Open (More or Less) Post on Covid 86

[ecosophia]

As we proceed through the second year of these open posts, it's pretty clear that the official narrative is cracking as the toll of deaths and injuries from the Covid vaccines rises steadily and the vaccines themselves demonstrate their total uselessness at preventing Covid infection or transmission. It's still important to keep watch over the mis-, mal- and nonfeasance of our self-proclaimed health gruppenfuehrers, and the disastrous results of the Covid mania, but I think it's also time to begin thinking about what might be possible as the existing medical industry reels under the impact of its own self-inflicted injuries. 

So it's time for another open post. The rules are the same as before: 

1. If you plan on parroting the party line of the medical industry and its paid shills, please go away. This is a place for people to talk openly, honestly, and freely about their concerns that the party line in question is dangerously flawed and that actions being pushed by the medical industry et al. are causing injury and death. It is not a place for you to dismiss those concerns. Anyone who wants to hear the official story and the arguments in favor of it can find those on hundreds of thousands of websites.

2. If you plan on insisting that the current situation is the result of a deliberate plot by some villainous group of people or other, please go away. There are tens of thousands of websites currently rehashing various conspiracy theories about the Covid-19 outbreak and the vaccines. This is not one of them. What we're exploring is the likelihood that what's going on is the product of the same arrogance, incompetence, and corruption that the medical industry and its tame politicians have displayed so abundantly in recent decades. That possibility deserves a space of its own for discussion, and that's what we're doing here. 
 
3. If you plan on using rent-a-troll derailing or disruption tactics, please go away. I'm quite familiar with the standard tactics used by troll farms to disrupt online forums, and am ready, willing, and able -- and in fact quite eager -- to ban people permanently for engaging in them here. Oh, and I also lurk on other Covid-19 vaccine skeptic blogs, so I'm likely to notice when the same posts are showing up on more than one venue. 

4. If you don't believe in treating people with common courtesy, please go away. I have, and enforce, a strict courtesy policy on my blogs and online forums, and this is no exception. The sort of schoolyard bullying that takes place on so many other internet forums will get you deleted and banned here. Also, please don't drag in current quarrels about sex, race, religions, etc. No, I don't care if you disagree with that: my journal, my rules. 

With that said, the floor is open for discussion.

Comments

Re: On working on our bat signals....

[(Anonymous)]

An interesting read for sure, but I've found it quite depressing

YAY! HURRAH! HAZZAH! YIPPEE COW AYE YAY!

yes, like Naomi Wolf's last sketch book of reminding story postcards as reminders of the past few years that went by like a car accident, that loooong article enumerates the crimes of the tech influx on the real life feel and visuals heart and life of this town, tuskeegee jonestown san francisco, at the end of the 90s, and how the great big Nothing has eaten the world like acid. well before the pandemic!

now spend as long as you need BINGEING on seeing that everywhere in your daily life and interactions, everything you watch on screens... and how it's made EVERYTHING boring anodyne...


THIS IS SOME CREEPY MAGIC FO' SHO', wouldn't you say?
that any kind of logic or rationalizing could keep this going? madness long before now.

this is why i'm La Llorona, the crying lady, because i cannot whistle past its death. i don't want to travel EVER again if i don't have to, in order to not miss another minute of The Mission because it's been ravaged like a lone portapotty at a high school keg party.

and when you're good and bored and tired of being depressed about it... now, don't quit too fast and talk yourself out of sobbing through your own life... the payoff is too big because i'm finally KILLIN' IT right now with my art and the LAYERS... they're mad and some will got all none or some and i love that...

[years ago i re-did an image of the racing vincent on the salt flats and made a woman flying instead of a man... but now i've made her a monster lady superhero and she's flying away from the lizard man trying to zap her with needles UFOs and whatever and she's riding away in the desert and then the high heel that flew off her foot, goes and stabs the lizard man in the eye and the gato inspired cat art i'll do has a LIZARD tail elegantly out of his mouth. and i'm not using ANY words. "ungovernable" will be the prompt but i just don't like the WORD melodically or artistically-- visually. so no words except my own logo on bottom that will change]

so go beyond well beyond flinging yourself to the floor. even if you snap out of it mid-sob, keep going because you can always sorta apologize later but only for getting snot all over someone, otherwise keep it, and that alone is against all the grey...

realize all it takes is ONE well-timed, ONE well-positioned, ONE seriously incisive screaming or whispering LOVE LETTER or even ONE MORE QUESTION that you typically swallow...

that isn't hanging pendant lamps and white walls anywhere. YOU be the enchantment. it's not a holly hobby saying when you're embarrassed in public with snot running down your nose then realize alphaness is all well... a LOT of theatre... the theatre pushes you into new situations to play and roll out of well or if not go back and TRY AGAIN. if you screw up, own it and say so. it is also the form of connecting that goes against all the ubiquitious nespresso machines in airbnbs all over the world.

clashing colors clashing opinions and going back in to the unexpected THIRD WAY of real apology followed by long discussion where no one's evil or wrong... just misunderstood.

this is against the white walls and exposed wood beams of sameness.

there are no pats on the head and "good dog" on this side so know going in:

you will not be welcomed back you will not be ensured followers likes or thumbs ups... in fact let's jump past the lost loves jobs family members money social life prestige, hop over likely homelessness and eternal celibacy because you can't stand talking to anyone anymore much less want to get in someone else's even more tedious inner world.. and go right on over to getting exiled, culled from the herd...

go OPPOSITE.

because when you advertise yourself as a freak, others will find you, and that's how you survive and laugh deep long and hearty.

consider... what if? and that is specifically WHY i say flinging your chocolate-smeared body against the empty white canvas of life takes COURAGE, the courage of the feral half-insane misfit.

we're gonna screw up, we've never DONE THIS BEFORE. that's the point. that's the fun. we forgot because one bad move and you're toast in this insane financial set up we've got.

when it gets this way, what have you to lose in making things so you're a little less depressed? it cascades as a habit but not encouraged. what's why so many of us are HERE.

so find more freaks so we may make our own culture and hope to survive and be a star for your own new kin. we don't want leaded feet unable to soar. that's suicidally boring.

it's depressing yeah... AT FIRST. when you're feeling like a helpless child in the back seat on a trip you don't wanna be on and you think you'll finally be free when you grow up but growing up now, freedom equals death in this age of The Enclosure of The Human...

i'll speak for myself. i feel trapped until i realiz(ed) and continue to be reminded how EASY it is to up end ALL THIS just by...

turning away and not playing along.


BUT your reaction is on the spectrum of an active artistic visionary response if you don't try to smile past the horror that you are keeping that way with your complicity to comply and deaden yourself because IT IS A HASSLE to go work out with your friends and end up banned from all YMCAs for crying and not dutifully leaving so's not to make a SCENE... a mess.

i'm calling all SCENE MAKERS.

WHEN YOU FINALLY STOP TALKING THINKING SO MUCH AND GO BEYOND THE IDEAS THOUGHTS WRITINGS AND ACT OR "DO" AS AN ARTIST BUILDER CREATOR, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO BE DEPRESSED UNLESS IT'S JUST A HABIT LIKE HEROIN TO KNOCK YOU OUT AND HAVE SOMETHING TO BLAME IT ON.

and i'd BET YOU anything that once you're sick of depression and look at how this flagrant shameless audacious MEDIOCRITY has taken over KPOO or your own particular favorite radio station and all you love, then you'll see SPECIFICS begin to emerge and then you'll make either a fast confident stroke of color on your canvas, or a tentative chalk mark you can erase.

but it's how you BEGIN. go opposite. i'm reading a book on textile printing and it's a good professional one from the UK by Sue Westergaard, and she says something like: "don't worry that your ideas will all start out derivative, that's how it has to go before they become anything decent" and she's RIGHT!

i forgot! i wanna be original... but what IS original? and you can't just come up with something "new" and have it be grounded and mean anything to anyone. that's why the liberals have lost they minds.


so i was DEPRESSEd at how all my ideas were too derivative like most of the silkscreen art i see now: it looks like commercial artists selling commercial art meaningless holly hobby drivel akin to kitties in bowls of spaghetti saying "hang in there!"

i want to make art that works on the shallow instant level but seduce conversation and thought but also other artistic reaction in DOING because if i'm to do well economically, i will do better if i'm part of a thing.

i do not leave the herd to be truly alone. i leave the herd i was culled from and strive to make my own family. that's how i ended up here.

and that has begun here.

if the substack team had enough older gen x real people heading it, they'd cash in on all that has accidentally built up over there in the unreal and they could capture the real in terms of alternative ticketing or booking services.

this is a new underground. the canvas is blank. WHO ARE WE? what are we fighting FOR?

so as the artist, you take the depression the sand... and as Danny my grocer said, we take the sand and make PEARLS.

so take your depression but then see that article as a list to bookmark for ideas AGAINST that blue painting...

it is an invitation, she is BEGGING for new vision new STORIES...

they are BEGGING for a new vision.

so dare to do your version regardless of your former life's station. society's official thinkers poets artists writers and visionaries have let us down and shown themselves nothing but talk and fluff.

it's wide open white canvas of terror and excitement on the other side of your depression.

they're too weak. anything we leave up is really on our laziness fears and lack of vision.

i say this because i'm fearing that we're all entering a state of talk and theory after reading el gato's banking stuff that we can't do NOW. and also everyone's distrusting all the thinkers and it's a tv show and some are trying to already tear down Papa G and others and so i'm gonna try and fluff up the leaderless feral and mad to get working while everyone's freaking out and theorizing endlessly about how good it could be IF the government backed off politely and THEN we'd be really great... IF ONLY...

there are no longer "IF ONLY..." times.

nah. ain't gonna happen. beyond time for theory.

get good and SAD... go beyond depression to anger and then act and do opposite and see how it goes and where you get the response you want, even if it's just to break people down to get IN. i do that all the time. people think i'm sweet and happy slappy and will give love endlessly or something and take me for granted and i'm like OH NO NO NO...

the article is a gift for the SPECIFICS. prompts on how to get past fear of the white canvas of a new vision for life.

the embarrassment tends to go away when you realize: WHO ARE THEY? WHO IS ANYONE? to tell you how to be or act?

x

erika

Re: On working on our bat signals....

[(Anonymous)]

It's all like an episode of Black Mirror.

I find John Steppling's blog/journal has some excellent insights of such socio-political-aesthetic concerns.

You want blah? The poetry scene in this big city is (of course, woke) but aside from that QUITE like a new car lot.

Re: On working on our bat signals....

[(Anonymous)]

thank you for offering up John Steppling's name. i've never heard of him and this is so exciting finding new minds in the arts about where we are NOW. this is quite beautiful in all the carnage. i guess we had to have our heads in guillotines before we'd ourselves pay attention.

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