Tag: military industrial complex
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The Infrastructure of Irresponsibility
Nice infrastructure of irresponsibility we’ve managed to create. First you have first-order grifters: weapons manufacturers, defense contractors, and logistics suppliers — the ones who actually make the machinery of violence. Then come the second-order grifters — the think tankers, foreign policy fellows, and adjacent “experts” who don’t make weapons but polish the narratives that keep…
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Pure, Uncut, Imperial Lunacy
The new breed of tech cowboys, high on venture capital and zero-interest loans, are suddenly feeling the heat, and it’s terrifying to watch. These clowns have been riding the free-money carousel for so long they’ve forgotten what it’s like to sweat. Now, the moment the cash dries up, their first instinct is pure, uncut imperial…
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The Machinery of Violence
The Machine is hungry. Republican hands reach for the Big Red Button—no hesitation, no pause, just the itch, the primal need to blow something to dust. Preferably brown, preferably Other, preferably something distant enough to forget but close enough to feel the shockwave. Boom, boom, boom. A symphony of obliteration. Brown bodies turned to statistics,…
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Mustache Twirling Pinkertons
We’re sold this narrative of American military might, a gleaming titanium eagle soaring over a grateful world. But beneath the surface, what do we find? A labyrinthine bureaucracy, a tangled web of contracts thicker than a cruise missile manual, and at the heart of it all – profit.The Pentagon, my friends, isn’t a war machine, it’s a gilded ATM, spewing out taxpayer dollars that magically land…
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This Is Company Town, USA
Man, the American Dream’s gone nova, folded in on itself like a malfunctioning piece of government surplus. We ain’t a nation, we’re a company town, a sprawling, neon-lit megalopolis called War Inc. Stars and stripes just another corporate logo, the bald eagle a mascot airbrushed on a goddamn bomber America. Land of the free, home…
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SXSW and the Military-Industrial Roach Motel
They bug you with sponsorships, man. Like a roach motel for your soul. Take Raytheon bread, they say, it’ll get you in the door. But the door just clicks shut behind you. You’re trapped, see? Stuck shilling for the very machine you thought you were subverting. They hooked me, man. Raytheon, with their cold chrome…