and the world turned and it "faded to black, digital black."
We’re in the worst timeline. The fascist death machine continues on its suicidal warpath. Empires self-immolate upon the pyre of rigid and staunch protectionism. The avatars of self-aggrandizement laugh their way to the bank while a bitch can’t get herself some god damn eggs. Speaking of eggs, they say there isn’t making omelettes without breaking some. That’s bullshit. I’m making all the god damn omelettes and killing no eggs in the process. My secret? Fuck you, it’s MY secret.
Anyway, what’s it like living at the edge of history? I bet it’s nothing like they told you. No one could have ever prepared us for the downward spiral. Sure as shit no one could have ever told you it would go exactly like this. Philosophers spent decades, centuries, and millennia trying to figure this shit out and they were all full of shit. Human beings are so difficult.
Work treats me like shit. It treats everyone like shit, but I only have my experience and intuition to go on here. It treats ME like shit. It’s destroying my physical body. That’s fine; I didn’t need that shit anyway. No one really does save for your brain. Oh that? That’s rotting from all the constant spew of bullshit information and memetic humor. I’m doing great, thanks for asking.
My gut tells me there’s innocent people being raped to death by missiles in parts of the globe I’ve never even fathomed what it’s like to live in. Right, right, the end of the world! Almost forgotten. Phew, could’ve actually had a moment of clarity for once, but nope.
It won’t be televised. It won’t be some big fucking show although they will try hand and claw to get it to be one. It’s going to be some lazy fucking production. The people will give it the worst Google fucking reviews you’ve ever seen. Rotten Tomatoes reviewers won’t know what to make of it and it will be the first ever 0%. Which is nothing, but also like….everything…. My goddesses, I miss cable TV. Shit was so simple. You watched and bought shit. You watched and you asked your parents to buy you shit. You asked your grandma to buy you shit. Your parents would take time out of their day being miserable fucking shit stains on society to give you that shit only to take it away on a whim because they owned your ass.
Did you know everyone who ever wronged you is, somehow and some way, connected to a ring of pedophilia that dominates the planet? Ain’t that quackin’ crazy!? All the men that fucked with me are fucking pedos. Pedos who want nothing more than to watch this miserable world crumble because it means avoiding the consequences of their actions. They literally said this as much in the files. Look it up. They want the world to be abjectly terrible for everyone else because, if we’re all focused on our own survival, they can acquire the power to get away with it. Call me Jesse fucking Pinkman because they “can’t keep getting away with it!”
Breaking Bad was the show that ushered in this era of stream slop and yet it is a fine show that perfectly encapsulates masculine fragility and structures of control. Walter White is constantly forced into situations where he must play into power struggles because he is a man and having resources (human and non) means you have status. You have power. The power to dominate financially, physically, and sexually over supposed lesser men or nonmen. Jesse Pinkman, in spite of his surname, is not actually a real man. In the ultimate show of the tides changing, the Breaking Bad sequel film, El Camino, was solely a Netflix release. No theatrical release or anything. We’re fully in streaming waters and I’m Jill fucking Sparrow.
Okay, one media franchise at a time, please. Anyway, spoilers for El Camino. Jesse fucking quits this game. He gets out. He stops playing the power struggles. He ceases to be just a man. When that guy is driving off to his new life in Alaska, he’s casting off the part of himself that played the struggle. Picked an awful state to transition in, girlie. Alaska is home to oil barons who would sooner facilitate another Business Plot before they allow those liberal commies the chance to change our energy consumption into cow farts. Or, whatever….they’re fucking fascists is what I’m getting at.
Ah yes, the death machine. You can’t stop it. You can merely do everything you can to not die to it and enjoy your last days on this earth with as much hedonistic joy and chaotic resistance as you can. Go out with a bang while the world goes out with a whimper and enjoy yourself as much as you can. Indulge your appetites. Save a life. That’s the only choice you’re afforded in such conditions. They’ve already made it clear we aren’t going back. They will cram ballot boxes with votes. They will get the courts involved. They will put uneducated, racist, white cavemen at the polling stations. Don’t bother trying to stop them there. Go buy a tranny witch who info dumps at you in the lobby about bullet trains and anime groceries. Give her rent money or money for bills so she can stay warm this winter. Buy her fucking estrogen. Do whatever it takes to keep her alive. She’s your last, best friend. She understands the world better than anyone else. She sees through the bullshit. Or she doesn’t. I don’t know your lobby tranny. Anyway, we wouldn't happen to be invading Iran today, would we? Damn, I got them.