REALITIVITY

A) GULLIVER’S TRAVELS by JONATHAN SWIFT, THE MISSING CHAPTER: “THE PROBLEM OF MY TOILET”

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B) Realitivity Post-It Sticker on my Fridge: Much apparent-stupidity is both strategic and unwittingly genuine.

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D) Realitivistic Diss of a formerly-interesting rag (Barney Rosset RIP):

“Evergreen Review, a rumor of the echo of the ghost of its former self, now good for nothing more than recycling insultingly-talentless Propaganda. “QAnon”? Really? We’re still talking about *that* preposterous nonsense? The walking cadaver of a rapey gaffe-machine is in the Whitehouse NOW and you’re still beating the dead-horse under the rotting rodeo-clown who was the previous occupant? I wouldn’t wrap digital fish with this garbage.”

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E) POLAND v THE MAFIA 2010

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F) REALITIVISTIC RE-DEFINITION OF “LIBERTARIAN”

During this time of sudden glaring Big Gubmint overreach, I find myself bombarded with Libertarian soundbites (even: shudder : citations of the hideous Ayn Rand) from well-meaning Radical friends and acquaintances. Being radically “woke” is often very much like one of those dreams in which we think we’ve woken from a dream, only to suddenly (frighteningly) realize we’re still dreaming. I find that the average Radical is approx. midway through the process of waking-up-all-the-way, through every dream-layer,  when I meet her/him (and I can only wonder, with nervous inner-titters, how far I still have to go… what deluding-dreams I still nestle within?). My Libertarian connections are as bamboozled as the Communists I know. Where do my chums think they got either of these conceptual blinders? From a disinterested cosmic super-source?

Libertarian

/ˌlɪbəˈtɛːrɪən/

noun

an advocate or supporter of a political philosophy that advocates only minimal state intervention in the free market and the private lives of citizens.

Any grouping of three humans or more needs agreed-upon-rules so that one participant’s freedom does not impinge on another participant’s quality of life… anyone who’s ever had roommates knows that. What neighborhoods/ cities/ states/ nations need are Coordinating Structures (building codes are reassuring, for example: I don’t want to be afraid to enter a skyscraper… or a parking garage… built by a corners-cutting, code-ignoring Mafia construction company that puts profit over safety): we need some rules and adequate enforcement. What we’ve experienced all our lives is a hybrid system: some good rules (eg building codes/ food safety codes of varying strength) and lots of corruption. Power in our hybrid system means the ability to flout the rules that apply to “the masses”. A system in which all the (rational) rules applied to all the people, rich or poor, would be a good one. The preponderance of the rules should be technical (regarding food safety, electrical engineering, manufacturing, and so forth) and only very basic on the level of the Social. Human Rights should override Social Prescription/ Proscription… and so on. Politics should cease to be avenues for self-enrichment; Politics should cease to be cults of personality and conspiratorial networking: “Politics” should be the dry and objective process of equitable administration. Etc.

A lot of Libertarians think they want NO rules/regulations but the Libertarian “movement” was always a trick. In a system with little or no regulation, mega-powerful entities run riot over the weak and poor. The Antitrust legal structures (such as they were) were gutted, starting largely with the Ayn-Rand-adjacent Reagan “revolution,” and that led directly to the riot of monopolies and cartels threatening us today. The fact that for-profit industries can mandate, through their pseudo national-health wings, massive experimental chemical trials that boost their bottom lines… and that related “information/ social media cartels” can “popularize” this behavior… are clear examples of “freedom” run amuck and Unethical Cartels/ Monopolies exploiting the regulatory vacuum. The “freedom” that Libertarianism preaches has always meant “Freedom For The Powerful” because the markets were never, and can never be, level playing fields. Any “Libertarian” worth less than a few hundred million dollars/ pounds/ euros is fooling her/his self.

FUNDAMENTAL FLAW:  When Libertarians say or think “Private Sector” they’re envisioning bootstrapping entrepreneurs but the Big Face dominating the actual image is (eg) Bill Gates.  The ants scrambling at Gates’ feet are bootstrapping entrepreneurs who can be (and always are) crushed at will. To leave any necessary public service/good to the vagaries of the filtering mechanisms of the “Private Sector”  is to hold the public hostage to the whims/needs/ goals of the Big Faces dominating the “Private Sector” .

We don’t need a “Government”… our rights and responsibilities need to be equitably coordinated. Whatever we want to call such coordinating structure, that’s what we need. The “Libertarian” meme was fed to us by the same people who fed us the “Jesus” meme and the “Karl Marx” memes, too: they’re all pseudo-liberatory cons popularized by State-appointed celebrities.

HISTORICAL ILLUSTRATION:  “The Libyan government has weakened the private sector and confined it to mainly small-scale businesses. While this policy has damaged the Libyan economy significantly, it has also prevented the accumulation of wealth by a small percentage of the population. While the ruling elite (i.e., top civil servants, military officers, and politicians), enjoys much higher living standards compared to average Libyans, and corruption exists within its ranks, Libya is not a highly polarized society divided between extremes of wealth and poverty.” CUT TO: a montage of the mercenary’s bayonet in Muammar Muhammad Abu Minyar al-Gaddafi‘s rectum,  Hillary Clinton giggling and Libertarians missing the point.

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G) POSTED ON FACEBOOT JUNE 8, 2014

Daughter (8) just said this to me through an open bathroom door while bathing, after I explained to her (regarding a friend she has) that life is “complicated”:

“Life for me is sitting in the garden on a picnic blanket and falling asleep. That, for me, is life.”

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H) POEM FROM THE CROWZONE

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I) REALITIVITY CRITIQUE 2

Like quite a few adults, I was immune to (and slightly irritated by) the Frank Ocean hype. If you’re the kind of person to read this far into this article, you probably have no idea who Frank Ocean is, and that’s probably good, in most cases. But I happened upon Ocean’s debut, from 2011, and the first real song on the production shocked me in its beauty; the depth and breadth of invention on display. Stubbornly defying commercial and racial conventions (in entertainment these categories are nearly identical), Ocean… a near-total unknown at the time… concerned himself instead with ART and created something wonderful with that song, a drastic re-write of Coldplay (ugh). Of course, every Major Label (esp. the Hip Hop label) is a Day-Glow Nigger Factory and Ocean’s label then, Def Jam, had no interest in his radically un-niggered vision. Ocean released the project himself on Tumblr (or whatever) and, two mainstream releases later, he was both A) world -famous and B) disappointingly reined-in (though not, perhaps, re-Niggered). Whether it’s the hostile Def Jam or Ocean’s subsequently sympathetic producers, the mainstream works hard to keep you on, or pull you back to, the plantation.  “When asked if he made R&B music, Ocean replied that he disliked that in the United States, “if you’re a singer and you’re black, you’re an R&B artist. Period.” Call that rule the fence around the Soft Plantation of our fetishes and expectations. Ocean reportedly had a “beef” with fuckwit singer Chris Brown and there’s footage of Brown’s loudly-gibbering associates taunting Ocean on the freeway, in LA, and Ocean never belonged in that world… but the mainstream’s Friendly Racism and its notion of “Black Culture” facilitated the categorical error. Do John Mayer and Thom Yorke threaten each other with glocks at cocktail parties? Would we think it “normal” if they did? Ocean should have been hanging out with sensitive nerds and creative geniuses, not “beefing” with moronic cartoon thugs who represent certain (media-engineered) aspects of the worst in humanity.

Even the critics who rhapsodized over Ocean’s debut failed to focus on the literary value of Ocean’s re-writing of Coldplay’s bland/fey/ snowflakey lyrics in his upscaling of their song for the first track in his debut, because to focus on an intellectual act of Ocean’s, rather than on his emotional talent, is to violate the very old Racial Contract. Perhaps some critic out there used the blue chip art world word détournement about this instance of Ocean’s alchemy, but I have yet to locate this postRacial critic if she/he did. Here’s Coldplay’s original:

They were sitting
They were sitting on the strawberry swing
Every moment was so precious
They were sitting
They were talking on the strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn’t want to waste a thing
Cold, cold water, bring me ’round
Now my feet won’t touch the ground
Cold, cold water, what you say?
When it’s such, it’s such a perfect day
It’s such a perfect day
I remember
We were walking up to strawberry swing
I can’t wait ’til the morning
Wouldn’t want to change a thing
People moving all the time
Inside a perfectly straight line
Don’t you wanna just curve away?
When it’s such, it’s such a perfect day
It’s such a perfect day
Now the sky could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you, it’s a waste of time
Could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you, it’s a waste of time
Well the sky could be blue
Could be grey
Without you, I’m just miles away
Well the sky could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you, it’s a waste of time

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******and here’s what Ocean did with it:

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When we were kids, we handpainted strawberries on a swing
Every moment was so precious, then
I’m still kicking it, I’m daydreaming on a strawberry swing
The entire Earth is fighting, all the world is at its end
Just in case, an atom bomb, comes falling on my lawn
I should say and you should hear I’ve loved
I’ve loved the good times here, I’ve loved our good times here

Say hello, then say farewell to the places you know
We are all mortals, aren’t we? Any moment this could go
Cry, cry, cry, even though that won’t change a thing
But you should know, you should hear, that I have loved
I have loved the good times here, and I will miss our good times here

Spaceships are lifting off of a dying world
And millions are left behind while the sky burns
There wasn’t room for you and I, only you, goodbye, goodbye

Now the sky, could be blue, I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time
Could be blue, I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time

The sky could be blue, could be grey
Without you I’m just miles away
The sky could be blue, I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time

Perhaps it was just the Genius of wild youth? That doesn’t make it less valuable. I hope Ocean does something this good again. Here’s the audiovisual:

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J) QUERY

Is this (THIS; everything; current conditions) the 4D chess version of the Hegelian Dialectic? Most theories of WHAT THEY ARE ATTEMPTING TO DO rather self-servingly assume THEY are inept/ less intelligent than WE are. But positing the opposite would be more logical, if only because THEY clearly rule the world and WE clearly don’t. Not even close, in fact, mate. Not even close. We’re lucky to get jobs as substitute teachers in this world. Maybe we aren’t exactly Super Efficacious? Maybe our Evil Intellectual Superiors are so secure in their Mastery that they don’t mind (quite the opposite: they enjoy the irony) of allowing us to see ourselves as smarter… as we walk into every trap they set for us? “Here, try this: it’s called Television and you’ll love it.” “Here, try this… it’s called The Internet…” “It’s called a Smart (snigger) Phone.”  And so forth.

Further to the point:  is all this Hyperbolical Lefty-Liberal Looney-Tune Wokeism a clever attempt to trigger a backlash capable of inducing a planetary populist Right Wing pendulum-swing the like of which the world has never seen? I mean, from Trannie-Toddlers to the legalization of Petty Retail Theft in California… even I’m about ready to work as a paying volunteer on the campaign to Re-Elect the corpse of William F. Buckley…  is this game even deeper than it looks?

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K) Pome on the Topic of Ruling Taxonomies & their integration within Perception

the Namers

we all know Rothko’s

a master for those

who want us to think so

say so louder & faster  (so genuflect)  than nay

claimers kin flex, though lo,  with all

the world’s  most eligibly fungible Rothko

millions shriller & still teeming, reflect:  the

seeming odds against that one! particular

Rothko!  nailing

fame! as astronomical as! bits of

the sky the Namers only !

name! (&)

(detect)

(next)

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L) We love this city and if it weren’t for the sinister global war being waged against the gullible and clued-in alike, we’d be so fucking happy here.

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M) REALITIVITY’S  PARTING ADVICE

It’s not what you know and it’s not even just who you know:  it’s who you know who sees some personal advantage in blessing you.