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West World
Suspension of disbelief is a critical and mysterious quality of human consciousness required to fallow any story be it told around the campfire, in a novel or on the LCD screen. It is demanded in spades by the creators and writers of HBO's West World which portrays a world of the machine in all its post-modern glory and focuses, ironically on the subject of self-awareness. It's heady stuff and the show has a great production budget and very good acting to, like the theme park it documents, bring it all to life. I couldn't help thinking about the show and it's hapless "hosts" when Kanye West dropped by Trumps keep in midtown Manhattan this morning:
“We’ve been friends for a long time,” Mr. Trump told reporters. Asked what he and Mr. West talked about, he responded: “Life. We discussed life.”
Here is a meeting between Dr. Ford (Trump), Theresa (Hitlery) and Arnold/Bernard (Kanye) that perfectly sums up the 2016 election - watch:
Trump: "They cannot see the things that will hurt them... In a way their existence is purer that ours."
Hitlery: "You're a fucking monster."
Trump: "Am I?... You're the one who would destroy them and the intimacies were your idea."
Kanye: "I'm not one, I can't be. Kim. North. Saint."
Trump: "Shut down Kanye. You see, I do it all for the nooky. We have spared them feelings of anxiety, self-loathing and guilt. The Kanye's of this world are free - free under my control."
Everything is fine. Kanye is back online.
What did these two old friends talk about up in the TT this morning? It probably went something like this:
She was "sexy", but "too much hard work." I'm a regular Fox & Friends viewer (mostly in protest of the other insipid morning programs like Today and Good Morning America) so over the years I've gotten to know Gretchen Carlson pretty well. Stuck between Steve and Brian she always seemed a prudish scold with an irritating, self-righteous demeanor that I simply put up with because I figured some people in the Fox audience actually liked her persona. It was obvious that Steve and Brian did not, but they were stuck with her like so many talking heads and had to make the best of it - which they did. Besides, she was no worse than any of the other women on morning show TV - I mean, you're only going to find a certain kind of person to do this kind of work and that kind of person is the Gretchen Carlson kind. Then, one day, she was gone and replaced by Elisabeth Hasselbeck and the F&F ratings began to climb, and climb and climb - in two months view...
In the Techno-Fascist Imperium the "Holidays" festivities start on Columbus Day, when the Halloween candy pops up, and end New Years Day with college football Bowl games, black-eyed peas and collard greens. To be clear, the Imperium doesn't celebrate Columbus Day, au contraire, the Indigenous Peoples' Day psyop has been pushed hard by the IC for the past 50 years of failure but the candy... THE CANDY. This year's IPD got turned up to eleven when the colonizers of America's 51st state got kidnapped, raped and murdered by some indigenous maniacs on Sukkot 10/7 and, as a result, soured the festive '23 Holiday mood. Hey, we soldiered on, as it were, and kept on celebrating while the world burned: Halloween - Big for children and weirdos. Thanksgiving - Focus on God, country and family. Hannukkah - Jewish assimilation. Xmas - Santa Claus and gifts. Kwanzaa - Black Lives Matter. I'd call them Happy Holidays if it wasn't a neo-Nazi dog whistle to vocal...
In the spring of 2021 I had a near death experience when my Chevy Silverado loaded with 30 cases of wine was rear-ended at 50mph by a young lady who was texting-while-driving at 9:30 AM. Her Mercedes sedan flashed in my driver side mirror a moment before impact and that microsecond of awareness gave me just enough time to pull my foot off the break and jam the gas so when she plowed into my trailer hitch the impact met no resistance and launched my truck across the road and into the woods. I had stopped in the road, left blinker signaling, waiting for an oncoming pickup truck to pass and, by the grace of God, it did pass me just as the distracted driver in the mirror slammed into my flashing taillight. Everyone walked away from the crash with no serious injury but if the impact had transpired 2 seconds earlier it would have been a “Road Warrior” bloodbath of terror and death. When I stepped out of my vehicle and looked through the roadside trees I had miraculously missed hitting i...
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