I’ve seen The Wire brought up lately and I don’t mean to waste a lot of brain activity on it – I like doing this thing where I just ignore superfluous, gratuitous, uninvited, racist, fascist, imperialist media thereby extinguishing its existence/influence in at least my mind garden – but it is so shockingly bad and obviously being churned back up for Reasons. I don’t think anyone should waste a lot of words on it as a piece of media unto itself. It’s a distillation of some of the worst crimes against humanity and the formerly enslaved and their descendants. Formerly enslaved within our present, collective lifetimes. There is still no bigger taboo in modern times than to bring this up on the platforms we still have some form of access to in the age of woke point whatever, DEI demonization, “critical race theory” pearl clutching, and media filled with this shit.

I only became aware of the show by way of a communications class circa 2010 in which a so-called “fellow” classmate used a clip for a presentation we were assigned. I don’t even recall the exact theme now; this exposure was enough to block out other memories. But I’m sure it was just a show and tell kind of thing about the “nuances” of some form of media speaking to us for some fucking reason or another. He was a young man from a suburban Kansas City county which boasts one of the highest median incomes in the US. “Public schools” with endless resources, marvelous tree-lined winding streets that move traffic quickly to decent downtown hangs. I don’t know how that’s changed in the time since I lived there, and god knows I only visited that part, but I will say it’s a template I’ve seen across the continent developers look like they’re emulating but they are really not. The copies are fugazi – not to say such a thing is aspirational due to its original purpose, but there are people who live in comfort you know – badly built bullshit in most cases that does nothing to enrich the surrounding areas or even the lives of those who purchase or rent in these developments beyond having a thing to call a roof and a piece of property.

This area in Kansas and Missouri is representative of what lies just below the surface of every USian metro. Up until the early 1970s, I think 1972 to be exact, Black Americans were legally barred from owning property in the growing and more affluent counties that comprise Kansas City. They were segregated to counties further to the west and south on the Kansas side, notably Jackson and Wyandotte. This was enforced at the federal level by agencies and organizations that inevitably resulted in the HUD we have today. This segregation and apartheid was not limited the KC metro side in Kansas which should come as no surprise: my friend who bought a lovely late ’60s – early ’70s smallish ranch style 20+ years ago (plenty of stucco on frame baby with the perfectly molded archways that develop that lovely lived-in patina) in the southeast of the state realized that if she had been her father trying to buy it at her same age, he had no chance per the gov. The original deed read “shall not be sold to one of negro blood”.

Why is this type of thing not discussed every day among the precious discourse makers? Look at just that and apply it seriously to every other stark condition and situation that exists right now. You are on your way! You can finally quit fucking around with meeting people where they’re at or whatever, or calling workers fat, lazy, and stupid but like, wokely and dysgenically, because you have the truth on your side and you want nothing less than liberation. Oh wait, it is! Silly me. It’s like lack of generational wealth and the cost of living crisis, or something. WHEW. Well thank our lucky stars we have The Wire to give it to us the way it really is! Also the way it has to be according to everyone in on this pile of shit.

As I was saying, the suburbs I described are where my classmate hailed from. His father is East Asian, his mother is African American. He felt his suburban upbringing masked the reality that The Wire represented in some way he really wasn’t sure of, but since it was unfamiliar and his mother is Black, there must be some truth in one way or another because, I guess, privilege? Which apparently automatically turns off one’s sense-making abilities including notions of object permanence and the existence of other people stitching their clothes, killing their cows, picking their berries.

So up next on screen we have a 2-3 minute long clip of a fat Black woman in curlers shouting everything you would expect every Reaganite to shout at a young Black man. It was shocking, I really couldn’t believe such an insulting, deleterious thing existed and this guy was showcasing it. I cannot recall my presentation now, but I know it was not television related as I was actively trying to end TV then. I know it’s a lofty goal and I failed, but this is what I mean by shocking. I hadn’t had any kind of reference point for years or maybe at all with regard to what it has become. As a child, I remember how icky it felt to have those few corny network sitcoms aimed at us in the ’90s especially.

I caught another terrible clip earlier in my timeline of its initial opening scene. Pure trash. Young Black men are murdered yesterday, last week, a year ago, 12 years ago, 65 years ago for the “crime” of appearing to be a person who cannot be easily pushed around. The only people who enjoy this show or find any redeeming qualities in it desire that situation in one way or another; there is something in it that speaks to them. Not everything that costs a lot of money and has “production value” is something that is worthy of our energy or resources. Remember when it was okay to destroy confederate statues? Can we do that part again? Because this shit is worthy of being jettisoned into the sun, discussed only for educational purposes of a different sort to understand what our mistakes were so we quit making them and fall into the traps of capital and finance.

I have three other things that need my urgent attention but here I am because I think the case of Lindsay Clancy deserves my attention too, and I need to work on some thoughts about it. In case you didn’t know, the jury is to decide whether she is criminally responsible or not for the strangling murders of her own three precious children back in 2023.

I really had this hope “post covid” we USians would be less gullible and susceptible to obvious traps. It’s been very sad to see people consumed by taking one strong stance or another based on “commonwealth versus the defense” in the Lindsay Clancy case. That’s not to diminish either side’s effort because this procedural is supposed to be how things work when we’re faced with such unconscionably evil acts humans are known to do. But I don’t think it’s more or less than that, and a lot has been read into either side. The YouTube production and streaming of the case is hitting record numbers for viewership outside of what has become known as “true crime”.

“True crime” as a genre should end with the Lindsay Clancy case if USians are to be judged as human at all. Just last month when the trial began, I observed that this is “content creator” participation in and deference to ruling class child sacrifice.

I haven’t seen such blanket dismissal of victims and supposed – performative perhaps fits here – sympathy for a defendant in a while. Maybe not since Botham Jean [murdered by Dallas cop Amber Guyger 2018 for simply existing in his home who went on to receive the weirdest courtroom displays of forgiveness by his own surviving family members], but he at least received tributes and tears. Any tears shed for the horrific end these children faced is couched in [meaningless gestures toward] tragedy (as an inescapable occurrence we don’t have any control over).

Lindsay Clancy plotted. She is an educated nurse who had a rich white husband. Knowledge of postpartum disorders has increased greatly in the last quarter century, especially in affluent suburban Massachusetts. She shows no remorse. She is guilty and these children deserve justice we adults are supposed to demand. What she did is wrong and people need to be real and stop making lame excuses. The ones who stay making them see something of themselves in Lindsay Clancy.

The coverage is making me so angry. Psych grifters hopping on in defense, true crime types calling it “fascinating” with regard to the defense and the victims are completely erased by both, and they find a million excuses to not blame the actual culprit.

Many “observers” are proving just how deranged they are. Its media production seems to be a multivalent dragnet. Content creators are un/subconsciously showing their deference to ruling class child sacrifice, that’s what I think is really going on.

Clancy’s attorney is one Kevin Reddington who defense supporters refer to as “Red”, as if they are buds, as if he is doing something good for Clancy. He is not. I respect criminal defense attorneys immensely and I have been proud to support those doing important work in my career. But despite all the drama anyone wants to see and that is a possibility every now and then, the theatrics he has worked on this case are insulting, damaging, and terrible. He calls her innocent when she through he stipulated to killing her innocent children that involved manual strangulation, murdering one in front of another, and bloodshed.

That is not right, that is not moral, and I don’t think it’s an effective defense. From what could be thought of as a very pollyannaish perspective, a good defense attorney will never ask you if you did it. Of course the fact that she did it tracks with the type of defense Clancy is attempting and all the rules that apply to it in Massachusetts, but Reddington’s posture in the press and in the courtroom doesn’t attempt to alter the act itself to which she has already admitted, and it is rightly held is extreme contempt by society. You could be charged with murder, for instance, but the M word doesn’t need to leave your lawyer’s mouth if you acted in self defense or had some similarly justified reason for homicide.

But Reddington seems to get off on how Clancy “killed the kids”. I don’t know how many times he has repeated this throughout 21 days of trial that she “killed the kids”. And to her supporters and everyone trying to turn this into a debate on postpartum depression and psychosis, it’s simply a forgone conclusion that they are gone, and that’s basically how it had to be.

The double-triple-quadruple think moves at a clip I haven’t witnessed before. Things were going fine until these terrible doctors who only had dreams of getting her hooked on widely prescribed drugs and then Clancy had no choice but to strangle her children – this is actually a generous read of Reddington’s closing argument today, and it would be shocking to know if he still has fervent supporters left after his bawling theatrics that sounded assisted in part by co-counsel Jim Beam.

But this is the USA of course where child murder means next to nothing. Personally I have been pretty shocked by women who have asked me about the case. I chewed the fat through some other business with an acquaintance last week and once that was done, she asked, “so you still think she did it?” I was taken aback. Clancy’s entire defense rests on the fact that she did it. Another – “have you heard about the theory about her husband doing it?” yes, yes I have, and I didn’t want to hurt feelings about dumb ass expectations of Perry Mason reveals, but they exist here for some very carefully seeded reason, for some women who seem to be comfortable admitting to feeling of wanting to kill their children, or who try to justify their mind games and abuse they’ve already carried out.

Of course, no, no! That’s not what this is about. It’s that USian women are uniquely afflicted by postpartum disorders. You wouldn’t get it. And even if you did suffer from something that could be classified in the DSM, or even diagnosed with it, it doesn’t matter because it’s not the experience they had – there is an intense amount of policing of the forums and livechats in which the case is discussed that follows these truly insane, so-called parameters that are in fact nothing of the sort to my mind. They are safe spaces in which we don’t judge your homicidal feelings toward your young. And to point that out is insensitive.

Unfortunately, a lot of misogyny is being shuffled in with this operation. Nothing too surprising in that regard, and any seasoned watcher is familiar. But the complete lack of accountability in the mere act of consuming or observing the trial among the Clancy supporters who look to anyone but her as the culprit is more than worrisome. How do you get out of bed every day? I really want to ask, since you have so little to work with and the universe put pregnancy on you apparently. One woman gave me a script she seemed to have adopted word for word from one Kontent Kreator or another, just given a pill when she was feeling low and sent on her way. And oh has she done everything at the expense of her own self – gasp – for her young. She didn’t go on to tell me she “gets it” because she didn’t need to. I know she does.

The mothers who have done the most for their children hang on minute by minute in Gaza and never in my time of knowing some women who have asked me about this case have they expressed concern for them. What must it be like to give, sacrifice, worry, survive, perhaps kill for your young in one of the most brutal mass crime scenes of our lifetimes? It is shocking that so many women in this country can’t seem to relate and don’t care to. I have a feeling that in the aftermath of the Clancy case we’ll get some “woke 2.0”-feminist-but-in-the-girl-math-sense NATO run at recruitment for one theater or another. The messaging and then the response is something so sinister that I have not seen before with regard to child victims.

It’s interesting among the Kontent Kreators who is and isn’t covering it. It is clear to me that checks went out with NDAs. Lesser known ones staying “open minded” or in open support of the defense have upped their dramatic AI-enhanced thumbnails with “the characters” in the background when that hadn’t been part of their “brand” before. You just want to stop and say, what is wrong with you?

Even asking that is somehow discriminatory now. This old drunk windbag Kevin Reddington speaks for the right of all mothers to kill their children, and many of the Kontent Kreators telling others to shut up, they don’t get it, are also men. Reddington mocked every female state’s witness as dumb and brainless in his cross examinations. For every accusation he made against a witness for not taking this seriously in his bourbon addled mind, he repeated “killed the kids” three more times in open court. It is shameful.

For the commonwealth’s part, I am really fucking angry that their theory of the case is that Clancy meant to commit suicide after murdering her children. I can only say that I don’t think they take this seriously as they should either. She did not mean to commit suicide; she meant to create an alibi and she paralyzed herself. A lot of dumb defendants thinking that doing something dumb shows that they are actually innocent because if they really meant to, if they’re really guilty, do you think they would have done something so stupid? Yes I do. It happens all the time. Lindsay Clancy is not unique, she is not a poster child (Reddington actually calls her a kid; she is a degreed woman, once credentialed, of about 36) for how the medical system treats vulnerable mothers. Clancy was not that. Clancy had privileges and advantages that don’t exist in much of the world, and she didn’t have to kill her children; she was not going through psychosis. She had presence of mind without prior acts that indicated she was not in control of herself. Whether one likes it or not, the basic facts show it. That’s it. There is nothing more to read into it based on whatever one is being told to free associate it with the enhanced media of our age.

Lastly, the “women and accountability” meme that’s being used in misogynist guises is frustrating because there needs to be accountability. Motherhood is something I personally couldn’t take on, in its norte americanist sense that rules what it is supposed to look like to a degree I don’t have the fortitude for, but I treasure mothers who love their children and take on the impossible every day. I think most mothers are like this: selfless, loving, and they feel privileged to have created someone to love and care for and see into the world on their own terms. I really do, and I know it’s hard. But this is 2026 and we all know the score; we know the past sacrifices and what has yet to be done. Or we can pretend we don’t and revel in hidden sadistic desires cloaked in martyrdom we didn’t earn instead of asking why this appeals to us and do no work to better ourselves and that of our collective young who have what should be a bright, intriguing, and exciting future. The theme for the mothers who have taken up unquestioning defense of Lindsay Clancy? You’re better off dead, because I said so.

The things our brains can do during sleep are still viewed as mysterious and unknown, the biggest one being dreaming. It is remarkable to me how quickly the perceived importance of a dream can float away upon waking. The one I had last night, though a little more ominous than so many I have, struck me as still preferable to the situation we find ourselves in here, but not so different in some ways. I often dream of living out mundane yet memorable and joyful aspects of life in bustling, beautiful and lush cities built to harmonize with the environments from which they sprang, surrounded by people as busy as I am within their social circles whilst bumping into and interacting with others in a carefree, peaceful spirits. These of course are the ideal of dreams to me, existing in realities much better than the sectioned off and razed hellscapes we are forced to deal with in the seat of empire, dotted with a few oases to escape the more depressing elements that ultimately reign under this order.

I materialized in a purgatory with an adolescent body fully intact but with a brain capable of perception beyond that typical life stage as I remember of my own in this life. I was fully aware of this place as a purgatory and given an actual manual and shown the ropes by other teen-adults who did not mince words about the truth of the matters we were to deal with on this plane. We were able to mentally process that some truths were sordid but necessary to move past and to help others move past as well. Some physical abilities surpassed what we apparently knew in different lives, like flying (that old dream chestnut), but other limitations were strict, like the dwellings we were given. For example, I was set out to help another being like myself who had an architectural treasure of a flat with a fantastic rooftop living area beyond expectations I feel I’ve had in any life that she was squandering.

In reality, I have conversations with others my age and older about the Current Thing, that being a parasite everywhere all at once on produce that grows from this very earth we are supposed to collectively tend to, as if this something that is possible and life threatening. The only real parasite creeping into everything everywhere is the ruling “elite” ruining our lives, making them hell. Purgatory would be a relief.

So I says, I don’t care about this, very bluntly. I am beyond entertaining these things. I am beyond you squandering your upstairs access to the realities of others, the possibilities that exist in this world, and the divine. I’m so sick of it. They says, there are so many cases in the hospitals though! Well I still don’t care because I don’t buy it. They move on. Why? If this is a threat you are truly worried about, why is my passing disagreement and disgust enough for you to give up a fight? Well maybe there’s no advice or help to given if you go on with the fucked up state of your own house. There are other fixes surrounding us all to be done, but that ain’t the one for me to deal with or maybe any other living mortal.

Mikayla Nogueira has had an eventful year in the time since I last blogged about her and appears to have gone more “mainstream” as far as influencers can really go; I think this is largely due to humiliation practice and/or ritual but as we know this is programming that is endlessly useful for the ruling class, and her class – or her stratum or cohort with all its brainless trappings of “new money” – has grown to bask in this perverse masochism and enjoy it themselves. It helps that her mantra of “everythin’ is content” has also been widely adopted by impressionable minors and their dopey, absent caretakers and guardians – “parents” – who have left them to be raised by screens and therefore awful people such as her. Nogueira continues to prove that she is the ur-influencer or perhaps more accurately the template for influencing, particularly in the covid to post-covid times. Though individuals had similar trajectories in years past, she rose to infamy during the plandemic when masses more of people started to see their little dark electronic rectangles and their reflections in them as their true BFFs that continues on as a program today.

The limits to Nogueira’s reach as an individual influencer and people’s growing dissatisfaction with the genre she helped spur and create are being felt in 2026 like I hoped they would last year, but it’s still taking too long for my taste and really any hope we have of surviving as a people under the boot of empire in the core with any sense of democratic oversight and correction. Regardless, I still have faith this is an order that will fall. No, not through “multipolarity” or “declining empire”, but as necessity for expansion and total control they seek while we figure out how to resist and find ways to claw back; as a reminder, resistance to the covid order did happen, is still important, and this changed and adjusted the course the ruling class is still set on. Yes, much of it is still a shit show, obviously, but even in the infancy of 2026, I have felt that shift more acutely than during lulls in the program circa 2022-23. There is no going back. Things will further deteriorate and worsen, and we have to seriously look at the way in which we will have to unplug in a certain manner of speaking and what organization actually looks like outside of the thoroughly discredited DSA offshoot social media faux left, and that’s not to mention recognize what all we have lost since 2020.

Decent lefty complaints I commonly see online are about apathy toward antiwar/antiimperialist organizing. All apologies, but they, we, need to admit to our failures here, and much of that lies in understanding what has unfolded through the covid program. Everyone else is not failing what Left exists here; it is the other way around and that’s it when you claim you are the vanguard of the fight for self-determination and breaking the chains keeping us down, or at least trying to move toward that. It’s frankly disgusting that there are so many who claim to care about mass movement in the core toward Palestinian liberation and destroying the yoke of oppression from Cuba and throughout the Americas who in 2026 continue to ignore the level of dispossession covid imposed by force through lockdowns and all the mandates. Unfortunately, the workers who were harmed most in the core are further blamed by these supposed liberation seeking leftists — they are simultaneously ignorant and fully to blame for the ongoing wars against West Asian nations and peoples. This is illogical and bound to fail us into early graves if we are not evaporated into liquid dead biological material like scores of Palestinians already have been.

What does this have to do with one rough talking and equally roughly, prematurely aged Mikayla Nogueira? She is the face of “you will own nothing and be happy”, most notably the layer concerned with trapping people into debt through the markets of consumer products that hang on and must at this stage in efforts to perfect digital enslavement. Online influencers promote a level of consumerism and placation that younger generations recognize which is a form of class consciousness that needs to be expanded on and further developed. They do not believe that Nogueira and others have followings that are organically made up of millions of people; Nogueira alone boasts upwards of 20 million, but her engagement and true movement of product she advertises says otherwise. Regardless, she “founded” her alleged own cosmetics brand last year, “POV”, which is white labeled “landfill core” crap her limited audience is meant to subscribe to (preferably through micro payments as Nogueira’s bosses would have it).

She is yet another example of a ruling class darling “failing upwards”, admittedly in a newer, reinvented guise, but even this is as thin as the Temu paper mansions influencers have supposedly independently purchased with money only their paymasters actually make/print. POV was introduced as a five step (!) “skin prep” line that one is then expected to plaster over with makeup filled with god knows what. The next time you visit a drug or big box store on your regular provisions trip, take a good look at the cosmetics and skin care aisles. Skin prep is the latest and greatest! Thanks MikaylaJMakeup! What a contribution. And it is no different from the stuff her “TikTok shop” offers for at least $20 more per useless, uninspired, and unnecessary item.

Nogueira was the standard set forth once people were forced inside, jailed and surveilled in their own domiciles, and directed to “socialize” in only one direction. Influencer, aka “digital talent”, management firms continue to stress the importance of “creating relationships” (often referred to as parasocial). I don’t know if she ever had an organic audience who cared about her, but she was given a lot of eyeballs for being relatable, somehow, and not deemed “conventionally attractive” as she mastered her “artistry”. She was short and fat and pretty unfortunate looking but allegedly taught people to conceal their acne flawlessly. I don’t think her makeup has ever been that great, and as far as anyone knows, her only client has been herself. As she has developed as a digital product/brand, she has filtered herself to the point she is not recognizable between her online and “real life” versions of herself, of what is left of personhood in 2026. That is another part of the program.

Regardless of her “body type” she could be “shamed” (unfairly insulted) for including her profile and facial shape, she is an awful person, so these unfortunate aspects are only amplified. She has admitted to being “a catfish”, so many critics have started to see these imperfections as fair game, especially as she misleads minors she does in fact target and promotes body dysmorphia as desirable in having an “influencer career”. It is arguable that maybe she wasn’t always terrible before she was transformed into the ruling class butt baby abomination she is now and of course no one starts out that way. However, through written evidence uncovered by snarky snarking internet sleuths, MikaylaJMakeup has long held a lofty view of herself with a disdain toward others, even her own blood relation, based on shitty ambitious americanist jingoism and bigotry. Projects like her are certainly studied well before they “go viral”, so she was ripe for plucking to my mind.

Further, for all her “relatability”, she is a type of “beauty influencer” who represents a certain taste the ruling class has for “their women” which is nothing actually approaching beauty. (See also the monstrosity that is Lauren Sanchez, arguably the top of the ruling class faux-beauty food chain, ie hatred for women and revanchist, raw misogyny, and what they would have the women of the world aspire to.) Nogueira lies as easily as she breathes; she is vain and selfish; she is in fact ugly; she pathetically tries to align herself with visions of beauty she will never achieve through cosmetic procedures and surgeries that have aged her 20 years beyond the 28 she has spent on earth and cursed the rest of us with; she is otherwise physically ruining herself in pursuit of the former; she has no sense of style or taste; she exploits every aspect of her life for profit seeking including the people who tolerate her; and last but not least, she provides nothing of substance or anything resembling “content” a regular person in their right mind would want to consume.

She is also, unsurprisingly, wholly unoriginal. Nogueira’s heroine is one Jaclyn Hill, the 2010s beauty influencer 1.0 who clings to relevancy by way of Amazon affiliate link commissions the last I checked. If you can bear some AI-sounding narration at times and general YouTube creator schmaltziness, this video documenting Hill’s rise and fall provides in part the shocking transformation of her countenance — the gradual plasticization and mortification of herself that is her money maker. Nogueira has copied her attempts, her “raw” and supposedly relatable life dramas that she cycles through only to sell more product and keep as many eyeballs on her as possible, whether it is positive or negative attention. They also share a predilection for damaged men with substance abuse issues; Hill’s first husband was driven to fatal overdose left nearly penniless which her notoriety and craziness certainly didn’t help with, and Nogueira used her now estranged husband’s battles with sobriety and relapse for content regularly as if she owned him (one Cody Hawken). Her wedding did indeed go off as if it was a brand deal replete with influencer guests she was barely acquainted with on her rise to influencer-dom. The apparent 18 month contract was fulfilled, the ink is not yet dry on the divaws papahs, and the next beau is being used as marketing in her latest “collab” fragrance release. The cycle continues.

In addition to their drain on society, these influencers are clearly dangers to the people in their immediate orbit. I think that in some of the pseudo-analysis of what parasocial relationships are, the fact that everything is not perfectly staged gets lost. In other words, not everyone involved is “in on it” and human sacrifices are completely normal and expected, required even. Comparatively, we can look at the stage that actors, celebrities, politicians, and other traditional ruling class representatives inhabit and imagine similarly in part to cope with our own situations and that we are simply observers or spectators. With the encroachment of this carefully managed and curated flock of influencers replacing what was once only in the realm of Hollywood and cosmopolitan venues in exclusive (hyper-exploited) locations all over the world, we are being sold a bill of goods that this is somehow more democratic and representative of The People. There are fewer degrees of separation, and having spent lent away from microblogging and reflecting on being forced to think in one bourgeois framed topic to the next, disconnecting from that could mean life or death as conditions further deteriorate.

Next time, I want to look more carefully at the debt traps and schemes Nogueira and company represent. They affect generations who are now without any consciousness of life without digital imprisonment and surveillance. They make individual lives shorter and more miserable and work to ensure a tighter grip with indentured servitude being an ideal over slavery for “the rest”. The dead internet theory with its pitfalls and incompleteness in description of these mechanisms plays into it all as it is viewed by people with nascent class consciousness who need better guidance and not a new set of [anti-influencer] influencers as the netscape shifts and time runs short.

(For any regular readers of this blog, I have been working on part two to this post but I’ve mostly been trying to accomplish getting out of bed and maintaining some structure to my days since April when I wrote it. And, there is a lot of information that has proven to be challenging to condense in order to present a coherent narrative with regard to what “influencing” and subsequently mindless consumerism and the destruction of independent spirit has done to us. Hopefully a little blogging on the latest developments in a case I’ve followed for the better part of the decade gets my rusty gears unstuck.)

Donna Adelson’s trial for the murder of her former son-in-law, Dan Markel, who was married to her daughter Wendi Adelson (still an unindicted co-conspirator) started in earnest today in Tallahassee, Florida. Like her son, Charlie, she will be swiftly convicted. The evidence is overwhelming and the state’s opening argument closed the case already; pretty much any observer will question why she brought it to trial. And, like Charlie, it’s clear in communications open to the ears and eyes of the public she thinks she will be walking out and floating back down to Miami.

As I wrote in my post from 2023, there are legitimate ways to attack the state’s case. Charlie’s lawyer, Daniel Rashbaum, did not seem to explore any of them. He was paid at least one million dollars with Donna’s team raking in the multimillions no doubt. And, like Rashbaum, they are relying on narratives their clients want to put forth that flat out ignore the mountain of circumstantial evidence any normal person would see as damning and unrecoverable without some sort of technological challenge. A glaring example is chipping away at “clarified” recorded audio the state presented in their case in chief against Charlie, technology I have not seen in court before. Hiring experts and doing a full review of the discovery is outweighed by private plane and yacht rentals it seems.

The irony to that probability is that Charlie and Donna would likely give their blessings to such activities. That is the reality they inhabit, that they should be believed for who they are, their connections, and the money they can throw at people. In jail phone calls following his conviction, even as he came to terms with his sentence of life imprisonment, he urged his parents to calm themselves using benzodiazepines. It is surmised by observers that he communicated through their attorneys that Donna and his father, Harvey, should flee to a non-extradition country to escape prosecution. They were apprehended days after Charlie’s conviction hoping to board a one-way flight to Vietnam. Donna was hauled away in cuffs and Harvey went back to his high rise to fester alone in misery wondering when the knock on the door would come for him. On Tallahassee law enforcement time, it hasn’t come yet.

Incredibly, her attorney Jackie Fulford, a disgraced former Florida circuit judge, offered not much more than a performance during her opening statement, attempting to emotionally manipulate the jurors, gallery, and prosecution by discussing how wonderful a man Markel was and how loving and caring Donna is which is wholly belied by her venomous words and actions. More or less, Fulford says she’s an old granny, how could she even?

Fulford went on to avoid saying he was murdered, rather having his life taken and being killed. In other words, a steady drip of psychological manipulation and warfare that Donna and Charlie were quoted with urging Wendi on in email communications as her post-divorce and custody litigation dragged on.

The courtroom tactics so far have consisted of defense by ambush with Fulford and her co-counsel Joshua Zelman making untimely objections, stalling, and stonewalling. On top of that, presiding Judge Stephen Everett has already had to warn Donna against emotional displays which are pathetic and unbelievable, not a tear in sight. Harvey for his part offered a little smile and creepy two-handed wave upon seeing Donna in court during a pre-trial motion but he can’t turn that frown upside down today, for some reason. That’s because it is clear it was over before it ever began.

Ruth and Phil Markel, descendants of Holocaust survivors who landed in Canada, have been prevented from seeing their grandsons for a long time. Shockingly, the state of Florida has not made any meaningful attempts to have them removed from Wendi’s custody in all this time since the murder was carried out in 2014. Though she remains unindicted, she is still at risk of being prosecuted for her perjury throughout the multiple trials the state has called her to testify in. The lies have progressed and changed shape over the years as she has smiled and laughed away during these apparently joyful occasions of murder trials in which her family members are slowly being buried.

All in all, strange scenes from a once entangled, grossly enmeshed family that has now disintegrated because the incestuousness couldn’t stand in trying to pull off torture, conspiracy, and finally, murder. They could have continued living their comfortable South Florida lives their Holocaust survivor ancestors could only dream of, but their Zionist conditioning, beliefs and connections to Israel wouldn’t have had it any other way, it seems. They are but one fractal pattern of what the Nazi-Dixie colonial outpost was set out to do to Jews and Judaism at large as a bonus to the destruction of Palestine and the Levant and they don’t see it. More money, more dirty deeds, more manipulation of anyone standing in their way will never fix what they refuse to address.

Unfortunately, most watchers don’t acknowledge this ideological phenomenon, nor would they admit it if they wanted to. Not as things stand. Their actions and consequences the public pays for cannot be separated from the whole, from the world-changing, humanity-destroying Holocaust happening before our eyes, and it’s a disservice to the public to ignore that.

The biggest fear of an Israeli is not a nuclear Iran; neither is a rain of missiles from Hamas or Hezbollah. It’s definitely not the global economic downturn or global warming. The only thing that Israelis are terrified of is of being a “frayer.”

A frayer is a kind of sucker on steroids: The one who is taken advantage of, the one who leaves money on the table and the one who follows the rules to his own detriment.

I have been trying to write something on a person who I consider to be the ur-influencer, one Mikayla Nogueira. She is now past the stage of being a baby demon one shudders to name at all and has moved on to being a full-fledged Babylonian whore. The difficultly for me lies in trying to explain all the ways in which she is an awful individual while the language to make sense of the larger phenomenon she represents – that is, feminist analysis – has been gradually drained of all meaning and demonized itself.

Nogueira has called herself a makeup artist, but I suppose she would be more widely known (relatively speaking, ha) as a beauty influencer-content creator and got her virtual limelight start on TikTok, another entity I am reluctant to type or speak of. However, she is now a sort of brand founder (backed by venture capital) – a type of transition TikTok is eager to advertise about their Kontent Kreators – which I will get to later on. She apparently worked a few months at Ulta, quitting as the plandemic was in full swing (lately she states she was fired) and in recent months has claimed a title that the corporation never offered to any employee. This is typical of her – if her lips are moving, she is lying. If her camera is working, she’s shapeshifting by the hour. Who and what is this creature, how can she even be described?

Why do I even know of this person? you might ask. I am not a TikTok user, but as with so many things intended to infect the wider internet and our brains (4chan, for example), the videos that emanate from it are unavoidable if you want to participate in the virtual public square at all. Well, first off, let me admit to my indulgence in cosmetics and my occasional foray into the world of “influence”, usually by accident. I do not believe that I am a hoarder or purposefully wasteful, but since getting back into it a decade ago when I was working on some fun Halloween lewks, I became a hunter for simple skin tint that’s not damaging, a lip stain, and an affordable yet highly-pigmented eyeshadow palette. These items were rare back then but have been produced at a shocking rate as we’ve been filed away online. Perhaps the biggest success story of digital selling is the beauty industry, which is in fact very ugly. And there is quite the irony in applying more and more to one’s face as we’ve been cut off from public life.

On that note – only a partial digression here- personally, I have not been able to move on from 2020. It has been 2020 for the past five years as far as I’m concerned. More accurately, I’ve lost pieces of myself and my autonomy that I am afraid of never being able to restore, and that I need to reconcile, because I was in reality robbed of them as we all were. At the same time, the existence of internet influencers as a profession meant to hound us all and drive us absolutely mad gives the impression that they’ve always been around, but really it’s been since the advent of covid. Only five years, you could say, since time has felt like it was frozen.

So I receive the suggestion to view certain influencers in different feeds, as I assume any reader can relate to. Nogueira came up in my feed one day a couple years back and “it” gave me the most fascinatingly horrifying fright like I had never experienced before. The short video started with her un-shellacked face, an unfortunate looking one at that, covered with acne and scars with her bloodshot eyes bulging whilst yelling at the audience in the fakest Boston accent that would put Ben Affleck to shame about whatever product she smacked onto her face at the same time. Then she moved onto a full-coverage foundation, and then we see a cut to her completed eye makeup that could have won a drag queen title in the 1999 Kansas City club scene. I immediately blocked her YouTube account that has a modest following unlike the millions she allegedly garnered on TikTok. She is the strangest industry plant I’ve discovered to date, so her “engagement” includes a lot of fake accounts and bots.

After the initial shock wore off, I realized I had to know who she is. Since I have a mostly un-influenced search engine, the subreddit criticizing her existence that is simply entitled r/MikaylaNogueira popped up first. Videos critical of her were abundant as well. The subreddit is tightly moderated, and comments from people with newer Reddit accounts and those displaying “fan behavior” are quickly auto-deleted, and these users are threatened with a permanent ban if they persist. (The point of the former is to discourage “bandwagoning” behavior so that the subreddit is taken more seriously and not strictly seen as a “hate” page.) Fat- and body-shaming are discouraged as well, and while there is a lot of gossip that may tend toward what has been coined as the “bitch eating crackers” syndrome, there are some insights to be found and a burgeoning, larger analysis of the beauty industry in whole. Still, Reddit is overall a surveillance system, so you have to wonder where this is all going.

Other platforms where other proudly self-described influencers criticize her, and admittedly do it fairly well with at least partial understanding and awareness of how the larger industry is situated, disturbingly makes it still feel like a trap. It seems we are doing endless circles in trying to pin down these slithering worms sent out by intelligence agencies and their backers in part because, well, they are largely seen as not that important (feminine time suck) and regardless of where one stands, more product is amassed, and it doesn’t matter which kind or brand. It keeps you in. Heads they win, tails we lose, is one way to look at it. In any case, I still find it important to explore – who is making all this product? Where on earth does all the waste go? Who is benefiting? Et cetera. What brought us to this many-headed beast known as Mikayla Nogueira? Because she is absolutely abhorrent while daily demonstrating a type of profound self-hatred advertised as cynical self-interest that I don’t think has been seen before in brand-making and perhaps exclusive to online “influencing”. More on that next time.

Do you think these mopheads think twice about their productions once the work is completed and the checks are signed? Do they have any kind of fondness for it? Memories? Do they give a shit at all, is what I’m getting at, when they are the avatars for such piss like this-

I haven’t watched it and I won’t because I already know it’s a waste of my finite time on earth. Why would I, the poster tells me everything I need to know. These overexposed real-life clowns don’t do anything original or thought provoking. They’re both shit-eating humiliation fetishists who get off on stoking resentful white supremacist sentiment for the hell of it. Neither of them are stupid but they are irredeemable parasites.

The first film was a cringe fest meant to appeal to, I don’t even know who – nixonians? I did actually watch it, so I feel confident in saying I found it to be forgettable and just the most cynical, disorganized, and nihilistic thought bubbles strung together to form a “movie”. Phoenix can act, but he doesn’t have to any more, and I’m very much over the complex-radioactive-“unknowable” psychotic thing he does. We get it and have seen it in enough iterations already.

Gaga, on the other hand, cannot act. Who is telling her she can? Is it a bit she is in on? I loved A Star Is Born with Judy Garland more than I thought I would, so out of morbid curiosity, I watched ten minutes or so of the 2018 version. Gaga’s acting was not pleasant to witness, and she came across as awkward more than anything. (Not to mention Bradley Cooper’s presence who just makes me stabby.) Then I found out she actually practiced the accent she used in House of Gucci which I refuse to subject myself to at length.

She recently revealed that playing Patrizia Reggiani, the Italian socialite convicted of hiring a hitman to assassinate her ex-husband, Maurizio Gucci, was a process of “becoming” rather than an “imitation”. She told Vogue that she stayed in character for 18 months, speaking with an accent for nine months of that. “Off camera,” she said. “I never broke. I stayed with her.”

Like, really? It sounds like she’s channeling a stock pile-pack of “accents” that can just be labeled as Foreign for all anyone cares. It’s so common in Anglo crap and one of the reasons I tend to be out of the loop on so much, unbearable like nails on chalkboard. It’s unconvincing and insulting, this inconsistent and unsettling Italiano-Russian-Indian-New Jersey ayy I’m walking here thing. Though she’s certainly not the first to do it, it’s remarkably awful and embarrassing to think about anyone who considers themselves an artist committing it to film, yet she has loads of defenders. I don’t get it, I find it to be shockingly bad.

So the the only explanation I can come up with that makes any amount of sense to me is that these are two “working actors” who enjoy being shit-eating sadomasochists and degrading the rest of us with their shit shows. I understand these are vehicles to telegraph ruling class fantasy to us greasy, unwashed useless good-for-nothings who can’t even carry out a protracted anything and the utility of reading them as such, but I’m too tired to care and pay close attention. It’s so obvious from the advertisements and menacing publicity alone, especially as the full-scale assault continued to rain down on Gaza at almost one year exactly when the film was released. Most importantly, to me, neither of them need to continue, yet they do. For this, I am happy to read it was a commercial failure.

And for that, they humiliated themselves for nothing even the rulers cared about, those they dedicated their mugs and public image to in their pursuit of complete conquest. Phoenix continues on, suggesting he could be someone who would really try to fuck a computerized smart house and the internet of things connecting it complete with literal clown paint (or at least as an inspiration for “incel” psychopaths) and Gaga as inflatable escort on the spot with work that has aged her beyond her years. I don’t know that she can go in on that eye adjustment again without some ocular damage.

There is a real shared madness between the two offscreen and all their sponsors and enablers vying for relevance under a ruling order that plans on cutting them off, perhaps sooner rather than later if the destruction of even the heavy hitters’ abodes in Southern California is any indication. Again, their persistence despite their combined net worth being in the hundreds of millions points toward a limited number of conclusions about their motivations – disdain and hatred for, and mockery of, their audiences that reflects the demo- and genocidal order they advertise for without shame. May the whole Pentagon-Hollywood operation also go down in flames this year, and not just as part of planned demolition, but due to continued public rejection of their obscenity. Ruling class propping up of their previous mediocrities and letting this fall flat without extensive PR maybe points to a concern about their protestations about us fools even existing being “too much”.

The other day I read quickly in my Facebook feed that Mebane, North Carolina, will become home to the first Buc-ee’s “convenience store” (nothing about this seems convenient, even to its, er, “fans”) slash travel center in the state. In fact, expansion of I-40 to accommodate its alleged 25,000 visitors per day (!) has been underway, seemingly in starts and stops familiar to most of us governed by corrupt departments of transportation across the country, since late last summer-

There has already been some grading work done and electricity added at the site off Interstate 85/40 to prep it for Buc-ee’s.

Mebane Mayor Ed Hooks said in the next few weeks that the North Carolina Department of Transportation will soon get to work on the project that will help Mebane handle the traffic Buc-ee’s is expected to draw.

“There’s already been a lot of surveying done, so they’re on the verge of getting started with great anticipation by a lot of people, and we’re excited about it,” Hooks said.

A couple of things pop out as remarkable just at first glance: travel centers used to be constructed to make long-distance travelers’ and truckers’ lives on the road a little easier, even in their pursuit of profit, and not for a cult following (WHY!) to shop ghastly branded merchandise-knick knacks; and this is pushing forward as the official response to the situation in Western North Carolina stagnates and more inhabitants are sucked into the abyss of destruction and neglect – more accurately, state- and federal-sanctioned depopulation. Like with the fires that recently blazed through Southern California, drones of branded climate-concerned doomers and scolds appeared at once to tell us this was climate catastrophe doing its thing and doing nothing else of note for people who are still suffering, who still haven’t been able to account for all their dead months after the fact.

But some more serious people – actual activists – have not only offered a fuller analysis of the toll on the environment in total, but they also worked extensively to try to prevent this expansion into North Carolina at all. From the above-linked 7 Directions of Service article that cited Buc-ee’s expectation to see 25,000 patrons a day, they explain that

Studies show emissions from the concentration of just 200 running vehicles can create harmful conditions for breathing. Buc-ee’s 25,000 estimated daily visitors will result in an air pollution hot-spot. The location is home to multiple schools, a church and low-income neighborhoods, and is already overburdened with heavy air pollution from semi-truck emissions and Stericycle, a medical waste incinerator…

The entirety of the great Occaneechi Trading Path ran from Virginia to Alabama, and a significant section of the path in Mebane, NC is threatened by Buc-ee’s.

The Occaneechi Trading Path was more than just a means for trade for Southeastern Native American communities. It was a way of sharing language, stories, technology and culture…

Buc-ee’s inescapable billboards and cheap trinkets will only draw visitors away from downtown. As one elder put it, “when tourists are shopping at Buc-ee’s, they’re not shopping in Mebane.”

Hopefully their efforts will prevail in the end as the above-quoted article from Fox 8 News dated January 2, 2025, seems to fret about the project being announced a year ago with little headway. It goes on to quote some alleged locals-

“Just ready for it to be here. There was a lot of opposition about it, but I visited one. We spent two hours at the one in Georgia,” said Joseph Holt, a resident.

One woman said she enjoys visiting Buc-ee’s in Florida, and she looks forward to having one around five miles away from her.

“It has everything … I like their snacks. I like their deli. I like their candies,” said Loretta Jeffries, a resident.

Does it really take so little for fellow citizens to erase the downtrodden from their minds in pursuit of…snacks and candles? How does one shop a convenience store for two hours? Another item of note is that it took Texas courts to rule that Buc-ee’s couldn’t force at-will employees to pay back bonuses without an unconscionable notice given, or even if they were fired:

If you quit or get fired in less than four years, or if you don’t give Buc-ee’s written notice at least 6 months before quitting, you have to pay back all of the retention payments you received, plus interest and attorneys’ fees.

In other words, you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.

That was the basic deal in Rieves v. Buc-ee’s, a case decided by the Houston Court of Appeals (14th District).[1] Rieves, the employee, received about $67,000 in retention payments, paying federal income taxes on them, but quit the job three years in. Buc-ee’s sued her to recover the $67,000 plus interest and attorneys’ fees.

The native elders are telling us the way if we only listen, but I don’t know that it will work out for these confused pale faces. If lengthy comments sections on Facebook are any indication, there’s not much more than grunts of agreement and anticipation over barbecued pain mounded on the whitest bread of mass-produced buns when Buc-ee’s is slated to come to town. This too is part of the degraded environment in whole, as we all are, and which we must recover from and defeat.

But the Buc-ee’s trance is strong, like with Target stores, and so many of these large retailers sucking up space and resources. I saw someone remark recently, semi-seriously at least, that Target locations seem to induce a psychosis in their “regulars”, and that maybe there is a substance spread beyond their brightly-colored, intense advertisements that pop up everywhere now virtually the minute you speak of their existence, like some demon force awaiting the next host. Indeed, I have been perplexed by this phenomenon of dedicated Target fans who will spend hours looking at, once again, candles and assorted cheaply-made goods as a hobby. It disturbs the soul as they mow down populations in the name of growth and “job creation”.

Sometimes language fails me in describing the overwhelming dread I feel when consciousness-destroying forces descend on us with cartoon mascots. To question this infantilism in common virtual forums draws out people who seem possessed by the ideation of Disney resorts and other soothing childlike avatars to sell them on destruction of humanity. You’re told you’re “weird” for seeing a serious analysis through, but resistance is never futile, and occurs around us daily if we look further than the foul sting of soul rot these headlines and proposals are meant to frighten us with to the point of total inaction.

Content notice: discussion of violence against children including sex abuse, murder, and dismemberment.

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A couple of years ago, photos an old friend was tagged in popped up in my Facebook feed. They were from a joint party celebrating a birthday and a divorce. She was the incipient divorcee and not the birthday gal. Though I am a divorce enthusiast, I couldn’t help but twitch with a bit of heartache for her two young sons surely rocked by the covid program. I was around when they were both born, and they were such sweet babies. Everyone was so happy and boisterous and busy around them. Just lots of love they could count on from the moment they could perceive it.

Yes I know it happens all the time, and often for the better for children caught in the middle of miserable relationships. Regardless, it is a rupture, and I imagine it can be difficult for a young person to try to process feelings of betrayal over guilt. The former, rightly or wrongly, is something that a child is entitled to feel in such a situation. An oppressive, backwards regime has ruled over us so long it instills guilt in the most vulnerable for the direction of world events, so that often gets heaped on them now, and even dealing with it has been “normalized” by the psych wing of the MIC. Your thoroughly un-christlike entrance into the world didn’t change anything and fuck you.

And so Gen X are slackers, Millennials are pussies, and Gen Z are hopeless subhumans. Everyone is beaten down for thinking and making a way toward self-determination, so why try. There are funko pops and adult coloring books and meal services and a whole lot of other shit to distract us from that. It’s so backwards but fully reversible. Who will try? Scores of adults failed their children in multiple ways during covid. Were there enough parents who resisted, and where are they now- mentally.

Regardless of what that may mean politically at this juncture, putting yourself ahead of your children in a typical situation where you, the adult, have had all the advantages and opportunities to understand what covid is in age of full apocalyptic disclosure is selfish. I’m not saying it necessarily makes one a bad person- it’s just not a decent thing to do to a vulnerable fellow human who relies on you for their every need, but if you are a bad person in the eyes of your offspring, then you probably are. Maybe you can redeem yourself during the next cataclysm, but it’s not about your petty shit or only getting a blow job quarterly or whatever. We’re all supposed to be the adults, and it’s not fucking cooties, spacecraft, “undocumented people”, or cow flatulence. For fuck’s sake.

A newly installed female internet-influencer holiday ritual is to come online and lay in to your complaints about your male partner’s laziness with regard to anything domestic. Just let it rip. It’s very weird – for all this filming and editing, you could talk to your partner about it. Set a schedule, make lists, divide and conquer. I’d assume that’s a possibility to try if you’re putting all their shit out to stink in front of millions virtually. Perhaps not so much for members of the target audience, so it can be viewed as a part of this omnipresent infantile indoctrination program continually humming along and fueling every resentment possible that we don’t know what to do with.

There are aspects of housekeeping and caregiving that should be taken for granted. It should be simple; grievances and resentment over chores and just the basics of loving and caring for a helpless human you created should not be so bottled up so that violence erupts, and I don’t think it should be for leaving for not figuring this out. It’s uncomfortable but maybe you’ll have to talk about vacuuming and pre/postnuptials rather than bickering about the personal loan you took out for Disneyworld.

Anyone who places no value on your labor even when you are legally entitled to it sees you as an object and worse. These are not people to have in your life in any way, and that is it. I hope more women who’ve put up with this for too long have figured it out yesterday after the wave of domestic violence we saw increase during the lockdowns. So here’s to an influencer collapse in 2025, back to satan’s anus with them.

Things can be so easy and wonderful, but the path is treacherous, and it doesn’t have to happen with all these faux complications and anxieties that allegedly make us into “adults”. No one has a proscribed love language, neurodivergence is meaningless, and ASMR sucks.