
Here’s the intro I cut form Season 5 episode 16 because it’s long and nobody cares or wants to hear it. If you’re reading this, why? Nobody cares. About anything. We’re done here humans.
Right now is the time, like the rest of this century actually, where so called “good” people sit around and do nothing as “so called” evil triumphs. Hurrah!
Mostly there aren’t good and bad people, unless you’re a six-year-old, but there are good and bad actions. Good and bad motivations, incentives and outcomes.
Stupidity, naiveté and ignorance are generally bad motivators for impulsive emotional actions from over emotional weak and stupid men that lead to bad consequences.
Things will get worse. Always. For the rest of our life no matter what we do now.
To my mind nothing can improve until the people who took us in to Iraq and brought us the Credit Crunch are made accountable for it and until the public start hearing the truth about our actual dire survival situation. Until that never arriving point London has nothing to offer us. Only it’s continued lies and misdirection.
It will, can and does only take from you now. It provides nothing. It cannot and it is not trusted for this reason. They are pathological liars and gaslighters.
London won’t help you, it will only rob you.
I can’t remember a time when a government has done anything for me in my lifetime other than take from me. Oh, data protection. So, one thing!
Successive Public School boy war criminal scum have taken my life and energy form me, my money, my future, my health and healthcare, my postal service and transportation options, my privacy, my ability to buy and own property. My ability to live and work in 30 odd other countries. They’ve taken my ability to have any decent dignified respectably remunerated work ever again. Hand car wash careers for everyone.
I DIDN’T DO ANY OF THAT. THAT WAS ALL DONE TO ME.
And of course they took my ability to access credit.
Everything a person would need to reproduce capitalism is denied to me. A middle aged white man with a first class degree. So if it has nothing to offer me. What does it have for anyone else?
Climate death. But… wait for it. You get to work for climate death as you die of climate death. Nice. Good offer man. Where do I sign up?
We have no choice but to pay tribute to this zombie death spiral misery economy but don’t be deluded, it is just necromancy. We aren’t doing anything. No real production or reproduction of value is taking place here. Only social decay. Only asset stripping. No, we have to do all the social reproduction in spite of the system, not for it or because of it. There is only collapse. There is only breakdown.
This country. This world. This economy. This climate. It has nothing for me. It’s had nothing for me for well over a decade. This place is shit. And the direction of travel here is one way.
It was built for me and it can offer me nothing. Not a chair. Not another room. Not a doctor’s appointment. Certainly not a house. Not a god dam thing in fact.
There’s nothing here.
Literally, there is nothing here. Britain is just a flag to me. England is just a name. There is nothing to these things. They don’t exist in any tangible way to me and they certainly don’t provide anything of any value to me. To BAE Systems sure. To the Pentagon? Hell yeah. For me? Nah. I can go get fucked and die.
It’s not just the internet that is dead in our post 2008 global zombie economy. Everything is hollowed out, empty and dead. Virtual. Like, like life.
Things will continue to collapse and this will continue to happen at an accelerating rate. The public will continue to remain misinformed and ignorant, short sighted and easily misdirected. Just like the short sighted brainless idiots in charge of this mess. That’s all just guaranteed. Locked in.
No magic moment of change is ever coming. No ultimate bad event that make us sort our act out. No glorious restoration to the prelapsarian past will occur. It will only get hotter and wetter and harder for you. More expensive and less of everything. That is the trend. Trust me. I’m long term precariat now so I know how this works.
You will just get more sick and have less and less access to more and more things and the reality is only the real actual people physically close to you will be at all relevant to your life. But many will live in the media mind as long as they can. And those who live in cyberspace will die there because they won’t receive any of the human social nourishment that their soul actually requires to carry on in this plain. We can just die from the horror of everything. It can just be too much for us. The horror. The horror.
The politics won’t change until behaviours change and behaviours will only change (if ever) when local real world geological circumstances in your area dictate that they do so. Or more importantly and accurately, the realities dictate what can actually happen in reality. You know. Little things like whether circumstances can actually support human life or not. Those sorts of inconveniences. And if humans can’t happen under those changed circumstances, then they won’t happen. Humans just won’t exist baby. Simples.
So, when half of Leeds is underwater, for example, only then could we see any real substantive change to our behaviours and practices. Before that point it’s just more of this shit. We’re lumbered with boring ugly stupid psychotic morons. What we’ve always had, just more of the same but worse. Again and again. Forever. Boring. All the same boring predictable horrors from the same boring predicable species and it’s boring predictable sadistic chief swinging dicks.
People are not a proactive species; Climate Change shows us this. Our total and abject failure in this realm is very instructive about our species. Beyond all our hype about our greatness we are ultimately ineffective and stupid creatures. We believe only what see and only react to things that have happened to us, we can’t plan and it has been our downfall.
So called modern peoples are mostly still pretty basic. They aren’t thinking. Most people don’t think. They don’t know how to. They don’t like to. That’s why we like telly. We want others to think good for us because that’s what school taught us. Don’t think. Do as you’re told.
The other thing school taught us, the very first thing in fact was sexism, the basic Othering from which all other Othering occurs. It’s the first lesson you learn in school. You perhaps think differently but I’ve seen it happen repeatedly. So, my direct empirical experience triumphs your inherited ideas.
Debt, money, payments, so called economics, none of that man fantasy shit matters any more.
What actually matters to me and my homeostasis is the amount of calories accessible to me (and whether conditions around me support my continued aliveness). This is what any real economics should actually be focused on, because all work comes from energy. Labour and machinery and even our fictitious digital currencies (AKA our bank balances that actually only exist in computers now) need energy to be present in order for any work (or financing) to occur.
Being matters. Behaviours matter. Conditions matter. And pay matters.
Owning shit doesn’t actually matter to you. Owning shit is work. And expense. What really matters is your access to stuff. To tools. To knowledge. To fabrication. To food security. To clean air and water. This is why we had public services. Because rich societies have rich cities and towns and places. Not just rich people. Rich people fence shit away. Good cities have good parks and libraries and civic buildings that’s how they become good cities.
Social goods were provided for me as my birth right as a human of earth. I demand them.
But we have no say over any of it or over the off-shored profits made from poisoning it all, stealing it all and killing it all from me.
We get the cancers they get the yachts. Because they’re better men then me and an invisible hand stroked them and told them their sky daddy picked them and told them so their so called superior genes guaranteed it, that their hard work was harder work than anyone else’s work and that they had to grind for it and daddy’s bank account never helped. Mummy’s network never helped. The guy from the boy’s club didn’t give them a boost. The 65 family members clubbing together around them didn’t actually help. No. Breaking a few rules and cutting a few corners never helped. A great crime to make a great fortune never occurred.
The individual is sovereign and the Ubermench could survive naked in the arctic because he has everything he needs with him inherently.
Fuck all the nonsense. Fuck the culture war. Politics. Left and right. It’s all just time wasting shit and the only people that shit benefits are the people being paid to throw all this shit over you and the people who pay the shit slingers to do their bidding.
Practice focusing on what’s real. It’s not what’s behind any screen. It’s not what comes to you down a wire or via radiation. It’s not about costumes or hats. It’s about eating cleaning food, drinking clean water, having decent protective shelter and doing a bit of dancing, singing and cavorting. Feasting and pontificating and entertaining and amazing. That’s what we’re about. That’s what matters.
What’s outside our window? What’s in our street? That’s what matters.
That is matter. That is what matters and IT’S THE ONLY THING THAT DOES MATTER NOW not what’s inside your screen. Remember that.
Let that drive what you do.
The people who helped you in lockdown are the people you need to care about and look after going forward. If that was the State. Groovy. Bully for you. Hang in there.
But more than likely it wasn’t.
More than likely it was someone who gives a shit and had shit they could give you. These are the people you should support and listen to. Not city bankers. Not military “experts”. We don’t need to know what bankers and hired killers and drug dealers think, we know. What we need to do with those psychos is rifle through all their paperwork, audit the hell out of them and keep a constant beady eye on what they’re up to.
Banks need to be in public ownership. Private debt needs to be controlled.
Public Investment is required but as it will never come from The City of London Corporation or The Treasury or Bank of England our anyone at all involved in the petrodollar neo-classical death cult that is global paternal thinking and actions. They only have this mode. Only these ideas. No other modes are available.
So you have to withdraw. You have to quit it.
We have to create our own financial instruments.
Especially as each one of those institutes of the death economy will not just be underwater in a metaphorical sense but in a very literal sense when London actually returns to the sea, probably within the next couple of decades.
At that point it should matter very little what kind of fucking hat someone is wearing but you know, people are stupid and pathetic and love getting people because they smell a funny colour, so we can never guarantee getting rid of that dumb shit now, can we? We can’t expect people to be civilised can we? Especially when we treat loads of them like crap.
That world of London’s bullshit is dying in real time and we need to start coping with that fact and with the reality of living in this new rapidly changing global climate. It’s one that humans have never lived in before so nobody knows how to do this. But we’re having to figure it out. We’ve no choice now.
But we can choose not to spend our energy on London’s bullshit talking points as we attempt to do this. We can choose not to let the worst of the southerners and foreigners, the billionaire scum who make us fight each other affect us. We can turn them off. Mute them. Block them. Not share them. We can choose instead to talk only in person to one another about our stolen wealth and stolen futures and act together on what we’re going to build to replace them now they all belong HM Tax Haven number 899 234.
Our family members, our quality of life and our life expectancy and futures have been sacrificed for city bankers and arms dealers and oil sheiks and drug money laundering international banks, price gouging pharma companies, genocidal mining companies, plantation owning chocolate producers and ocean filling fast fashion brands that fill our insides with micro plastics and forever chemicals.
They’ve stolen our futures. Our personal data. Our healthcare. Our loved ones. Our schools. Our teachers. Our decrepit infrastructure. Our skilled workers. Our engineering knowledge and skill built up over generations. Our pride and dignity. Our forges. Our factories. Our energy. Our airwaves.
We destroy millions of living people every day with this crappy system that’s forced us to comply, manufactured our consent and made us complicit. We’re all tied up and implicated in the forever war and its forever bore.
Drill baby drill. Backwards is our future.
This is all it has. Next is only workhouses and death camps.
Forced sterilisation and forced insemination.
The only solution is more purity. More debt. More carbon. More covid. More social media. More. More. More of the same and more of the problem. More nuclear. The problem is the solution. More monoculture. More factory farms. Do it more. Fly more. Make more waste. Buy more. Throw away more. Ring the doctor more. Do it for longer. Do it more for less. Do it more. You do it. You do it. You do everything. Do it more.
Here, put your thing on. Everyone else is wearing their thing. Why aren’t you wearing your thing?
Don’t show up for this shit.
Ignore London when it calls. If something doesn’t serve you get fucking rid of it. Britain doesn’t serve me. It’s the biggest problem in my life. It only makes living harder and less worthwhile.
It expects me to show up for humiliation and degradation and show gratitude for that. It makes me literally drink shit. It makes me pay for highly dubious people to do whatever they want. And in return it gives me only hate, forever war and increased personal threat of death or dismemberment via its support and fostering of terrorism at home and abroad and of increased chance of death by nuclear holocaust too just to keep things spicy. The men that run the world are sick puppies. They are the worst of us. We need to disarm and contain them and their ilk.
So show up for your family and neighbours and if you can’t show up for them show support and if you can’t show support then shout for help because you probably need it and there’s no shame in asking for help if you need it.
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