👁️Noided Book Club👁️Tonight we’ll be watching Penelope Spheeris’s “The Decline of Western Civilization, Part One”, a documentary chronicle of the Los Angeles punk scene of the 70s-early 80s.
@yellowparenti Was just talking about this with my book club people re: the hardcore punk scene and Henry Rollins. Formative article for me, read it when I was in high school. Thomas Frank also wrote a book called The Conquest of Cool which explores these ideas further, haven’t read it though.
There's a really good article about this called "Why Johnny Can't Dissent" which basically argues that any dissident or countercultural movement gets commodified and absorbed to serve capitalism
https://t.co/4BjyTQI8pZ
Howard Lutnick is a co-founder of the Thiel-backed streaming platform Rumble, who received $775m from Brock Pierce’s Tether, privately contracted Andrew Tate to “create content” for $6m a year, and whose former general counsel, Michael Ellis, became deputy director of the CIA.
Which doesn’t absolve Bush Sr. because he may have been aware of & endorsing the Reagan hit.
But then, surprise, it’s that flunky son of the family you’re intimately, financially connected with. So now we own your ass, here’s our agenda, don’t fuck it up.
I don’t believe it was Bush Sr. though. The Bush-Hinkley family connections were known and reported on. So it stands to reason that the people who MK’ed John Jr. and wanted Bush Sr. in the presidency, also wanted a way to potentially implicate/blame him as blackmail/control.
The CIA’s Dalai Lama CALLS OUT Courtney Love:
“Naming your band Nirvana…it’s just disrespectful as fuck […] And Courtney dosed me at some NXIVM retreat which sucked ass, I didn’t even get laid”
Courtney Love CALLS OUT Matt Johnson in new statement
"Naming your show that...it's just disrespectful as fuck [...] And that movie Operation Avalanche fucking sucks. "
(Source: @TMZ )
I searched a Gaza war crimes archive for my family.
I quickly realized I wasn’t using it the way most people would. I wasn’t browsing it as an activist, researcher or journalist.
I was looking for my family.
My heart sank as I filtered the archive by the dates we lost them and searched for someone I loved.
I found footage I hadn’t seen before of the bombing of the Church of St. Porphyrius, where my cousin Soliman was killed.
I searched for the day my great aunt Elham was murdered, and the day Nahida and Samar Anton were killed by Israeli snipers at the Holy Family Catholic Church.
Eyewitnesses told us Elham was crushed by an Israeli tank. I have graphic photographs of her body that were sent to me by church workers in Gaza, but I found no footage of what happened.
It made me wonder how many people died without leaving behind any visual record.
The realization stayed with me.
Here was a digital graveyard where pieces of my own family history are preserved for journalists, historians, truth seekers and, undoubtedly, those seeking to exploit or consume human suffering.
I know I won’t be the only person to experience this. Other Palestinians searching for loved ones almost certainly will too. But it struck me that this is a form of grief that could scarcely have existed before our time.
It’s a form of grief I never imagined could exist.