pyramid schemed pain

My husband and I turned on what is now known as television the other night – a show of our “choice” from a limited menu of what is “free” via streaming services that will now charge you another $35 a year or so to not see additional ads.1 But this had really terrible ads, and it was an old series: Forensic Files, kind of a misnomer with regard to what all forensic evidence entails in my opinion. The emphasis on these dubious forms of what now defines forensics to the point of confusion is comparable to automobile technicians being thought of mechanics these days, in a way. Admittedly that’s not quite right, not the most apt comparison. But the gist of this older school media was to catapult awareness of DNA and other forms of microscopic evidence in order to solidify this guarded science as a form of direct evidence in the mind of the public, which it is not. That is somewhat beside the point, but it grates at my soul when I think and read on it, so I wanted to make note.

The case in this particular episode we were halfway paying attention to was heinous and well known at the time, mid 90s. A young woman, Shannon Melendi, was disappeared, raped, and murdered. The case had turned cold, finally solved by the “miracle” of DNA technological advancement. It was easy to feel sorry for the parents of the deceased, whom they interviewed. Funny thing, the audience doesn’t know who exactly interviewed them. Certain highlights of their interviews conducted by persons off screen were voiced over by a beloved narrator to FF’s diehard fans, and yes, they exist. Melendi’s mother remarked toward the end of the episode that she doesn’t even want the perpetrator, one Colvin Hinton, to be executed or to die for his crimes. She wanted him to suffer something much worse than death, but presented as if this desire for prolonged, painful (psychic and/or physical) death locked away forever is virtuous. It reminded me of post-9/11 “discourse” – “but torture doesn’t even work!” in response to batshit warhawk cheerleaders. Work, okay, but for what exactly? So much of the liberal rhetoric ended there, so you didn’t get an explanation. It was just a thing to say to “get” an alleged opponent.

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confession

I truly do not care what people have faith in, or what they practice, as a reasonable person. The most important “big ones” to us collectively can be applied practically to make sense of material reality. They are also misapplied and exploited, yes. I think most sagittarians would agree with me when I say things like, it’d be splendid to launch an arrow through the guts of the Joel Osteens of the world. Ha! Just kidding. They need to be stripped of all their ill gotten gains and detained prior to trial. Maybe they can pay back all of that they have stolen, or maybe they will die, according to the people’s will and a jury.

Okay so I do in fact care what people have faith in. It is a shared belief in what happens on this earth and in this life is important and meaningful, and that justice is attainable.

the specter of “barbenheimer”

Something eerie about how the pandemic shutdown presaged postpandemic austerity/forced homebodying

-zzyxx

The propaganda over the summer regarding the movies the title alludes to was suffocating and oppressive in so many ways it’s hard to know where to begin. I don’t really want to so much, but overall Oppenheimer and “the bomb” were a grade or middle school discussion; Barbie was something you desperately wanted to avoid and feared (as an image) among certain populations around the same age. I’m not that old – I mean these mundane facts of what secular life has been in the US isn’t so alien to whatever fucking audience the media managers are trying to sell to.

Now I feel the predictive intent of this media storm was actually intentional, but predictive programming as a kind of analysis deployed in parapolitical circles doesn’t account for our response to it, by and large. At that point, it’s just, see: Bernays. All your senses belong to jooz. But I think it is illustrative of the intent of plastic for we, bombs for thee, according to this collective sentiment the rulers wish to instill among the public.

How we wish to ignore the plastic bomb, and as we become big fat polymerized consumption and button pushing blobs that can be zapped dead at any time. It’s a cartoonish description of a cartoonish goal that comes across as very real when we aren’t connected to the numbing effects of the ‘net. Dropping dead months after being coerced into injected poison that led to an undetected clot that finally grew to a point your brain couldn’t do automated functions – well they are figuring this all out and it’s happening. Does a random 24 year old male taking his child to school pose the most dire corporate intelligence threat? He might if he resists the order in totality and isn’t in a place such as Gaza that makes him an easier target.