A Journal about Electoral Tyranny, the dullness of mobs, and diminishing returns.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Bloomberg Report

New York continues as the role model for the Quieter, Gentrier American Century, leading us into a bold new world where only traffic lights and buildings can run cameras. Well, i guess you can still buy a liscense from the City if you have a good reason and a wheelbarrow fulla money. Kinda like the way the FCC doles out liscenses for the use of radio wavelengths; these are liscenses for lightwave capture.

We Are Change gets some last rays caught, recieving a few good elbows to their (_blank_)s as keepsakes.


Bloomberg's Wild Ride
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Could be worse. Could be investigating drugs-for-arms deals. (You can click through to this one; but yes you may want to proxy-up prior to doing so. I don't know who flagged it, or what could possibly be "mature viewing" in a Dateline clip w/ an Alex Jones outro, but here we are. This is why some people avoid me. Pussies.)

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Or covering Mexican electoral tyranny.


Brad Will - In Memorium
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Some US reporters have already run into the new active-denial system of media suppression, like NOLA's own FluxRostrum.


FluxRostrum - TWIF
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Pretty soon people in the Occupied Territories are going to have a hard time getting images of US citizens being complacent as thier Neue LiberCon overlords repave the highways with oil and skin.


Mosaic

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Monday, August 06, 2007

Hibakusha


August 6-9:



62 Years Of American Sunlight


Hibakusha is the entitled name of the survivors of Hiroshima; i'm told it means "explosion afflicted people". If i knew Japones, i would swap in the proper syllabandage to create a word for the US citizens who bathe in the afterglow of nuclear genocides of August 6th - 9th, 1945.

"Explosion uplifted people". That's us. Own it.

What Time Is It, People?



5 'til, time to get ill.


PDF: A History Of Bombing Ourselves


I love the synaptic nausea that results from meditation on US nuclear weapons testing. The reader(s) amongst you who were with me in previous years will (of course) remember that thermonuclear reaction is the Soul Crusher, the Universal Extinguisher; it is the human vehicle for delivery of instant Nirvana to all beings in the hypocenter of a blast. Thus it is a Bohdisatva Without Being; a pure zen reality without consciousness to sully its diamond bright honesty in form and function, a Way. To meditate upon it is to perhaps find the Void within; and to meditate upon its permutations as experiments is to know the mind of modern humanity.

Were scientists worried that the technique of inducing a thermonuclear reaction would stop working? Were they trying to make a cleaner bomb, and just kept fucking up until they came up with the Neutron and Cobalt death-ray devices?

Or are we just that stupid, thanatophilic and selfish?

The Department of Energy Nevada Test Site Memorial Archive
A boom joint with vintage sensibilities




Of course, we carpet bomb with other lethal biohazards, as does every other human culture.

The Stork

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