Overload. Screams. Cries. Ravaged hair pulling. Accelerator locked on. Chain stuck to rear axle. Wheel smoking. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
In comes the demolition ball of emotional cruelty. Compassion denied by the consumer mind. The emptiness bought into that entails the demand to embody the impossible rational economic subject. No feeling possible. To hear another’s cries brings out pangs of jealously. Smash the victim down!
I cannot feel so you may not.
I dare not feel so I will deny yours.
That which we refuse in ourselves we are least likely to allow in others.
The Tories are trying to eradicate the welfare state according to the Hayekian neo-liberal plan. And to do that they need people whose fore-fathers fought for it to hate it.
As Malcolm X said “If you believe the papers, you will soon start hating the oppressed and loving the oppressors”
And so the media onslaught began.
Love? Give it short shrift.
Empathy? A code word for communism!
Someone suffering? let them know it’s all their own fault. It cannot be any other way.
The market dictates. There is no alternative. Put up or shut up!
Pay your rent! It’s the century of rentierism.
The exceptional complaint, the only complaint allowed, being the right to complain about others complaining.
It is the order. It is the state of exception.
All resistance is required to be channelled through conspiracy theory.
Resurrecting the old anti-semitic 1930′s Nazi propaganda of the New Order, rearing its ugly head again. The new illuminati, the new Elders of Zion.
Stick it up your 23. Push your skirt down. Girls in short skirts are asking to be raped. Blame the victim society.
Fuck Wilson give me Burroughs. Cut up, mash up, scars down my arm.
Watch me bleed.
It hurts. But you are not allowed to feel the pain. Cut yourself from feeling, for feeling, forbidden rights, forbidden expression. Forbidden truths. All pain must be visible and tangible. All scars in plain sight.
Disability only exists in the image of a wheelchair. Only immediately apparent impairments are acceptable.
It is necessary to collude in the destruction of the welfare state. In the destruction of our own job security. Our own living wage.
Only what is on TV truly exists. Only the simulacra counts.
If you’re not working you are subhuman. If you do anything other than watch TV at night, your too up yourself.
Daleks exterminated. We deny.
Deny it! Deny it! Deny it!
Others’ pain reminds us of our own. The pain we do not allow ourselves to feel.
Healing oneself is forbidden. It’s being too up yourself.
First Blood, the only decent Rambo film, a tale of how a community refused Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and the inevitable consequences.
My mind is a machine gun. My pain the bullets.
Why shoot me? All I did was deny you.
Refused acknowledgment. Denial of recognition. Failure to provide solidarity. Isolation. Destruction.
Only negative solidarity remains. Banding together to fight those who resist our repression. Who bear their pain.
Demon! Out! I name thee Repression!