Weekend review

It will cost me 575 dollars to fix my mac book air. So I’m not fixing it. I have a new laptop now. It’s a Lenovo. Going from a mac book to a Lenovo is like driving a bmw for years and then having to drive a pinto. I know as little about cars as I know about laptop computers, but I do have a grasp of similes so I think this one works.

The only reason I have a computer is to throw more words at the internet. Otherwise I hate computers and the internet. I hate smartphones and social media, digital mobs, outrage feeding frenzies and social justice dogpiles. Twitter feeds and tumblrs and hashtags and memes. It’s all contributing to the warp speed industrial strength retardation of humanity.

We’re not better off with our new toys and endless jawing but that’s not how addiction works. It’s not about happiness, fulfillment or pleasure. Once you’re hooked you forget about flourishing. You lose sight of who you were before you found that thing you can’t stop doing. Your body falls apart and your mind revolves faster and faster around the drug, person, habit or idea. You hear nothing, you see nothing, you feel nothing apart from your desire to score another high, to make more money, have more sex and get more likes.

The scope of your vision shrinks down into a keyhole through which you unblinkingly stare. Your eyeballs dry out and you look like a raving fiend but it doesn’t matter. You don’t exist without your fix.

We’re always teetering on the brink of soul numbing fixations and destructive behavior patterns. They knew this back in the days of the bible. Back when everyone was covered in dust and grime and menstrual blood and ate bread hard as stone and performed rituals to ward off evil spirits. And executed anyone caught buttfucking and called for the death and enslavement of rival tribes.

Deficiently socialized atheists insult bronze age beliefs in between bags of fritos and marathon hentai sessions. We’re so much smarter now, they say, having contributed less than nothing to knowledge, sunning themselves in the light of other people’s intelligence. But those bronze age bigots were onto something; they had insight into moral and social problems we’re still grappling with today.

New technology in a new era is a variation on an old theme: the ever present possibility of corruption and perversion. You can keep going back in time to find another technological invention or political revolution that changed everything for the worse. Globalism, television, Fordism, industrialization, nationalism, democracy, the advent of Christianity and the fall of rome, domestication, agriculture and standing up on two legs.

At every decisive point in the past there were people who saw the latest change as the end of humanity. And there have always been apologists for progress. Slick, glib optimists with their smarmy enthusiasm and sophistical arguments. Riding on the flume of time, cheering with their hands up as they plunge into the false promises of the future. We will never stop losing our way. Our history is one long downfall with a few moments of uplift.

I’m a product of this era of overstimulated idiocy and when I don’t have instant internet access I get nervous and think about death. The trappings of Christianity are absurd but its core message is essential: We need salvation. And we need help getting there.

We can improve our condition but every improvement brings new setbacks. As long as we’re in time we’ll need transcendent assistance. No earthly effort will make white people want to live around blacks. Totalitarian thought and speech control can’t turn trannies into healthy individuals who don’t fester with hostility.

Muslims won’t become agents of progress and we won’t defeat mortality by sticking our dicks into usb ports and merging our bodies with technology. We’re still going to get sick and die, we’re still going to fear and distrust outsiders, identify with people who look and sound like us and we’ll still want more than we deserve.

You can treat someone with respect but they’ll still degrade themselves. You can throw thousands of your own people in front of rolling gatling guns to free an enslaved group but one hundred and fifty years later their descendants will still browbeat you and bellyache and rise to fame writing borderline illiterate, overlong essays with purple prose, strained metaphors and tedious, incantatory rhetoric that resonates with artless, alienated, masochistic liberals.

But the great beyond still offers a glimmer of hope for us all. And within this world of sadness there are sunrises and sunsets, the majesty of birds taking flight, expertly extracted shots of espresso, fine phrases and the enduring bonds of love between mothers and daughters and fathers and sons.

Author: The Empty Subject

Born curmudgeon

2 thoughts on “Weekend review”

  1. This was a pleasure to read as always. There are many great lines and food for thought here.
    I have been trying to figure out why I like your writing so much. I think it may be useful feedback for you and I wanted to really put some thought into it before responding to the content itself.

    Your writing feels essential as it has a style that is recognizably yours and a perspective that is shared by many others who are largely relegated to the margins of acceptable discourse. I know there are many sites like that but you can actually WRITE, and its of course much more personal. Some of it may make you cringe later to be sure, but that is the nature of revelatory personal confession: We all have awkward phases.

    You know the score and the challenge of our “matrix” age. I wont rehash. But if internet readers find their way out of the abyss of modern distraction to interact, they find echo chambers and the glib shitheads of comment sections. This gives the impression that social critique is the sole province of internet weirdos and angry extremists. If they are luckier they find some real talk sites. However only a few actually WRITE. They perform the necessary but perfunctory role of providing a gathering place but the writing isn’t thoughtful and piercing. A style isn’t developed. All these things are necessary to have a voice. People need to hear voices. People learn and are enriched by novels, not instruction manuals. We have many of the latter, whereas modern America struggles badly to produce a glimmer of the former. This is the challenge of our age. At least you are doing something. Even if only a few people read at first and you never make money.

    Now to content: I know you say you are throwing words at the internet, but not all words (and sites) are created equally. Those words include a few pithy aphorisms that I think merit highlighting:

    “Deficiently socialized atheists insult bronze age beliefs in between bags of fritos and marathon hentai sessions.”
    That’s a great line that hits all nails on all heads in one sentence. This is a highlight of what you do. Very Bukowski-esque in substance and brevity but yours in style. The old novelists had the luxury of lurid descriptors that could last pages. The internet has made bumper stickers read like Checkov. You consistently get the point across well and don’t fuck around and indulge too much.( always a temptation I’m sure.)

    another insight:

    “The trappings of Christianity are ridiculous but its core is timelessly relevant and essential: We need salvation. And we need help getting there.”

    This is true. It also why movements of the extremes bear all the same hallmarks of fundamentalism. I understand anti Christian sentiment, as I also reject its trappings. But we do ourselves a disservice if we dismiss it as an aberration as opposed to an alluring attempt to mitigate timeless forces that we must deal with regardless of what we call ourselves.

    “mortality won’t be defeated by sticking our dicks into usb ports and merging our bodies with technology.”

    This should be THE copypasta response for every starry eyed prediction for the future as voiced by the NPR/Wired set of limp dick roboticists that want to destroy your job and make you fuck blow up dolls with AI.

    Well, Hope I didnt bramble on like a weirdo. Thanks for all the writing man, keep it up.

  2. Once again I greatly appreciate the kind comments. I’m glad you enjoy the writing as that’s my true focus. Not that the political commentary isn’t sincere. It is. It’s just that the polemics are a stimulus for practicing the craft. My background is in literature and philosophy, not political science or journalism.

    I’ve spent time honing my voice and I value clarity, power and precision above all else. I want to hit hard and go for the heart rather than dance around a topic. Not that I achieve my ideal but I always write with an imagined audience in mind and it prevents me from lapsing into obscurity, lazy phrasing and tedious digressions.

    I’m a peaceful and gentle person in life but when I write I like to think of sentences as blades. They need to be sharp and they need to cut deep. The aphoristic style has been a major influence on me, and at one point in my twenties I was reading a lot of Nietzsche and French moralists like La Rochefoucauld. I find that style a little starchy these days but it was a formative phase in my development and I look back fondly on it.

    Thanks again for reading, and try not to get fired.

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