Manning. A friend and I were emailing:
Him: I don't get at all the fetishization of the rules, for one. And the fetishization of contracts is always bizarre to me. And that there is a military jurisdiction outside of our normal rules and laws and set of rights is, in fact, part of the problem.The more the lawlessness of the ruling class is revealed the more the ruling class will enforce the rules on their subjects. Beyond Manning's particular case, the majority response that he's getting just what he deserves is another example of the efficacy of the deliberate and continuing routinization of state brutality. The celebration of that brutality by those being trained to expect and accept it reiterates what fucking herd animals humans are.
Me: As for fetishization with the rules, in a world going to hell when rules you live by are revealed as fraudulent, I wouldn't expect anything different. People are weird animals.
- Record year for billionaires.
- The peasants are revolting.
- Totalitarian aesthetics.
- Duck, duck.... noose.
- Schwartz trademarks Grobama. Let me reiterate my claims to obamapostasy and obamapology, though the second hasn't been used here in months.
- A lot of denial.
- Capital and the spectacle.
- Commence pigstorm in 3, 2, 1.....
- I guess I've never cheated on my wife because I don't love my country enough.
- I could have hit Juan Williams crossing Mass Ave a month ago. Sorry.
- There are no accidents around here.
- Are you an anarchist?
- Evidence of possibility.
- Snark aside, no surprise.
- Cretinous hoaxsters.
- Sandy Spring!
- I only saw the first nine minutes (which sucks because United scored in the tenth) and the replay isn't archived yet as I type this Wednesday night, but looking at the line-up, Benny started Barklage at right back and brought in Kitchen as holding-mid late.
- Experimental champions. Second mention of Purdy in a week.
- Ten best neglected literary classics? I spent a good part of one semester with the Gissing in a Victorian Studies class.
- Elizabeth Bishop's other art.
- Auto da Fe, part three.
- Les Murray.
- The history of science fiction for those of you who do.
- Silliman's always generous lit-links.
Us all on sore cement was we.
Not warmed then with glares. Not glutting mush
under that pole the lightning's tied to.
No farrow-shit in milk to make us randy.
Us back in cool god-shit. We ate crisp.
We nosed up good rank in the tunnelled bush.
Us all fuckers then. And Big, huh? Tusked
the balls-biting dog and gutsed him wet.
Us shoved down the soft cement of rivers.
Us snored the earth hollow, filled farrow, grunted.
Never stopped growing. We sloughed, we soughed
and balked no weird till the high ridgebacks was us
with weight-buried hooves. Or bristly, with milk.
Us never knowed like slitting nor hose-biff then.
Nor the terrible sheet-cutting screams up ahead.
The burnt water kicking. This gone-already feeling
here in no place with our heads on upside down.