#so woke they're politically sleep deprived

[isaacsapphire]

It's so interesting that both Right and Left use the same metaphors of sleep and awakening (but then, that's not exactly a new metaphor for ideological change), the same terminology of the Damascus Road "pill".

Might be nothing, but it's odd.

[aetherblooms]

rank your salads (including trahearne so you're not just flipping the twins like a coin 💕): best to worst driver? most to least likely to forget how to operate a stove on ~2 hours of sleep and almost light the kitchen on fire? best to worst at dancing?

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best to worst driver?

yvette is the ideal driver (: they generally follow the rules but they're also fine with toeing the line. they can also be your getaway driver in the event you need to run from the cops. they make sure everyone has snacks and water on road trips and has hand-selected the best driving tunes.

trahearne is the BORING driver. he follows all traffic laws to the letter. he has no imagination. being behind the wheel is so so scary. too scary. WHY do you keep braking. WHAT is wrong with you. he is the worst getaway driver because he would have a heart attack.

lukas is the worst driver. he driving is like a maniac. its a miracle he still has a license. this guy is speeding like he's outrunning the elder dragons. he is multi-track drifting. the gods are dead and lukas ran them over with his car. he could also be your getaway driver, but you dont want him to.

most to least likely to forget how to operate a stove on ~2 hours of sleep and almost light the kitchen on fire?

this is actually a harder question that i thought.

on one hand, trahearne isn't the best cook and is the most likely to set something on fire on a regular day. BUT in my head he's the best at functioning without sleep (its the insomnia babey!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and will at least make a decent box mac n cheese at 3am

meanwhile the twins are both cranky when they don't get their beauty sleep <3. lukas is only marginally better than yvette at sleep-deprived stove operation bc he wouldn't purposely set things on fire when they annoy him. lukas would start falling asleep cooking scrambled eggs and they get. crispy.

yvette is the worst at cooking with little sleep bc they would just skip the stove altogether and either start cooking food with volatile magic or gnaw on cold salami in the dark. assuming they woke up in the middle of the night hungry, that means they are hangry and will NOT wait around to make a nice meal like they normally do. they are committing affronts to the divinities.

best to worst at dancing?

yvette is the best dancer!!!!!!!! lukas is a very close second, but yvette is more graceful and confident in their body than lukas is. sorry lukas.

lukas is a very good and polite dancer in a ballroom setting. a wonderful lead in a waltz. he is absolute dogshit if you bring him clubbing. he will awkwardly shuffle a few steps. maybe do a little shimmy on a good day. but he would rather die.

trahearne would step on your toes a lot and apologize every time but he's got the spirit!!! he is a distant third when it comes to dancing, but not for lack of trying.

[isaacsapphire]

"Stay woke" used to be what black conspiracy theorists would say (and also other black ppl about the actual horrible actions of governments and corporations, to be fair) and it's kind of got a redpill kind of vibe. About seeing the reality that "they" don't want you to see. Anyway woke is already kind of had its day, which is a shame because someone could totally have started a bullshit campaign against it on the grounds it's appropriating AAVE.

Fair and fair.

[awed-frog]

Never thought we’d reached a point in time when both the extreme right and the extreme left agreed Black people are not capable of rational thinking and hard work, yet here we are. 

[awed-frog]

I don’t want to comment on today’s community, but we should be wary about romanticizing the eunuchs of the Mughal courts. In many cases, these were little boys who were castrated by their parents against their will so they could be sold as eunuchs (a eunuch costed three times a ‘normal’ slave). 

(Not to mention all the teenagers and adult men who were captured by Viking traders or during wars, castrated, and then sold in the Persian and Arabic slave markets.)

And the only reason why there was such a big demand in eunuchs is that Mughal noblemen - and more generally noblemen of the Islamic world - needed men who a) wouldn’t have sons they would inevitably be loyal to and ‘steal’ stuff for and mostly b) could work with women without any ‘impurity’. Like, the idea is that of course a man can’t work with women and a woman can’t be given any kind of authority so yay, let’s buy poor children and mutilate them for life and if they die of infection or something, who even cares.

Hijras of Pakistan, Bruno Morandi

Hijras, who can be eunuchs, intersex or transgender, have been part of South Asia’s culture for thousands of years. Eunuchs are celebrated in sacred Hindu texts such as the Mahabharata and the Kama Sutra. They also enjoyed influential positions in the Mughal courts. (x)

[isaacsapphire]

very weird seeing you use woke as like a movement name and speaking so negatively of it when i had thought you were more of a lefty goody two shoes compared to me ;p

Well, maybe compared to you, or maybe you missed some of my previous posts. Please see previously used tags using "woke" negatively.

[awed-frog]

Getting harder and harder to even define satire at this point.

[togetherwelove]

6/14/20

But Sunday was more than a shit ton of errands like I lazily posted on my facebook.

The ride home from Madison, sleep deprived and cranky, I finally just laid all my cards out on the table chronologically. There's this exhaustion I just haven't been able to shake lately. Tired of cherry picking information, tired of listening to cherry picked information, tired of trying to be perfect and perfectly positive all the time. Saturday was a cumulation of a shitty week and trying to keep everything nice and neatly bottled up. So the ride home I just talked, not holding anything back, not trying to sugar coat reality. And it was hard. It sucked. But you know what? I was met with the same vulnerability and openness. And god that's all I've been wanting. That's all I've been needing.

So we went home and snuggled and talked some more and I finally crashed after 24hrs of being awake on about 3-5hrs of sleep.

Sunday we woke up and continued our talk. Continued the free flow of communication and vulnerability.

And I did something I've never done, I invited R to some yoga. Which is one of my most private and personal times. And you know, it wasn't awful and I would like to do it again. I think he even liked it too.

We made omletes which I'm finally starting to get the hang of maybe.

We had errands to do in the city. As habit has it, I quick got high. My tolerance is so low that a quick hitter blazes me. So we're driving along and I get super horny and sensual. And one thing leads to another and the next thing I know his dick is in my mouth as we're driving down the highway. Which is something I've always always wanted to do but never thought I'd have the guts or confidence to do it. It was my second new experience of the day and I think he enjoyed it as well.

We got to the city and after months of quarantine I finally got my haircut. She really didn't change too much, just reshaped it but it looks about 10x better. And she was nice and polite. I always get nervous that they're going to be assholes who also don't pay attention to what they're doing. But it turned out fine.

We went to goodwill to drop some shit off. You had to take everything out of boxes in front of the person due to covid protocols and tbh I find that super humiliating. But whatever. Someone somewhere can use that stupud shit that I no longer want and that's better than it ending up in a landfill.

And we went to the glass shop. It's been years since I've been there last and I found it bery curious that I was just as elated to be there as I am when I'm in the craft store. Especially because my smoking is at an all time low currently. I got a new slider for my baby bong after my asshole of an ex broke pretty much all my glass. Mostly I was there for the cbd products. Fi got a vape that is super obnoxious and I honestly don't know how effective it will be. But I made sure I got the cheapest version of everything to try it out so if I don't like it it should still be alright. Mostly what I was pumped for was their prerolled cbd joints and their cbd flower. In all reality that's all I should have spent my money on but hey, early birthday present to myself.

The other interesting thing was how I reacted to having R with me at the glass shop. Being able to point out cool peices and talk about it and giggle with him. It's just a part of me that doesn't typically surface while he's around but it did and pretty strongly. Which could be a point of severe anxiety for me but instead was... it just felt right. It just felt like we were puzzle peices. Like I don't have to try to filter or water down any of the parts of me to make it more easily digestable for him. Trust building, confidence building, just the universe reminding me that he's the one for me forever.

Anyhow.

So we came home and we sparked the cbd j. And that was about one of the best experiences ever, being able to smoke with him, both of us getting buzzed together. And then having hot and passionate sex after. 3rd new thing: smoking a joint together.

After that was cleaning and running to walmart and making dinner. Everything was good. We snuggled at the end of the night and I fought to keep my eyes open and just soak up as much time as I could with him. But sleep carried me away as it always does, right into Monday morning where we had to say goodbye.

[sword--heart--online]

A vent from my main, should have posted it here to begin with.

Posting a passive-aggressive rant about how she doesn't want "certain people" following her instead of hitting the block button and moving on with her life. Look, it's easy. Her Highness the Translator blocked me on sight because she didn't like my choice of favorite character, or the fact that I was publicly having fun. I block/mute people all the time when they go on political tirades in fandom spaces because that's not what I'm here for. "I don't want you consuming my art" then manage your own following, princess. Famous creators don't get the luxury of controlling who engages with their content, but twitter artists do. Or else own up to the fact that you just lap up the attention, especially the attention you get from shitting on your fans. I didn't want to believe the rumors but now I see they're true.

ETA: I reread this and thought it sounded like I was pissed off over nothing. The thing is, I took it personally. Some weeks ago I had sent this person a long supportive PM, didn't expect a response, but still thought a small thank you reply would have been nice. Instead I woke up one morning to how dare you send me messages but still follow people I don't approve of, stay away from my art. In my mind, that read as a targeted attack. If it wasn't written for me, then my bad; however, objectively, it's still a nasty thing to say to one's fanbase. As you're so fond of saying, there's a real person on the other side of that screen. It goes both ways.

Unrelated to that: the other day I made the poor life choice of venting on twitter in a moment of vulnerability, sleep deprivation, and being triggered by something I saw in the wee hours. Personal posts don't belong in fandom spaces, either (unless you're super popular! ugh), but like I said, poor choices due to not thinking clearly. I didn't expect another Big Name Multi-Fandom Artist to unfollow me over it. I mean, good on them for curating their own feed instead of publicly vagueing about it like a pissbaby, but it kind of hurts because I thought they were my buddy. And it was cool to be liked by someone so prolific. I'm getting the impression that these days, internet artists are two-faced mean girls at their cores, and now I'm glad I didn't commission this guy, nor waste my time on that collab.

I'm probably reading way too much into this, but the entire situation reminds me of how my last 3 (three!!) romantic relationships went sour — just, you know, without the deep emotional investment. "How dare you show this uncomfy side of yourself instead of being who I want you to be." I deleted the tweets, but I won't apologize for being a lonely human in a shitty living situation and bleeding it out once and awhile. I'm tired of being made to feel I should shut up and smile and behave like a good girl.

[tamiddyinyourcity]

8:11am.

Its Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday.

Everybody's lookin forward, tooo theeeee weeeeekeeeeend.

Friday, February 26th of 2020.

I woke up feeling terrible as fuck and ready to kill myself, but moreso the latter is just caused by sleep deprivation.

I went to bed at 2am last night, since Marco, (a thot, not a good kind,) waaaaaas trying to pull the classic, "My girlfriend is so abusive, here is a story where I say nothing but the bad things she's done with no grammatical correctness, or accountability or admittal of anything i may or may not have done, anyway lol did i mention ur the best fuck ive ever had before?"

He does this almost every two months, does he get tired?

He got lucky last summer when I agreed to "hang out" with him, since 1) I figured dude needed a shoulder to cry on, 2) if my pussy ends a toxic relationship then the ends justify the means, and 3) he offered to pay for all my food, transportation, and more.

So when you're a lonely girl with an eating disorder and low funds, and all a dude wants is to maybe hold your hand and vent to you about how terrible your life is.... Then it's not bad.

Plus, meeting with him last year lead me to Patrick #1. (People usually hear about how I openly gave my number to another guy while out with Marco and start simpin for Marco, but I usually say a simple, "Marco had a girlfriend, so he couldn't be mad about it", to shut them up while disgusting them further.)

So here it is, a year later and I'm lonely again. This time, not broke or desperate. Horny? I mean, to an extent, but Marco wouldnt be my first option. Not too into the idea of a short chubby guy putting his chode in me in missionary position, surprise surprise!

Well, then again, I do wanna have sex again. Now that I no longer can plow my ex, for his ultimate crime of being attractive but a massive toolbag, then weeeeell...... I should still have sex anyway? Why feel guilty? I'm single, and Patrick #2 made it clear he never wants to see me again. (How ironic.)

Agh.

Anyway, Marco said a few choice words that he could've kept to himself. Realizing I wouldn't bang him, or not without inherently getting something beneficial in return, he proceeded to say "By the way, you're no longer the best fuck ive ever had. Lol."

He must've realized this is a baaaaaad thing to say to a girl who is not your girlfriend, sincr he followed it up by "Godly, but not great. Saula holds that position. But its only good on LSD, so, lol"

Still not polite, so I told Marco, "Hey I'm so tired so I'm probably gonna go to sleep, but I'll be sure to send your girlfriend a good night text with these screenshots before I do. Gnite"

And before he said anything else, I texted "Done! Have fun talking to her about our conversation in detail from tonight tomorrow morning, without my presence!"

He proceeded to then blow up my phone with texts, angry and distressed and begging not to tell her.

The funny thing is, I didn't tell her anything. I just figured that someone was grimey as him could benefit from the lesson of, "Stop trying to use me for sex/treat me like shit, and stop trying to cheat on your girlfriend."

Whether he stays with her out of love, fear, or a loneliness complex, he still stays. She still stays. He still gaslights her and cheats on her. She still punches him in the throat and leaves him gagging for air. Not a fantastic couple, but they're good at putting on the front of one.

Hell, as Marco texted me an hour before in the evening all about how much of a "toxic bitch" Saula had been, and nearly breaking up with her, since he does not love her...... I literally texted him "Didn't you make a post on Instagram today, saying explicitly that you loved her?"

He sure the fuck did!

Christ, Marco.... A mess, you are.

Anyway.

Love is dead. My ex doesnt think about me any more. Azalea probably does, but who cares. Marco wants to cheat. I want to eat. And frankly, i think im starting to care less about moral rights and wrongs either way.

Life is stupid. :)

On the bright side, I'm successfully deep cleaning my room. After weeks of sleeping among filth, I decided I'd rather have the energy to leave my bed and do whatever, instead of suffering over my ex and cuddling empty water bottles and--

8:47am. Damn, the laundry pickup person was quick as HELL to arrive. And strong as FUCKKKKKK. I was out of breathe even dragging two of the laundry bags to the door, but the woman working was deadass HULKED OUUUUT, slinging 25 pound bags of laundry over her shoulder and walking down hella stairs with ease.

You're doing amazing, sweetie. Oh my goddddddd.

Anyway; I'm getting my whole wardrobe cleaned. Starting off an early spring with all my sexy summer clothes back in my everyday life, with my peach colored tank tops and summery bright red and orange dresses? Whew chile, the girls are gonna be mad at me this summer.

Ordered hella jewelry, to get my sparkle on. Since I'm tired of missing out on parties, all because of a little "Agh, damn, none of my outfits are popping, and I don't have enough chains and finger rings on to let the girls know that I'm gay. What's even the POINT, MAN?"

And I'm getting my hair done this Monday, as well as some extra clothes I had ordered online.

That's what I call a glow up. Going, "Fuck this shit, I wanna do things with my life, and I can't just lay down to die."

So I called the laundry people, even if I loathed the idea of sorting through all my clothes or paying for service. I just went, "You have a paycheck that you aren't blowing in food, rent, or anything relevant anytime soom. Chill, order the service and get ready".

Tossed out all the junk in my bedroom, and now I just gotta find all my longlost zirconia earrings to look like a bad bitch when my hair, skin, nails, and wardrobe makes me look finer than china this Monday.

(I would put "Bandit Gang Marco - Nasty" here, but Tumblr is tripping. :) .)

Anyway, self care is good.

Other good things to do:

Bake a bunch of goods for my loved ones. The woman nearby is giving away lemons, so now is a better time than ever go to out and give people slices of lemon cake. My family, the homeless, and people I wanna apologize to seem like a good start. Building alliances and feeling good is always super important.

Grocery shopping for myself seems like a good idea. I don't know if I wanna get wine or not, since when I was stressed recently, I was feeling reaaaaaally with-drawal-y about not being able to drink until my body forgets my problems. I should save my potential alcoholism for my 40s, so that I can get a beer gut, low self esteem, and the cleft lip gene WAAAAY after having kids and whatnot......

Fabric shopping! I literally know how to sew, and have two sewing machines. And inheriting an insanely huge bin of patterns from the 1940s to 1990s? Seems great. I loved the looks from those eras.... So, fabric shopping and making my own quality pieces seems better than coughing up my hard earned dough to stuck up shopkeepers who overprice unwanted items. No more fsst fashion, just gonna sew my own shit.

Trying out new restaurants. Best way to make food and meet others.

9:03am.

Now, do I really wanna think about my ex at 9am? I don't think I do, but, I get the feeling I should anyways....

I don't hate him. Not at this point in time. I just loathe his actions, and his reluctance.... At this point, I lost hope for him. Since he never makes smart choices, and it just fucks me over in the end.

The day he got that letter, he could've either told me after reading it the full extent to his emotions and how he really felt toward me, or just let me leave and not say a damn word.

Both would have been smart choices. He could have told me about how he supposedly reciprocated my feelings, and either explained his worries about pursuing things further, or expressing some sort of boundary or request to make things mutually work out. Since frankly, if he was gonna call me and say he was open to more, or at least discussing our issues, i would have stuck around.

Or, the opposite; letting me leave. Knowing he would never truly make the effort, nor want to. Just recognizing that it would have never been enough for me, and letting me leave in silence. Since if I was gonna leave, silence would have shown me that he was satisfied with leaving. And I would've turned out fine. "I left at the right time, since he never would have done more, and the silence proves it" came to mind.

........

He tried to dip his toes into both options at once.

NIGGA, YOU CANT JUST SPRINKLE IN A "sad to see you go, i regret not kissing you, and i love the kiss you left on your letter" and not say jack shit afterwards??????

Oh my gooooooooooood, i was pissed when i had got home.

I cried in my uber once i left his place a bit after giving him the letter, before feeling contented, and happy!

Whoohoo! I successfully ended a relationship in a way that doesn't result in low self esteem, threats of a restraining order, or suicidal thoughts and feelings of worthlessness.

Just to get on my porch and finally see his texts....and feeling very offput by them. Was he mocking me? Flirting? Hinting at feelings? Why say you want to kiss a girl who clearly wants to be left alone by you, a young man, with no emotional consistency and nad habits of lying or purposely distancing yourself from me?

.....

I liked everything. The kissing, the cuddling. But, it was never gonna be enough. Or compare to what we had before, unless there was effort given on both sides.

Like I said in my letter, "its the difference between someone drinking a fresh cup of hot pressed italian coffee, and a stale cup of McDonalds coffee that they microwaved after a week of it sitting inside of their car."

I was getting oral sex and low self esteem. Dick and increased abandonment issues. Occasional movie watching and beachside sitting, but never any intimacy past maybe grabbing his ass occasionally.

Like.... I'm upset that he asked me, "What was missing?"

What wasnt missing, man? There was sex. And maybe watching Battle Royale. But if you compare it to how we used to act around eachother when watching Murder Party, or Evangelion, and the way we used to cuddle buttass naked and talk without being afraid, or overstepping boundaries, or seeming "relationshippy" when it was clear we never would... As good as it is to not give me the vibe of s relationship, it made me realize, "But its what i want".

God.

I wish he never lied that night. I wish there was honesty, and never violence. I wish he never fucking gaslighted me, and didnt just pin every avoidable problem in our relationship, that could have easily been resolved if he made the fucking effort to help.... on ME. (He's got a lot of nerve, thats the thing that pisses me off most. If he told me any of the shit related to any of our original problems when the time called for it, things would have never got so bad. But he put off being honest with me, and I was not happy to find out MONTHS later all the real reasons for shit, that if i knew sooner, would have easily gotten fixed.)

I really love so much about this dude, but his conflict resolution skills are garbage, and he seems a little bit narcissistic, but I dont wanna throw that word around like confetti.

Going to sleep. Night.

[isaacsapphire]

"Land and rights for purebloods, jack shit for mutts" is already enshrined in law in some places. Look at how Canada treats Status Indians versus Metis.

If that's the deal being proposed, there is an extremely small number of people, a number that is constantly getting smaller, that will be benefited. Further, there's a baked in anti miscegenation policy there.

[awed-frog]

I hope you're missing this discourse but I'm upset because an author on here is suddenly getting a ton of hate for not portraying ethnic characters perfectly, in his series of kids books, which were the most diverse books I ever read and he deliberately made explicitly diverse because he wanted every kid to see themselves in his magical universe. He even apologised beautifully when his shortcomings were pointed out and promised to do better but that's not good enough for the tumble hate brigade.

Hey, I’m sorry to hear that. I haven’t heard anything, but lately it feels like every day there’s something else going on when it comes to purity culture and virtue signaling and all those other new words I wish I didn’t know about.

Tbh when someone’s so far gone you can’t win. You write a novel about white people, you’re an asshole because ThE wOrLd Is DiVeRse. You include non-white people, you’re still an asshole because “Those characters are not sidekicks and you can’t tell [x]’s story from a neurotypical/cishet/white perspective”. You make your hero non-white, you’re a major major asshole because it’s not your story to tell. You write about yourself, you’re definitely an asshole: pompous, selfish and probably overrated. In fact, some have clearly stated that if you’re privileged in any way, you should probably stop creating stuff altogether, which is clearly insane.

The other side of this is that it ignores the fact ‘non-privileged’ writers may not want to be ‘a voice for the oppressed’ at all. I remember a (woman) historian getting a lot of venom for writing about war, for instance, with people going ‘We know enough about that, why don’t you write about women?’. Same with another (woman) historian who wrote a biography of some Boring White Man - she was half-doxxed because apparently she should have written about women. So, sure - if ‘privileged’ people write about diverse stuff, it’s not because they’re interested in that, but out of entitlement and arrogance; but, most insidious of all, if ‘non-privileged’ people don’t fit the mould the way they’re supposed to, that’s because of ‘internalized [x]phobia’ or ‘internalized racism’, not because they’re actually individuals with their own history, ideas and opinions.

(Shitty, shitty, shitty.) 

Anyway - if you like this writer, I’m sure he’ll appreciate a kind message? Even a postcard simply saying ‘Your books are awesome, a hug from [home town]’ will surely put a smile on his face.

And as for the haters, at some point we all need to realize they’re just a very shouty minority. Publishers, in particular, should have some guts and refuse to back down over a few dissenting voices. Incredible that it needs saying, but harassing YA writers is not how we fix systemic racism. 

[awed-frog]

You always have super well informed and sensible takes on things. That statue felt super weird to me the first time I saw it because the woman looks so weak and almost fainting into the arms of the big strong man but all the comments were like "So progressive!!!" I didnt even want to think about the financial cost to the countries people

Thank you! I try my best!

And tbh, it makes me really uncomfortable how part of the left seems to have evolved into ‘This Noble Savage Man Is So Noble, Why Would I Listen To His Bitchy Wife’ narrative? It really makes my skin crawl. Like, a stupid example but I was reading the news the other day and a Dutch court let a man go and apologized to him because yes, he did shout abuse and made sexual threats at a random woman in the street - which is now illegal - but he wasn’t white, so apparently we should respect ‘his culture’ and smile and take it.

I understand multiculturalism is complicated to get right and many people who think like that have their hearts in the right place, but the end result still sucks (especially) for women and when things suck for women, generally that means there’s not been much progress. 

Very often, ‘traditional’ societies are really misogynistic and we should listen to the women trying to change that instead of ‘respecting’ someone’s ‘values’ just because we don’t want to be [x]phobic.

As for the financial costs - vanity projects are not only an African problem, of course, and same with corruption. In my own 99% ‘white & civilized’ town we have an awful monument that’s the result of our mayor’s collusion with his friends, Mr Very Bad Architect and Mr Hey I Own A Lot of Granite, so that’s always something we all need to be vigilant about. But now suddenly some people are being very harsh when things are fishy in the West, and very lenient when the same stuff is fishy in the rest of the world. In my opinion, that’s racism. Being okay with an African president clinging to power for 95 years and making millions while his citizens starve is basically saying Africans can’t do better than that - and Africans absolutely can do better than that, and so, so many are doing better than that, and we should support them instead of just pretending everything is fine.

[isaacsapphire]

@collapsedsquid

That's just sjw flavored anarchists and anarchist flavored wokes, something you can totally see in the wild right here on tumbler dot com.

Also it's clearly good thulu shit if you are taking sanity damage.

“But the truly vital connective thread between Lovecraft and [Peter Dale] Scott lies within their respective meditations upon the primacy of the “occult” manipulation of public perception and rational speech — “suitable degree of smirking optimism” — that is the foundation of the ultimate success of the anti-Human conspiracy of cosmic horror. For Scott, no less than for Lovecraft, a stage- managed form of universal cognitive dissonance constitutes the highest form of parapolitical (or “daemonical”46) governance; in Scott’s terminology, the mass production and consumption of deep events, “events that are systematically ignored, suppressed, or falsified in public (and even internal) government, military, and intelligence documents as well as in the mainstream media and public consciousness.” Like Lovecraft, Scott has conceived of modern civilization as “a great conspiracy of organized denial,” the creation of a “partly illusory mental space in which unpleasant facts, such as that all Western empires have been established through major atrocities, are conveniently suppressed.” 47 Deploying the deep event as an instrument of parapolitical hermeneutics, Scott has advanced the proposition that the integrated spectacle is the interpretative key of the national history of the U.S. In American history there are two types of events. There are ordinary events which the information systems of the country can understand and transmit. There are also deep events, or mega-events, which the mainstream information systems of the country cannot digest. I mean by a “deep event” one in which it is clear from the outset that there are aspects which will not be dealt with in the mainstream media, and will be studied only by those so-called conspiracy theorists’ who specialize in deep history. 48 Understood not as an accumulation of episodic events but as manifestations of foundational systemic properties, these deep events “suggest the on-going presence in America of what I have called a ‘dark force’ or ‘deep state,’ analogous to what [Vicenzo] Vinciguerra described in Italy as a ‘secret force […] occult and hidden, with the capacity of giving a strategic direction to the [successive] outrages.’” 49 For Scott, then, “national security state conspiracies” as deep events serve as “components of our political structure, not deviations from them.” 50”

—

Eric Wilson, The Republic of Cthulhu

everybody says you can only do a right wing interpretation of lovecraft’s work, but here’s one that lends itself to a left wing point of view. in particular, it gets at what the original meaning of “woke” was: a recognition of the typically racialized atrocities that underpin the idealistic life at the heart of liberal democracy.

[awed-frog]

Anyway as a reminder it’s not a ‘peaceful demonstration’ if people are waving Nazi flags. This is like, a universal rule of how things work.

[awed-frog]

Hey please remember that propaganda, brainwashing, gaslighting and general cultish behaviour are always found in both sides - which means the side you like also does this shit, and it’s likely to be more effective on you because you’re already sympathetic to their ideas and thus less willing to fact-check or think critically about new issues. But no matter how loudly someone shouts, you’re not a bigot, a racist or a Nazi for looking into things you don’t know a lot about, hearing different perspectives, checking sources and generally thinking for yourself. There’s this new ideology around, that you need to toe the party line on everything or people will ‘literally die’, and that’s just not true. 

(And when someone uses that argument, or tries to intimidate you into supporting something you’re not sure about or simply don’t know much about, that’s a huge red flag.)

You have a good brain, and you have a right to use it.