Todd Kendhammer is a strange little man who looks like a potato, and you could even say his gene expression tends more toward the spud side of life than those of us who still retain something known as humanity in this day and age. Eerily enough, several of his kin share this same potato-like affliction of sorts and maybe even some kind of magical belief in talking potatoes. I don’t know, but this is the strangest case I’ve paid attention to in a while. And I think it may be emblematic of both the current national psychosis, the compartmentalizing of trauma by many americans that we may see intensified in years to come with this smash-bang of an opening up to the 20s, and an example of how truth cannot be ignored despite how people buy into lies that make them feel safe even as those lies destroy everything sacred and good around them.
I’m tapped out yall. And maybe I shouldn’t be using such a contraction to address anyone as I cannot come up with a sufficient southern sickeningly sweet-as-pecan-pie white lie to get out of even the most mundane of annoying conversations or situations strangers suck me into. I’d like to bolt or tell you to fuck off, preferably, when I’m found to be confined by someone’s nonsense for which they need a captive audience, for whatever reason. In any case I don’t have the patience to entertain the fears expressed as nitpicking and thought policing by those who certainly know better in this global fascist takeover. “Please get real” is my motivating train of thought in pretty much any interaction with others these days.
Perhaps myself and other sharp minds I keep in contact with have a better “head space” in which we can process these bold advancements. I’ve been blogging piecemeal for years on the results we are seeing now in full gear. I have discussed nearly every strategy of tension more intensely playing out currently on this here blog and elsewhere and people are now trying to school me on these tactics. Old news and I make no apologies for my boredom and cutthroat retorts to their scolding.
I #stayedthefuckhome today from carrying so much tension and being utterly exhausted and wanting to eat everything, but apparently the governor of our state will be issuing a “stay at home order” this afternoon barring all movement but for those who are deemed as “essential employees”. Everyone who has to work is essential to my mind, and theirs I’m sure too when bills are due, but what do I know — I’m merely one of them in title to be dumped on and do all the thinking for those whose entire career is based on just that and to do the you know lawyering and if not creating then shaping these increasingly idiotic measures we are being subjected to.
Has everyone lost their fucking mind? It really seems like that as every hour melts away. There is reportedly one death in my state now, out of 504 confirmed cases, with nearly 10,500 tests administered, and soon we will be directed to stay home (till –?). Absolutely insane, everyone has turned into a blithering idiot I swear. No one ordered to stay home while they try to clean up everyday abhorrent jail conditions, to look for children and young women who go missing every day, to wrest abused women from their abusers, to come together to provide shelter for the homeless, to pool resources to feed everyone going hungry tonight — unbelievable truly. What a waste of time and effort, and that’s just taking everything at face value.
You know that when the fascist state’s many nodes of power start telling you that they are concerned about your and the general public’s health something’s up. Synchrony Bank sent me an email about their precautions and three emails later, I found out they increased my credit limit. Hah!
Everything indeed is very surreal. There have been countless iterations of bad-ass-ed-ly facing the “zombie apocalypse” and creatively scavenging in a dystopian hellscape at some vague future date in the media. Each of these contains some amount of truth that requires, to my mind, some creative reading to understand this current heist. But then you hit the grocery after your shift, and you find that the only sort of milk sold out is organic and while the general aisle of canned goods is gutted, many of the same products are well-stocked in the “international” and Kosher aisle. There are some very interesting patterns to parse here in my humble opinion.
So you went to work today, did you? You thought it was important to get a few things to make some woo woo exotic dish did you? Oh your kid needed diapers is it now? Your elderly father needed a few things rearranged? What a selfish asshole you are! #staythefuckhome damn it! That fresh air? Full of viruses, you clown. Oh, you think your measly paid time off is for you to enjoy even though you’re not sick? You want a vacation at some point in this decade? WTAF? You dick! You utter cunt! If someone DIES it will be your fault, though this argument makes no fucking sense to the Experts we are supposed to listen to, ONLY. MY SISTER’S BOYFRIEND’S COUSIN SAID THE NEXT PERSON YOU CONTACT WILL DIE. Well, and the media that I was told smelled their farts. If someone doesn’t make you stay home, then I am going to yell enough through the internet until the national guard puts you there! You don’t like it? Your CDC nerds can’t handle this truth? Well fuck them too! My dead grandma’s cat sitter’s (once removed) stepsister’s cousin’s kickboxing coach’s nephew fucking died already! HOW DARE YOU leave the house. I can’t believe you, disrespecting his death like that. I was personally affected once I read the Facebook chain message that somehow came from my dead grandma’s memorial account. How fucking dare you fail to take this seriously. You’re out there PERFECTLY FUCKING HEALTHY, NOT SHUT THE FUCK UP INDOORS, ASSISTING THOSE WHO MAY BE AFFECTED BY A HEALTH CRISIS? God damn, the nerve on you. Cooperating, giving more in a trying time faced with a wall of propaganda from a ruling class that uh uh, only wants to see a GOOD DIE OFF. Welp, I guess this will be your fault. Because I’m a frightful idiot with memes and an endless understanding of 80s and 90s pop culture that can last for as long as I’m told to harass people who have to get shit done regardless of when we’re told to collectively kneel and die there.
On the last day of my workweek on Friday (and my god it was a two day week at that), I was unfortunate enough to have so few auditory options that spanned more than three minutes uninterrupted by insulting shit or commercials on my commute that I tuned into CNN on the radio. Well it was just after a shooting happened on a Pensacola, Florida naval base, and I was receiving the latest “breaking news” on it from these appointed borg-minded dipshits from whose mouths only flow talking points! catchphrases! agenda! type of diarrhea.
This post is not so much about those happenings, though I am very interested in them, and no I do not think this signifies “deep state infighting” or warfare that I have already seen attributed to this incident. Rather, I’m trying to get some things out about how stupid we’ve all become, and if we are not stupid, we are being driven there by the lowest common denominators who’ve ruled anything supposedly “logical” in the age of the DUMB ORANGE MAN. But it’s proving to be difficult as it’s becoming harder and harder to find the few minds with whom you can, you know, actually have a conversation in which ideas are exchanged and the fruits of critical thinking are examined and debated on.
I posted this earlier on my Facebook after answering yet another parent’s email claiming to be oh so concerned about their child’s incarceration:
Maybe at first read it seems at odds against a class analysis but I don’t think so. First, it’s an observation about this gesture that is nothing more than that on most occasions. If they really had put this much concern into their child’s needs as individuals that don’t involve them as projections or extensions of themselves, they might have a better clue as to what they were getting up to in the first place outside of all the other entrapments of class society. All too often these parents want to curse at people who are actually truly concerned about their children in ways they can’t even imagine.
I’ve appreciated this passage from bell hooks’ Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center since I first read it, and its importance only seems to ripen:
One form of power women exercise in the economic sphere is that of consumption. Boycotts have not been used often as a strategy, successful in educational if not economic terms. If women all around the United States turned off their television sets for an extended period of time and purchased no products other than the very basic necessities to protest exploitation of women (e.g. increasing representation of violence against women on tv), these actions would have significant political and economic consequences. Since women are not thoroughly organized and are daily manipulated by ruling male groups who profit from sexism and female consumerism, we have never exercised this power. Most women do not understand the forms of power they could exercise. They need political education for critical consciousness to show them ways to exercise the limited powers they possess.
LEBANON, Ohio (AP) — A young Ohio mother who prosecutors said killed and buried her unwanted newborn in her backyard just days after her senior prom so that she could keep her “perfect life” was acquitted of murder Thursday.
Brooke Skylar Richardson, now 20, began shaking and sobbing while a judge read the not guilty verdicts on aggravated murder, involuntary manslaughter and child endangerment charges.
She had faced up to life in prison if she had been convicted on the most serious charge. boston.com
My apologies for not picking up on my “psyopped” series in case you were missing it. My worklife has been a bit of a trainwreck since I last wrote an entry, and it started to feel redundant in any case. That’s not to say I want to abandon that type of blogging completely or even that series of posts, but the absolute saturation of news events has been overwhelming, to say the least. And now that the media has reaffirmed the fact that “debate season” will never end until no one else on earth has any amount of wealth or comfort save for the very select few — “the beatings will continue until morale improves” — I can’t bear to pay too close of attention.
Despite the shittiest of days, I can still wake up the next morning and face a new one, and that’s worth a lot. I don’t feel too swayed by the wackier practices americans are apparently flocking to these days to escape the drudgery of the material and square their dissonance in the age of Trump and that are being propped up and further encouraged by some of the more “eccentric” democratic candidates. There are a lot, aren’t there? I don’t care to know them as individuals. My question reads as rhetorical but the whole production is very curious — however, all hands are on deck in this age of extreme disparity that occurs simultaneously with an age of apocalypse in its most basic sense: revelations and the inability of the most powerful on earth to continue plugging the leaks without something getting through.
It’s a scramble, and the national american stage reflects it — time to bring in the clowns. Clearly, any one with a brain knows the score and sees how flimsy and ridiculous this “debate” is. Even those supposedly scandalized by Trump realize it at some level, but they participate and chatter at the office as if they are really doing something, doing politics. To admit otherwise is scary.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers / that grow so incredibly high