NEWS: Upcoming courses at Cambridge University:
* Strategic Ambiguity as Epistemic Labour: How to Weaponise Unintelligible Jargon for Maximum Funding Allocation
• The Political Economy of Grant-Writing Trauma: Performative Victimhood, Intersectionality Metrics, and the Extraction of Taxpayer Money from Whitehall
• Decolonising the Spreadsheet: Settler-Colonial Logics of Budget Justification and the Queer Art of Inflating “Impact” Metrics for UKRI Bids
• Soft Power through Hard Nonsense: Affective Labour in Peer-Review Panels and the Necropolitics of Rejecting Non-Woke Proposals
• From Abstract to Abstract: Recursive Circles of Meaninglessness as a Methodology for Securing Multi-Year Government Funding Streams
• Pronouns, Pivot Tables, and Public Money: Gender Fluidity as a Funding Multiplier in Horizon Europe and Domestic Research Council Applications
• The Ontology of the Unfundable: How to Reframe Complete Intellectual Vacuity as “Urgent Interdisciplinary Research” Worthy of Taxpayer Subsidy
• Algorithmic Virtue-Signalling: Training Large Language Models to Generate Endless Streams of Grant-Ready Bullshit for the Modern Academy
can’t fit you in, I’m afraid. I’m currently serving as the first non-binary, neurodivergent, fat-positive, anti-colonial, plant-based Research Fellow of Lived Experiences for the Intersectional Collective of Historically Marginalised Subatomic Particles. My three-year term involves decolonising the periodic table, holding restorative justice circles for every electron that has ever been oppressed by a nucleus, and issuing formal land acknowledgements before every equation. After that I’ve accepted the role of Supreme High Priestess of Queer Theory for Inanimate Objects, where I’ll be helping chairs and lamp posts process their generational trauma from being sat on by cis-het furniture. Plus I’ve got a standing engagement to swim the Channel twelve times while towing a floating safe-space for microaggressed plankton and raising eleventy billion pounds in reparations for the emotional labour of the Atlantic Ocean itself. Terribly sorry, the fellowship simply isn’t inclusive enough of my 47 overlapping identities.
can’t fit you in, I’m afraid. I’m currently serving as the first non-binary, neurodivergent, fat-positive, anti-colonial, plant-based Research Fellow of Lived Experiences for the Intersectional Collective of Historically Marginalised Subatomic Particles. My three-year term involves decolonising the periodic table, holding restorative justice circles for every electron that has ever been oppressed by a nucleus, and issuing formal land acknowledgements before every equation. After that I’ve accepted the role of Supreme High Priestess of Queer Theory for Inanimate Objects, where I’ll be helping chairs and lamp posts process their generational trauma from being sat on by cis-het furniture. Plus I’ve got a standing engagement to swim the Channel twelve times while towing a floating safe-space for microaggressed plankton and raising eleventy billion pounds in reparations for the emotional labour of the Atlantic Ocean itself. Terribly sorry, the fellowship simply isn’t inclusive enough of my 47 overlapping identities.
George Orwell: It began unobtrusively, almost politely. A post here and there disappeared—quietly, without explanation or ceremony. An article was removed from circulation, then another. Each absence was small enough to be dismissed, each deletion subtle enough to avoid resistance. Nothing was announced; nothing was debated. Silence, after all, rarely provokes outrage.
In time, the pattern became more ambitious. A full news outlet vanished from the public sphere. Care was taken, of course. This particular outlet had permitted voices that questioned authority, and that alone made it dangerous. Yet its removal could not appear ideological. It had to be justified, reframed as a protective measure—necessary for public order, for social harmony, for the safety of children. History had shown that the public rarely resists when restrictions are presented as safeguards. People will surrender almost anything if they are told it is for their own good.
And so they did.
Freedom of expression was not seized in a single, dramatic act. It was eroded incrementally, diluted until it no longer resembled the right it once was. The public did not protest because they did not perceive the loss. What is taken slowly, invisibly, is rarely mourned. By the time the absence is felt, the language to describe it has already been censored.
What remained was a carefully managed narrative—one that served not the public, but the authority itself. Safety became the justification; control, the objective. And those who might have spoken out found that the space to do so had quietly, efficiently, and irrevocably disappeared.
The London Borough of Newham has transformed from 96.6% White British in 1961 to just 15.3% White British today.
All parts of London have seen their White British populations collapse.
Credit to @juice8882
@brian_armstrong Oh! I forgot to mention the insane electricity prices (so so crypto mining industry), punitive taxation of non-doms and a meaningful risk of being mugged, stabbed or abused if you leave your home (if you can afford one!)
@brian_armstrong You are welcome @brian_armstrong but sadly you are about a year too late. The crypto industry in the UK has relocated to Dubai and elsewhere thanks to insane taxes, lack of regulatory clarity and a generally hostile environment to entrepreneurial talent in the UK.
@stoolpresidente The crypto market was excited to see institutional flows and this is the inevitable result. It’s now a risk asset and thus risk-parity funds reduce exposure as risk increases and vice versa. It’s a shame, I enjoyed having a non-correlated asset in my portfolio!
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