Category: Euclidean Politics
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NATO’s Two Bit hustles
NATO’s a two-bit hustle, baby, masquerading as global protector—an old-school patriarchy racket. Think of it as a high-rise corporate pimp: suits on top, chaos underneath. They sell you security, but they’re the ones dangling the knife at your throat. Make a mess in your backyard, blame it on the neighbors, and come in with the…
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Jesus Figures and the Marriage of High Testosterone + Neurodivergent
The relentless search for contemporary “Jesus figures” to deliver us from the oppressive grip of “the man” reveals a profound discontent with the existing ideological structure, one that is emblematic of our late capitalist condition. This can be interpreted as the collective’s desperate attempt to fill the void of the objet petit a—the unattainable object…
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Civilization’s Last Stand: Charter Networks
So all the talk about civilization was just about charter cities and charter schools. They sold you a bill of goods wrapped in the shining veneer of civilization, the grand promise of order, progress, and prosperity. But what did they give you? Not the grand city on a hill, but a shantytown of grifters playing…
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The Lie Factory
The subject’s desire, a perpetual lack, constitutes a fundamental void at the heart of the psyche. This void, a gaping maw of incompleteness, seeks incessant repletion. In the political sphere, this desire manifests as a demand for an impossible fullness, a utopian ideal that can never be attained. In its pursuit of fulfillment, it constructs an imaginary order, a symbolic edifice where the…
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influencers, podcasters, crypto scammers, and small-town tyrants
One might approach influencers, podcasters, crypto scammers, and small-town tyrants as figures who occupy different positions within the symbolic order, each representing a distinct mode of desire and the manipulation of the Other. Influencers are the epitome of the Imaginary, where the ego is constituted through the gaze of the Other. They craft an idealized…
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Westphalia
You pry the jetlag from your skull like a stubborn limpet. A month in the sprawl of Westphalia, that tangled knot of history and grit, and here you are, back in the neon-drenched hyper-reality you call home. Westphalia, with its chipped chrome and flickering vid-screens, its shadows clinging to the corners like bad code –…
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Powertrip
The delusion of untainted power, chum, a roach skittering across the circuitry of the naive mind. These technologist cowboys, righteousness dripping from their binary beards, think they can ride the power bull without getting bucked into the meat grinder. Wrong. Power ain’t a virus that eats your morals, it’s a psychic filter, a flesh-plated feedback loop that warps your perception. Sure, you dream electric…
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Musical Golden Parachutes
The Republican agenda is a carnival of contradictions, a grotesque spectacle where fiscal conservatism is a punchline to ballooning deficits fueled by military largesse and tax giveaways to the elite. They preach small government yet loom large over personal liberties, wielding power like a cudgel in the name of moral authority. Their hymn to free…
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The French Bourgeoisie: A Cut-Up Caper with a Side of Fascism
The French bourgeoisie, oh those respectable frock-coated fiends. Power was their aphrodisiac, and they weren’t picky about the bedfellows it brought. Here’s a glimpse into their sordid little boudoir of political maneuvering: 1. The July Monarchy: 1830 to 1848. A constitutional monarchy? Now that was a cut-up they could dig. A king with a leash, a system that kept the rabble at bay – pure bourgeois bliss! …
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The Centrist Charade
Dig beneath the surface of history, man, and you’ll find the stench of power clinging to everything. Marxist cats, always sniffing for class struggle, point their fingers at the center as the ultimate enabler – the guys greasing the skids for the real heavies. This ain’t a one-act play, though; this pattern stretches back centuries, a tangled web woven by supposed moderates who…