A syncretic little troll-like fetish standing in for a real human being — apparently articulating fears and frustrations but actually a tacky bit of posable plastic shit pedalled as a panacea, masquerading as myth — all impotent roar and fury signifying, doing, nothing … to change anything.
It’s there to prop up and perpetuate the staus quo — a silent but deadly war on the rest of us, robbing us, poisoning our dreams and our world … actually killing us.
Fuck off back to whatever shithole you came from — I don’t mean the US, more the imaginary aryan nation of daddy’s German American Bund — you aren’t welcome here.
After all, I hail from, officially, the mental health shithole of this country — let’s hear it for Stockport and shitholes everywhere!
The sad and frightening thing is that this crappy Trulk might just as well be the raging Id of our own national psyche too.
Presiding over the Samhain Sabat, Baphomet the Piggy Banker. Sinister little fucker.
With sincere apologies to Eliphas Levi, oh and Goya for that matter … please don’t drop in for dinner tomorrow … then again, might be fun.
So you’ve conflated an Ikea piggy bank and a demon idol? … I guess you just had to be there.
If it was a crime to state the absolutely bleedin’ obvious, you’d have to close down all the universities and most of the mass media.
As someone almost said: “If you can’t do something original, do something right.”
He said in mitigation …
I was absolutely sure that this was going to be brilliant. I could see it in my mind’s eye: cold and quiet but steely and strong, angry with a set jaw. Succinct, forthright and sincere.
And it’s … OK.
John Heartfield would be ashamed of me.
Oh well … maybe one can be too obvious … no surprises.
Cheap credit helps us to unsee the decline of the West … capitalism can not deliver the goods with pirates scraping off whatever cream there is.
Stuff is about lifestyle and not life … it might as well be Soma.
Low productivity and limited resources, environmental degradation and an economy built on a shed load of low paid service jobs and a few high paid “wealth-creators” is a choice we make … in a few weeks time for fuck’s sake … but immigrants are what matter, unless of course they’re drowning because of our “humanitarian” wars and penny pinching nastiness, in which case they don’t. Prudence is what matters unless we’re handing over the state to asset-stripping gougers who will just make us pay and pay and will treat their employees as zombie zero-hours-wage slaves. The deficit is what matters unless it’s just a fucking pretext for robbing and disempowering us and enriching more parasites. And anyway, if I owned a house, I’d be rich … so I’m all right. Except I’m not …
and the things that we could be doing to make the world a better place, a fairer place, a kinder place, a warmer place, a more beautiful place are just too expensive — we cannot subsidise our souls but we can “invest” in our dividends. We must not be seduced by wishful thinking, we must reclaim the sensible middle ground … that is fast disappearing and is mean and narrow and selfish and hard … and full of fear too.
Fuck, I (almost) give up …
But not quite.
And Mr Warhol is not feeling the pressure I fear — but I try.
Planet Earth — Fossil Fire — it all has to stay in the ground and yet … our future (pensions et al) is invested in the paper value of the untapped assets of fossil fuel extractors and processors … and yet almost no-one will just say so.
The odds are, if you’re reading this you’re like me — in the privileged position of being fairly insulated from climate change, whether by geography or infrastructure capacity and adaptability.
We won’t suffer too much and neither will our children but it will devastate other parts of the world and kill people we’ve never met and their children … and eventually, at some point (“but not yet!”), the chickens will come home to roost.
The world’s junk food — both sustenance and poison.
Collectively, the 9 biggest oil producers in the world (Saudi Aramco, Gazprom, National Iranian Oil Company, Exxon Mobil, Petro China, BP, Royal Dutch Shell, Pemex and Chevron) pump out about 54 Million barrels each and every day.