Sure, I enjoy watching magaturds freaking the fuck out over Harris/Walz and enjoy watching Zionist assholes who think you are mentally ill freaking the fuck out over not-Shapiro and enjoy mocking both as much as anyone but
Most of the grid below (and the paragraph below the below hexjeff) made in the days before the Walz pick and the angry links still valid despite the euphoric glee of rank-and-file Democrats remembering what it feels like when motherfucking professional Democrats fight back if even only performatively (don't yuck my yum the person I'm related to by marriage tells me). 
Reminder: there cannot be the level of immiseration and enshitification the Western ruling class deems necessary to survive and profit without increasing the assholification of crackers and christers whose creed and faith demand the devout to be assholes unto god and country (I am rereading Faulkner's *Light in August,* first time in decades, want to read the scariest chapter I've ever encountered depicting the mind of a complete crackerchrister asshole? read the Doc Hines chapter, chapter 16, lordy).
Our shitlords are fine with Donald Trump leading the way but keenly understand that assholification will happen faster, better, deeper if Harris wins, she's in on the game and will move heaven and earth to maintain Democrats -.06% less shittiness and will not codify Roe and will not ban assault weapons or any enact any other leftist wet dreams. She will be a genocidaire
And reminder: Trump still may win, and even if he doesn't it may be close enough when he claims fraud the chaos everyone anticipates happens (which will give Democrats even greater chances to move right). Too: my Mope Grooves binge continues, shame it took Pohlman dying to remind me to binge, fuck me
SATURDAY NIGHT AS AN ADULT
Anne Carson
We really want them to like us. We want it to go well. We overdress. They are narrow people, art people, offhand, linens. It is early summer, first hot weekend. We meet on the street, jumble about with kisses and are we late? They had been late, we’d half-decided to leave, now oh well. That place across the street, ever tried it? Think we went there once, looks closed, says open, well. People coming out. O.K. Inside is dark, cool, oaken. Turns out they know the owner. He beams, ushers, we sit. And realize at once two things, first, the noise is unbearable, two, neither of us knows the other well enough to say bag it. Our hearts crumble. We order food by pointing and break into two yell factions, one each side of the table. He and she both look exhausted, from (I suppose) doing art all day and then the new baby. We eat intently, as if eating were conversation. We keep passing the bread. My fish comes unboned, I weep pretending allergies. Finally someone pays the bill and we escape to the street. For some reason I was expecting snow outside. There is none. We decide not to go for ice cream and part, a little more broken. Saturday night as an adult, so this is it. We thought we’d be Nick and Nora, not their blurred friends in greatcoats. We cover our ears inside our souls. But you can’t stop it that way.
1/ian welsh's big picture of financial collapse reminds me of george carlin's wise saying: enjoy what you got - it ain't gonna get any better
ReplyDelete2/theodicy cosmodicy anthropodicy - einstein wondered is the universe a friendly place or not? ian anderson's "bungle in the jungle" says "he's a lover of life but a player of pawns" and "he who made kittens made snakes in the grass" - so i guess this is a universe made of ten thousand things [metaphorically speaking] - some are friendly and some aren't - maybe there really is pie in the sky when you die but i don't see it
2.5/enjoy what you got
3/what about free will? could be
Gemini chatbot's summary of the beginning of a book i haven't read
Free Agents: How Evolution Gave Us Free Will
Introduction
Kevin Mitchell, a neuroscientist, challenges the prevailing notion that free will is an illusion, a product of deterministic processes. In Free Agents, he proposes a counterintuitive argument: free will is a real and evolved capacity. He contends that the idea of humans as mere automatons, responding mechanically to stimuli, is a misconception. Instead, Mitchell posits that we are "agents" - beings with the ability to make choices, set goals, and act autonomously.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1 sets the stage for Mitchell's argument by introducing the prevailing view of free will as an illusion. He discusses the influence of deterministic philosophies and the impact of neuroscience, which has often been interpreted as undermining the concept of free will. However, Mitchell argues that this interpretation is flawed. He asserts that understanding the brain’s mechanisms does not equate to negating free will. Instead, it provides insights into how free will might operate.
Mitchell introduces the concept of "agency" as a cornerstone of his argument. He differentiates agency from mere reaction, suggesting that agency involves a capacity for goal-directed behavior, learning, and adaptation. The chapter lays the groundwork for exploring how this capacity evolved over billions of years.
Essentially, Mitchell positions himself against the deterministic view of human behavior and introduces the idea that free will is a real phenomenon worthy of scientific investigation.
4/i enjoy the hexjeffs
RE: Der Bumble Trump may still win: we must admit the Witless Spectacle is being plotlined with masterfully stupid twists. In which bearable Universe is the Terracotta Killary a beacon of hope? (Though I do think she's a perfectly good tool for teaching Liberal Fetishists that any Polytician, falling within a broad range of 'darkish,' with a shit-eating grin and an eerily-white-seeming-ability-to-jive-talk-with-condescending-bonhomie to Actual Blacks... is *not*, by default, also Black; only the Kapo Koloreds are giving Terracotta Killary a "pass" because they're paid to: just remember how conflicted Naipaul was about being a Carib-being).
ReplyDeleteAlso: re: that cherry-voluptuous heartbreaker up yonder: i can't get at it with a "like" but that's my punishment: Art is a hedge maze of exclusions