that is a mere local representation of some much larger phenomenon that is strictly invisible. You can't see or smell climate. Given our brains' processing power, we can't even really think about it all that concretely. You could say then that we still live in a world, only massively upgraded. True, but now world means significantly less than it used to -- it doesn't mean "significant for humans" or even "significant for conscious entities."

A simple experiment demonstrates plainly that world is an aesthetic phenomenon. I call it The Lord of the Rings vs. The Ball Popper test. For this experiment you will need a copy of the second part of Peter Jackson's The Lord of the Rings trilogy. You will also require a Playskool Busy Ball Popper, made by Hasbro.

Now play the scene that I consider to be the absolute nadir of horror, when Frodo, captured by Faramir, is staggering around the bombed-out city Osgiliath when a Nazgul (a Ringwraith) attacks on a "fell beast," a terrifying winged dragon-like creature.

Switch on the ball popper. You will notice the inane tunes that the popper plays instantly undermine the coherence of Peter Jackson's narrative world.

The idea of world depends upon all kinds of mood lighting and mood music, aesthetic effects that by definition contain a kernel of sheer ridiculous meaninglessness. It's the job of serious Wagnerian worlding to erase the trace of this meaninglessness. Jackson's trilogy surely is Wagnerian, a total work of art or Gesamkunstwerk in which elves, dwarves and men have their own languages, their own tools, their own architecture -- this is done to fascist excess as if they were different sports teams. But it's easy to recover the trace of meaninglessness from this seamless world -- absurdly easy, as the toy experiment proves.

Stupid Kids' Toy 5, Wagnerian Tolkien Movie Nil. What can we learn from this? "World," a key concept in ecophenomenology, is an illusion. And objects for sure have a hidden weirdness. In effect, the Stupid Kids' Toy "translated" the movie, clashing with it and altering it in its own limited and unique way.

- Timothy Morton, Peak Nature

Hey dead-batt, can you review Ministry's live album "In Case you didn't feel like showing up...Live"?

MINISTRY - IN CASE YOU DIDN'T FEEL LIKE SHOWING UP

i was always sympathetic to industrial, although i wasn't exposed to it until after its peak. there was this kind of crude materialism to it - the video has footage of oil rigs - massive industrial structures. i think what was going on here was something that it's a shame we've lost. it was this kind of niaeve belief that all ideology and human pretension was being crushed under the might of these massive industrial monoliths and their violence and inhuman strength - a lot of metal and industrial bands explored this. there's something really interesting about this period - 80's/90's, where we don't yet have a definitive understanding of neuroscience and we don't know what role, if any, the human has in this world. so we are still imaging ourselves as kind of projected spirits made powerful by the might of our steel and machines. it also probably had a lot to do with the terror of nuclear war and a kind of determination to live as some sort of mutant amongst the devastation.

i like this and think it was fundamentally positive, because there's a sense in which it was a kind of brutal communalism - the idea that humanity is this sick weak thing that's being exhilaratingly crushed by, and also endowed with god like strength, by its technics. these bands were looking out at the noumenal world and reveling in the fact that there is this space in it where all human vanities and souls are irrelevant. if you get blasted by a nuke you're dead and it doesn't matter who you are or what you think. there's a kind of holy indifference to all this that these bands wanted to tap into. it merged with cyberpunk as well. the movie doom generation was the pinnacle of this and has an industrial soundtrack.

as i said, i really liked all this stuff, because it had this great attitude of sickness, cynicism and darkness in the face of these inhuman structures. this was really healthy and cool but it totally got wiped away by the time the 00's came around. it was all about the darkness of the world! it was also this kind of 80's consumerist idea that everything we were doing was getting bigger, harder, more inhuman, and it would just stretch to the skies and onto to infinity. that didn't happen of course, but if you look at old cyberpunk imagery, the future they depict is one where buildings just loom and get bigger and bigger and more dense and complex and every part of them is taken up with satelites and pipes and wires and stuff. whereas what really happened was the reverse, things got minimalist and tried to be as natural and light and non threatening as possible.

i think therefore this music was sort of about the way the human body was being absorbed by its environment, and it represents a kind of limit, and IRL instead of getting like this things just imploded and became smaller, more compact, and eventually you have iPODs which is a piece of consumer electronics that is not being marketed as this kind of phallic thing like its harder, bigger, better, more complex, more features, lists of technical details and schematics and numbers and specs all emphasizing this intensity and power, but is instead being marketed as a kind of cutesy kitschy naturalist narcissistic appendage to the body.

also you had nin who took this and made it all about the personal angst of the interior of trents soul/anus, which kind of ruined it.

but of course, it was mixed up with a lot of rock n roll bullshit and macho posturing. the moment for this stuff has long passed, which is a shame, because i think it was a lot cooler than what replaced it.

and we just don't have the kind of darkness that this music has anymore. we have hyper personalized music where the backround and the technology, if there even is any, is all subsumed by the leering body of the performer. so it seems we became desperate to have the world reduced to a part of our souls rather than the inverse like in industrial.



so yeah, that's my view on this album i've never even listened to before.

"also you had nin who took this and made it all about the personal angst of the interior of trents soul/anus, which kind of ruined it."

I agree

that review is basically me making up things about a genre of music i can only barely remember seeing traces of when i was a kid. so that's my grown up interpretation of my childhood media derived hallucinations of what it was.

You are very close to the truth.

Ministry, Nitzer Ebb, Revolting Cocks, Skinny Puppy, Front 242, Meat Beat Manifesto....

so much rage. the times were different. people were pissed off. nowadays, most bands seem to be slightly annoyed at stuff instead of pissed off.

exactly. it's pathetic.

what should have happened was all the rage, frustration, exhaustion, depression brought about by post industrial consumer society would have culminated in a fatalistic desire to abandon all vitalist energies and bring about a kind of apocalypse. there was a sense in the 90's that people were sick of all ideologies and wanted to abandon these structures for a technologically enhanced post humanism.

this is the impression i got - people really were sick of history and didn't want to get fooled by the lies and false promises that any kind of human authority would inevitably make.

mark fisher seems to say something like this at when he talks about the short lived accelerationist movement and the philosophy of nick land, where they talked about jungle and drum and bass "making the extinction accessible as a dancefloor" or whatever it was. this was going on in the 90's, and the aesthetic of the likes of metalheadz was similar to industrial.

you had piercings and that kind of dark techno fashion, some nu metal was like this at the very start. the fashion was straight lines, blocks, squares, robot like stuff, and then you had bright fluorescent colours and hair dyes.

i mean, back then the kind of add campaigns we have now would not have worked. they would have been ridiculed. there was a sense that people wanted darkness, seriousness, intensity, technology. all that 90's cynicism and exhilarated bleakness - all that is gone now.

there was a counter cultural attitude that you could just about detect at the fringes that was dismissive and mocking, and from a negative perspective. it was one where we expected power to lure us with promises of a happy life and we mocked it rather than desperately trying to go along with it with a kind of ironic sincerity like we do now.

i know that i am totally embellishing and exaggerating this but whatever.

i think there was a concerted campaign that took off in the 00's to enforce this hyper positivity. and i think this was a form of torture in which the masses were subjected to a kind of psychological warfare that relied on taunting them about their nihilism, forcing them to disavow death and making culture into this narcissistic, personalized space where you can't possible be pissed off about anything because what's the point? so we had twee and kitsch and the revival of hippie aesthetics, and now EVERY SINGLE ADD ON TV is banjo or ukulele music and cooing voices talking to you like an infant.

lastpsychiatrist pointed out how nowadays you don't sell say a pc or a smartphone on its specs, you sell it as like a mirror enhancing the narcissism of the consumer. it's all child like and interactive and the world it's depicting is one of bright colours, cleanliness, plainness and nature. happy sunshine shit.

eternal infantilism.

it's hard to resist.

and its a good way of managing a population whom you have no intention of helping in anyway, and view merely as consumer cattle to be harvested for profit as either wage slaves or addicts.

keep them infantilized and they'll kick and scream at having to think about how their lives are never satiated by the deluge of junk and noise that is supposed to compose their individuality. they won't look around them and start demanding to know what public works projects they can expect. when in the future will they have an energy infrastructure that allows them to go without having to chose between turning on the lights and eating cos electricity is so expensive.

why is there no fusion yet? why aren't we pouring funds into state research, since it gave us the fucking internet and the technology that apple used to turn themselves into billionaires. what do these warmongering bastards plan to do to stop us from kicking them out and making the next generation of their incestuous bloodlines end up in the kind of menial shitwork we are lucky to even get paid for anymore? now that we could easily get rid of almost all cash register jobs with computers, and replace secretarial and admin jobs with software programmes, how do our governments plan to allow us a future where our leisure time and material prosperity INCREASE?

people should be screaming about all this until the pieces of shit that condescend to them are terrified to say the wrong thing. they should be demanding a future that enriches them instead of promises them nothing. we've worked for centuries to enrich these cunts and nowadays they don't even pretend to offer us a future better than what we have now.

it's all about getting people to navel gaze. when people are infantilized they'll dress up as clowns and parody the government, then maybe get kettled in the odd riot. they won't go beyond their individual posturing, and careerism.

at the same time, infantilism can have a good aspect because you can refuse to take it seriously when those in power pretend to enter into dialogue with you. but this in its own isn't enough unless you make them feel THREATENED. and noone in charge feels afraid of us anymore.

i'd like the government to feel the kind of fear they feel for islamic terrorists when they think about their own population and decide it's time for another round of austerity or war.