Playing
Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention
OVER-NITE SENSATION
EMIL CIORAN
In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
Shout out the fucking third-party voters and the 90 million eligible Americans who REFUSED to vote.
“We always have to obey the laws, but we also have homegrown criminals that push people into subways, that hit elderly ladies on the back of the head with a baseball bat when they’re not looking, that are absolute monsters. I'd like to include them in people to get out of the country. They're as bad as anybody that comes in. We have bad ones too. I'm all for it."
FLANNERY O'CONNOR
“The River”
While he preached, Bevel’s eyes followed drowsily the slow circles of two silent birds revolving high in the air. Across the river there was a low red and gold grove of sassafras with hills of dark blue trees behind it and an occasional pine jutting over the skyline. Behind, in the distance, the city rose like a cluster of warts on the side of the mountain. The birds revolved downward and dropped lightly in the top of the highest pine and sat hunch-shouldered as if they were supporting the sky.
ABHIJIT NASKAR
Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood
“Sonnet 1984"
Government IDs are just ankle monitors, issued
to tag citizens like dogs, or I should say, apes.
There can be governments without constitution,
but there is no government without surveillance.
When you elect a so-called representative,
you're officially signing your life to them.
Don't be naive enough to think otherwise,
and then yell about human rights violation.
Violation of citizen rights is right of the government,
it's the unspoken rule of the handbook of democracy.
Once in a blue moon you may get a benevolent government,
but 9 times out of 10 you'll end up under an autocracy.
A freethinking citizen is contradiction in terms,
no good to the grand design of democratic dictatorship.
Democracy in books is, for the people, by the people,
democracy on street is rule of the apes in a land of sheep.
GEORGE CARLIN
Something is wrong here. War, disease, death, destruction, hunger, filth, poverty, torture, crime, corruption, and the Ice Capades. Something is definitely wrong. This is not good work. If this is the best God can do, I am not impressed. Results like these do not belong on the résumé of a Supreme Being. This is the kind of shit you'd expect from an office temp with a bad attitude.
And just between you and me, in any decently-run universe, this guy would've been out on his all-powerful ass a long time ago. And by the way, I say "this guy", because I firmly believe, looking at these results, that if there is a God, it has to be a man.
No woman could or would ever fuck things up like this. So, if there is a God, I think most reasonable people might agree that he's at least incompetent, and maybe, just maybe, doesn't give a shit, which would explain a lot.
April 10, 2025 - ICE Twitter post declaring ideas can enter a country illegally and the spreaders of ideas can be stopped (disappeared). The cross is no an accident. It's a dog whistle to christians for purification and extermination. Half a million views in the first 30 minutes.
They're not even trying to be subtle.
GEORGE ORWELL
1984
Whether he wrote DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER, or whether he refrained from writing it, made no difference. Whether he went on with the diary, or whether he did not go on with it, made no difference. The Thought Police would get him just the same. He had committed — would still have committed, even if he had never set pen to paper — the essential crime that contained all others in itself. Thoughtcrime, they called it. Thoughtcrime was not a thing that could be concealed forever. You might dodge successfully for a while, even for years, but sooner or later they were bound to get you.
WANG WEI
“My Cottage at Deep South Mountain”
In my middle years I love the Dao
and by Deep South Mountain I make my home.
When happy I go alone into the mountains.
Only I understand this joy.
I walk until the water ends, and sit
waiting for the hour when clouds rise.
If I happen to meet an old woodcutter,
I chat with him, laughing and lost to time.