Thursday, August 17, 2017

U.S.A.! U.S.A.! vol. 110

8/23/17 addendum:

woke up this morning with a head full of garbage after last night's primal scream group therapy session, its nostalgic underpinnings seemed designed less to reassure the constituents than to cautiously mend the wounded ego of a deeply unpleasant grand-toddler, whose limited exposure to a negative conditioning / positive reinforcement behavioral dichotomy has left his mental faculties in a state not dissimilar from his approval ratings; totally fucking cratered. anywaaaaaaay;

Donald Trump 



We're done with the 'take what we can get' phase
of Donald Trump's administration.
It's time for the 'he's a disaster
and needs to go' phase.
remember that scene in Batman Returns when the Caped Crusader is closing in on the Penguin's lair and the Penguin starts looking to his henchpeople and they all start slinking away so they don't get their clown-asses handed to them by a violent superhero in a missle-boat?

that's what we're seeing here.

i'm more than exhausted by the sneering malice of this sentient spite-diaper who has yet to out-learn grade school cruelties. this singularly unremarkable, hygiene-allergic cold sore of a man-boy who contributes nothing to the zeitgeist and appeals only to the those with the comedic sensibilities and intellectual/emotional capacities of over-sheltered, mean-spirited seventh graders who endlessly hurl increasingly nonsensical insults at one another during gym class.

it's beyond the pale.

it's stupid, vicious, and deadening.

this isn't arch-level schadenfreude, it's a two-way suicide watch.

part of me still wants to believe this all some kind of twisted performance art; someone in orange-face and a fat suit who has crafted an invariably ugly alter-ego fashioned in the deed of Andy Kaufman's Tony Clifton, the boorishly tone-deaf lounge act swapped out for an overcommitted internet troll persona. Sam Hyde on global scale.

i don't know if this will end... all i know is i'm fucking done.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

U.S.A.! U.S.A.! vol. 109

Goodbye, Pepe

The end of the alt-right

how many of these racist trolls are committed to the real-life violence and potential state repression that the movement’s goals will now summon forth? The standard online shtick for politically serious members of the alt-right has been to flirt with Nazism but then to laugh at anyone who took these gestures at face value. But in the wake of James Alex Fields’ alleged terrorist assault in Charlottesville, which claimed the life of antifa protestor Heather Heyer, ironic dodges are foreclosed to the alt-right. In addition to Fields’ usage of a car as a deadly weapon—a tactic borrowed, ironically enough, from ISIS sympathizers in Europe—the show of fascist strength in Charlottesville made it abundantly clear that the most vocal and committed leaders of the movement are not basement-dwelling geeks but heavily armed militiamen. This was no shambolic gathering of weedy LARPers or neckbeards with silly grins and Pepe signs but a uniformed procession of politically serious white nationalists prepared for violence and employing deadly serious chants of “blood and soil” and “you will not replace us.” 

- Angela Nagle

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Negation Aspiration vol. 67

How Tom Green Let the Trolls Out, Then Vanished

The proto-troll took trolling tactics mainstream, but now he’s just another old guy telling the kids to quiet down.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017


As an artistic document, I can think of no bigger indictment of the failures of intelligence than "Pickle Rick." Yes, we no doubt live in a world where a lack of intelligence and a lack of awareness (self or otherwise) fail us at every turn. But intelligence is far from the savior of the basic emotional truths at the heart of the human psyche. Our inability to grasp our own capacity for fear, anger, disgust, sadness and joy is what so easily mars the engine of our selfhood. For the biggest truth always rests in our hearts and bodies. There is no outsmarting it. There is no outrunning it. And yet, we'd rather turn ourselves into pickles instead of facing the obvious darkness in our hearts. Which means, yes, this episode is about our broken emotional systems. It is about the way we come to value certain "positive" traits (like intelligence and power) that we believe will allow us to keep surviving, because we believe they have what allowed us to survive so far. But they will never be enough to make us whole, or even make us balanced. They are just broken systems we keep feeding again and again, confident our little band-aid solutions will fix things simply because they momentarily alleviate the guilt or anger. And that's how we go on, trapped in cycles, succeeding to our own crippling ends, and never addressing the ways we are broken. It is an episode about the ways we lie to ourselves and others. Especially because we know that, in the end, there is only facing the truth. And how we are utterly terrified to do it.

Film Crit Hulk SMASH: Let’s Talk About “Pickle Rick”

A look at RICK & MORTY's cutthroat mediation on intelligence.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

U.S.A.! U.S.A.! vol. 108

so  yeah...

......this fat cunt just threatened nuclear war...

....via Twitter....

....on his summer vacation.

Negation Aspiration vol. 66(6)

Though it was never proven in court, Metheny said in a jailhouse confession that he butchered the bodies of Magaziner and Spicer and sold the meat in a roadside stand, calling it his 'special meat'.
'I had real roast beef and pork sandwiches and why not they were very good,' he wrote. 'The human body tastes was very similar to pork. If you mix it together no one can tell the difference.'
After he pleaded guilty to murdering Spicer and Magaziner, Metheny begged a jury for the death penalty. 
'The words `I'm sorry' will never come out, for they would be a lie,' he said in court. 
'I am more than willing to give up my life for what I have done, to have God judge me and send [me] to hell for eternity.'
The twisted killer concluded his jailhouse confession with a warning for hungry travelers on unfamiliar roads.
'So the next time you're riding down the road and you happen to see an open pit beef stand that you've never seen before, make sure you think about this story before you take a bite of that sandwich,' he wrote. 
'Sometimes you never know who you may be eating. Ha! Ha!'

Baltimore serial killer who cut up his victims and SOLD them as BBQ is found dead in his jail cell aged 62

  • Joseph Roy Metheny, 62, found dead on Saturday in a Maryland prison cell
  • Metheny was serving two life sentences for the murder of two women
  • Killer confessed to as many as 10 murders in 1990s and asked for death penalty
  • Morbidly obese killer said he served up the victims in a roadside BBQ stand