Neoliberalism Lite

/407 Neoliberalism Lite 

Churnalism, in a way that peer reviewed isn’t always expert-reviewed, the publishings and segments and articles balanced in the conceptual eye of a child, where similar things begin pointing to an evil destiny when all these negative things combine, in the ways that undermining leadership resembles undermining credibility resembles abuse of equals. It’s dismissive of the ways that people discredit each other, a sexist calls a woman hysterical or a man a thief, this psychic vision based on personal beliefs are as hateful as ever, as intended, as meant to be. They spend centuries describing their foes, to make war, to hold society hostage, to feed off the ratings system, defending yourself doesn’t change their hate, describing yourself doesn’t change their hate. Air the dirty laundry, their emotions, the low fire burning to only attack others, lying or believing until others are gone, where all they know is how to combine our fears and turn the afraid against humanity. Wrong is wrong, right is wrong. Understanding the wrongs will pull weeds and grow faster than the pesticides. I’ve been reading the headline of “psychic war” here and there, to be noticed perhaps, and they seem like a collective unconscious, but still listening to the words in the music. Targeting goals in competition we want over finish lines, we want to put points on boards, to want to remember why, or not. The maze of confusion and obeying wrong causes could/maybe comes from knowing the wrongs, knowing the missed rights, and fixing the present without the paths of failure. To fix an ice float while on it, instead of paddling back first (in time). Emergencies happen. Warnings become anecdotes when society becomes numb to pain, which prescriptions we become addicted-to, the naive scream, the addict screams, the inmate screams, and we are screaming at them. Perhaps it’s time to prepare ourselves. What it is without preparing, creates the panic of our society. Prosper to have prosperity. / Imagine that authoritarianism and the militias, insert rioter name here, they oppose memes because they support actions of censorship and narrative, replacing humor with rockwell statist knockoffs. The persona is self, exposing that people have been delivered viewpoints, a puzzling rebellion or skillful alignment, and perceptions are made in reality but instinct.

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Recommentions

20200918 Recommentions; 

Everybody always trying to be better than someone, 

Say goodbye to whatever you believe-in, this is mind blowing. Now I tell you, in the Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy, for the year 2020, it says, “Let’s just skip this chapter”. 

Happy holidays, there’s labor day, where everyone is working on getting on my nerves, there’s thanksgiving and I’m not thanking anyone this year, unironically, then everybody loves Halloween, but last year’s gate to hell is still open and I’d appreciate it closed, and Christmas, everyone longing so much for a martyr they’re willing to be the Romans all over again. Sick in the head you are. 

There’s a shame, in not saying hello, I’ve this week felt best about the thumbs up gesture, or the vulcan salute, but enough about me, you’re the ones destroying my planet. Mine, this marble backwater inbred-infested island in the forgotten forest of a thin arm at the excess of the galaxy - mine. In perpetuity - I say hello to you. Emphasis on the hell this year, but oh so important. 

There’s a dishonor in racism, this year a boiling point of pharaohs and talking heads selling empty futures to soulless cries on the steps of orphanages, forgotten as fast as you can. People find orgasm from tweeting about being a victim more and more fictional, louder and loudly untrue, unable to stand behind themselves and ready to blame an undefinable machine. Even the lost, the people of the media machine, the children in the silent system, screaming for the god of racism to show his pale face on a pale horse. The villain of the story arrives, resembling me for the record, and becomes a perfect target, unable to prove or disprove him innocent, and he unable to prove or disprove his own innocence, and the leaderless seek to fill their souls with something to disrupt the endless nameless. There are those who would murder my mothers and fathers of you godless children your ways bleeding from the eyes for screaming without breathing, to survive you fuckwits choosing without thinking, they won’t tell you, but I tell you this. 

Say hello. You rap or sing for them, yes? You tell news or lie for politics, yes? Have you even said hello? 

I greet you from my past, I greet you from your past and this version of it, I greet you from the grave, many years into the future (when you know more about me), long dead and dear, long winds and clear. If I ask you, how are you, ask that person, how are you, learn first. 

The stigma of not fighting, is a brave story. The disgrace of hate, is an old story. For some reason, this year has decided to combine, the old hate fights bravely. Will it win? I greet you with this at the end of this fear-letter to the public, in hopes that the strong I save are survivors of guilt and a pandemic, instead of the other way around and back again. You can promise no peace, but I can guarantee it. 

Live long and prosper. Godspeed. Good day. Salve! Good afternoon. How are you? How goes it? What’s good? What’s up? What it (will) do? Welcome. Praise the gods. Well met. Hala Wallah! Bite. Oi, Tudo bem? Bumblebee tuna. Hyvää päivää! Ahn nyung ha sae yo! Konichiwa! ¡Hola! ¡Mucho Gusto! Nice to meet you! Dia duit. Guten tag! Bonjour. Salut. ¿Qué tal? Zdravstvuyte. Privet! Nǐn hǎo. You good? Yo. Wussup? How you livin? Anyoung! Asalaam alaikum. Goddag. Hei hei. Shikamoo. Hujambo! Yassou! Dzień dobry. Cześć! Witaj! Zer moduz? Ahoy! Selamat siang. Namaste, Namaskar. Qapla’! Merhaba. Selam! Moni. Shalom. Tjena! How’s life? Khe chare. What’s going on? Aloha. Nice to see you. Malō! Long time no see. Zdravej! Good to see you. Greetings. Kamusta! Salutations. Labas! Felicitations. Top of the morning. Kia ora! Blessings. Demat. God bless you. Szervusz. Pacem. Hey, boo. I come in peace. Mercy may. Be well. Greg is not an alien. Cheers. Komdu sæll. Sàwàtdee! Habari yako? Wie geht's? Kaixo! Hello, fellow human. ¿Qué pasa? Blessed be. Kèdú. Dude! Vonts es? Eenchbes es? Wassup witchu? Shwmae! How do you do, ladies and gentlemen? Hello, sunshine! Hey. How’s everything (in the universe)? Lovely day for it. Pleased to meet you. How you been? Yo. Howdy! Sup. G’day! ...but never, NEVER, say to a human, I got your nose. 

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Orgamanage

it would seem my words come

when thoughts echo in time

of what is a handful of air

gathering these in the breeze

living life like the trees sway

with a fire deep under us all

some crawl free in the dirt

like farmers and their tools

like rulers and their weapons

madness in familiar song

hate is not a thought had

having feelings like leaves

after seeing the past lives

staring at the future sun

belief has made blind lions

fear in the eye of a storm

love in a time of giving

lying in lines to be kings

reaction without meaning

culture without symbols

religions without consent 

a temple becomes capitol 

a moon worshiped in darkness

a statue created for a monster

swimming in clothes

naked in the stormy sea

surviving building boats 

what we feel is law

what we feel is art

what we feel is worthy

if you find a penny there

can you pick it up and stare

would you spend it anywhere

weighing every tired soul

valued when owned

ignored when left alone

swinging fists for ghosts 

what seems to find one 

a sight of enemy found

hating anything in memory

wandering island in night

what then wakes one found

when sorrow is a poem

and life is sung aloud

are these sides to a coin

shadows in the temple

sermons on the mount

are these sides to a coin

sheep surrounded by wolves

wolves surrounded by bears

bears surrounded by men

men surrounded by angels

angels surrounded by heaven

heaven surrounded by darkness 

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In these cases the trick is to be typically obscure with writing, my goal was to pick a rock to push up a mountain, but for some ambitions my mountain was missing and now it’s a trying time, in other cases there are sometimes phones used to speak. Only a day ago I reset my Android and lost the assistant area on the left, so deliberations are made with the gods and eventually settled on installing the Niagara Launcher, pin apps to home, the music widget hides/appears on it’s own, the side has a rolodex instead of a clunky app drawer, and in the settings if you add the google assistant it adds a button that opens the embedded assistant, just have to remember it scrolls from any letter, all for homescreen. You can even swipe the pinned icons. With a larger capacity battery life has improved, altho I’d wish they’d make more dark mode to lessen the burden on the child labor digging nauxious rare metals with their hands in third-world countries, but decisions aren’t always reactions. In releasing the redraft-M2, some preparations have arisen, but it’s soon. 

I’ve known an idiot’s level of Spanish a long time it seems, and lately in quarantine and toying with Duolingo’s Welsh and Polish it’s been interesting to see similarities with Español, and while the Cymraeg is rather straight-forward it’s root words are challenging and familiar, and aside from the syntax being different and some phrasing being in older ways, it starts to read like a distant relative language.

It appears the same with the Polski, albeit the Slavic influence makes some letters less likely for words as you or I would use, from vocal posture, it again seems that the primitive/previous language was again the same. In my favorite conlang, research has pointed me at many of these neighboring languages, and the more I read, the more it seems like they’d consider our old-English just another addition to the language-group. We wouldn’t learn old English, it’s adding difficulty to an analytical language, we study what we have, other aspects taken for granted might be how long they last. The other languages might consider old English another in the family, but wouldn’t bother any more than we would, their native language works for them. 

It’s sometimes a challenge for people to see things in a different order, or if misordered what other languages are even doing. As I researched I found that where any language would split the irreplaceable elements are already being used, the way that English has enough of the keys to other languages that they all use it, albeit native English speakers have trouble with the full conjugation set, but keeps enough to be honest. This topic is past and future, in ways the reading leads me to find that the origin was as simple as they could make it, what we’ve become is as simple as we can make it, if you ignore politics, and despite the differences it didn’t change that much. What was weird was finding so many of these crossroad signs that it made me believe my favorite conlang was spoken by aliens who landed on earth 5K years ago or older, who knows. 

That long ago a caveman could use the intuitive phone app launcher, it’s not as if we’re not these same people using magic we don’t understand today. We can together see this world for itself, and describe what it is for the first time. 5k< years ago, that cave wo/man who decided to create/speak our language didn’t hate the languages, to not change the world turned then as it does now, no matter how other people describe it, and it makes more sense to learn how other people speak then to ignore how much opportunity is really poured into a day. Customs like protocols, cultures like laws, all to make sure no one survives. Travel makes the heart magnetic to the waves of time, and when the sun sets many waves have come, the patterns and light are breathtaking, there are other perspectives, if you so choose. 

/mjbanks

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