Are we witnessing the spectacle of politics or the politics of the spectacle? It is impossible to tell the two apart.
We are the true Illuminati — each with our single candle — dedicated to this Great Work.
Why are strange women perceived as overly aggressive creeps while strange men are perceived as weak pussies?
When someone asks you out on a date, they are basically saying that they think your standards are low enough to voluntarily go out with them.
Some have called it “political correctness.” What we are witnessing is a passive totalitarian control of the public discourse.
We do not appreciate that a wound is a wound and a death is a death, regardless of how they happened.
It is through this alienation that new subcultures, tribes, and species are defined.
The war is over and the paintings are replaced, but the blind people never come back.
We unwittingly labor along the neurological limits of nature’s economy.
They could claw their way out, mind you, but it’s not air they’re after, it’s victimhood.