the left should start using stories like these.

let's applaud these people who are killing themselves for capitalism

lets not condemn them, let's clap.

#sacrificeyourselfforcapitalism

#socialism?overmydeadbody!

i died so the rich could have another vacation home? what sacrifices have YOU made for the market?

etc.

i'm deadly serious.

let's stop trying to convince these people of the good that they don't want. let's accelerate their death drive and make them OWN it.

after all, we're all COMMUNIST NAZI ISIS TRAITORS who deserve to be murdered or at least thrown in jail.

if you want to destroy the epa and die slowly of agonizing cancers the republicans are ready to oblige. so LET'S MAKE THESE FUCKERS LIVE UP TO THEIR IDEOLOGY. everytime they try and puss out and make compromises with liberalism, demand that they go further.

#killyourselfforcapitalism

it's all your own free choice after all, because of free will. we're not materialists! that's evil commie science!

#betterdeadthanred

^^ i like the idea

since goobers are all about "patriotism"

capitalism = USA = give your life for the market

hurry up & make the ultimate sacrifice

we'll wrap yr coffin in a flag

the coffin will be a rental though cuz soylent green is people

yes, fuck those voters. I am tired of worrying about the less fortunate that don't give a shit about anyone else. I'd rather have a family from Syria next door to me than the Republican lumber baron I do have.

yeah but guys don't you remember, for every working class voter we lose we gain 2 moderate republicans in the suburbs.

seriously tho ameribros, you tried your best, take a rest and relax. you deserve it. no shame in being defeated by the deliberately impossible obstinacy of idiots.

me... i just want a range life


heil trump y'all.

hes going nucular isnt he?

say hello to sun ra everyone

Whatever fucks your chuck.

Did anyone order a "Nazi Trumps Fuck Off" t-shirt yet?

http://www.alternativetentacles.com/...VgBq8DnrY4raFA

Funny you should mention this, as I'm waiting for the "shirt design revivals coming in the new year because it just seems like a good time for Youth Against Fascism tees", as promised on http://www.sonicyouth.com/main/ ...

Rhythm of the Clicks

William Bogard

One consequence of Trump is the dismal media rhythm his presence generates. And by dismal, I mean sad in the way Spinoza describes a debilitating encounter, one that wipes out your energy, anything left of your capacity to affect and be affected. The numbness we feel from our brutal encounter with Trump in the media has nothing to do with propaganda, or ideology, or what it all means. It’s about a sad rhythm, an anti-rhythm actually, that emanates from a void whose name is Donald Trump. Only afterward does the problem of its meaning arise.

Despite his nullity, Trump knows how to generate a steady stream of clicks. He is the maestro of clicks, a tap lesson in digital publicity. How does a nullity become seductive? Why is everything onscreen about Trump despite the fact that there is nothing to him? Is it trompe (trump?)-l’oeil? In trompe-l’oeil, Baudrillard writes, “objects are not objects. They do not describe a familiar reality, as does a still life. They describe a void, an absence… These are not mere extras displaced from the main scene, but ghosts that haunt the emptiness of the stage. Theirs is not the aesthetic appeal of painting and resemblance, but the acute, metaphysical appeal of the real’s abolition… Trompe-l’oeil does not seek to confuse itself with the real. Consciously produced by means of play and artifice, it presents itself as a simulacrum. By mimicking the third dimension, it questions the reality of this dimension, and by mimicking and exceeding the effects of the real, it radically questions the reality principle.”[1]

Trump the clickable, though, has none of the seductiveness of trompe-l’oeil, none of its play or questioning. The absence he evokes is haptic, not visual. What vanishes is not the depth of the real, its third dimension, but its temporality. Trump approaches the zero degree of rhythm. In fact, what passion he generates is for the end of rhythm, and the controlled end of time generally. Trump creates no intensive differences of his own, no immanent flux of time. With Trump, there are only series of clicks, each series like the last and the next.

A rhythm is a distribution of singular and ordinary points that vary in intensity. Rhythms have differences in accents, different pressures. They contract and release. There are spasms, they have a pulse (Trump likes to mock spasms). In the Haka of the Maoris, the collective rise and fall of pounding feet embodies the exhilaration and ecstasy of lines of flight. It sways and dips between highs and lows. Trump rhythms have none of these seductions. Do they even rise to the level of a beat, let alone a rhythm? They surface on the black hole of our screens and invest every encounter, every touch, with a noisy noise. The Trump effect is one of numbing loudness, noise trying to break through noise. It lacks even the suggestion of a groove. It hasn’t the barest rhythm’s improvisational energy, just the cold, calculated oversupply of clicks. Tap tap Trump, click Donald, tap swipe Trump click… There he is again! Click, tap. That’s what we’ve become these last two years. Caught up in the sad botlike beat of a line you can’t even dance to. The encounter with Trump in the media is soulless, boring work, like data harvesting, like having to click your way through spam. Each mindless click drags us further into the void, into the scam, but click we do anyway, drawn by a fascination with the onscreen destruction of time.

With Trump, the negation of the negation produces no synthesis, nothing new. It is all overkill, over-production. He surfaces here, there, he is everywhere. He knows nothing of the art of disappearance. He says this or that, whatever he says, he says, retracts, says again. He tweets. We click. He tweets some more. Although it is so stupifyingly ordinary, it has the weird semblance of a rhythm, and perhaps because of this, it also has the semblance of an affect, equally strange. We connect to digital screens haptically; they are like the old drum machine pads people used to tap to create new digital beats. Each tap crossed rhythmic lines that, until they intersected, were only virtual. And those machine taps generated an actual rhythm. Like all rhythmic encounters, our encounters with surfaces and screens have the potential to be happy or joyless. We create rhythms from what we are given in the encounter. If what we are given feeds our experience and sense of intensive time, the effect can be seductive and beautiful. Today we are given Trump, simulator of rhythm, master of the empty beat, destroyer of time. Clicking on that is something even beyond sad.

he's having a fucking press conference right now

i don't wanna listen to it because i'm sick and tired of his fucking voice

i'll read a written excerpt later, after his main witch goes on tv to explain how he didn't mean what he said so we shouldn't worry about it

Twitler speaks

here's the full text, annotated

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/...anscript-215pm

eta: it's very fucking hard to read all that repetitive self-congratulatory bullshit

Sessions, Tillerson and Trump, all in one day. At one point, I had three windows open and bounced between them. Then I threw up.

Had to stop the Trump one. Yeah, I just can't even look at him.

I've learned: Sessions is slightly less purely evil than I once thought. But Tillerson is more so.

I've had to turn away from any video or audio recordings or Trump. It's just more than my frayed nerves can stand at this point.

Since shortly after the election, I've been on a print-only diet of Trump Pudding, including online publications of course. I find you only have to wait a few minutes for the latest rant, masturbatory self-aggrandizing statement or blatant denial of facts/manipulation of information to be available in a "read-only" format.

I know this thread has really cooled off in the last 4-6 weeks, but maybe you've noticed that I have been conspicuously absent. All I can say is: It's not a great time to work in the media. Even at the local level, there's a fear in the air about what his estrangement from the truth, and penchant for criticizing and attempting to discredit legitimate journalists, will mean for our profession. Also, even at the local level, he gets at least three to five headlines a day.

Is anyone still holding out hope that he might be a "good guy" in disguise? This really isn't about republicans and democrats anymore. It's about a hostile takeover of not only our government, but our way of life and our perceptions of reality. And because Trump zealots love Trump with the kind of unquestioning loyalty nornally reserved for sports teams and pop stars, very few are coming to the realization that they may have made the wrong call.

Bad times, friends.