UNDERmining

fukuyama as the boy who cried wolf
orwell's ministry of love, inc.

the 0verl0ad (donkey pulls cart carries capital creates lu real reflects le hyperreal while history struggles alongside)

you are here and you are somewhere else and you are not here and you are not somewhere else.

isn't possible all four are true.

and more.

enjoy the pull(s).

or

turn on the tv.

pigs at the second line parade (carne ross and the new, still too easy, american left)

i wonder what the horse thinks.

tension about tomorrow (see International Workers' Day)

 smell the sweat from the pigs?

non-violence is the only way.
the only way.
the only radical way.
but they will bite.
don't turn the other cheek.

thoughts on the american spring

 they are waiting for mistakes and missteps
and the people have yet to find their footing.

towards-non-arrival, always towards-non-arrival

 just because it's happening doesn't mean it is.

don't get me wrong, a little lucidity goes.

a little lucidity goes, but it is problematic,
as most things are

why i'm not an occupier (a call to freaks and weirdos)

us vs them doesn't ever get us anywhere.
we are all freaks and weirdos.