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Twitter are a bunch of fucking cunts [2022)

I can’t post a god damn thing on Twitter right now.

Just all-of-a-sudden.

No notice.

No message that I’ve done anything wrong.

Just BAM: can’t post.

Anything.

At all.

So let me remind all you pricks: the same shit happening to Facebook is going to happen to Twitter.

And very fucking soon too!

Why did Facebook REALLY lose all that fucking money the other day?

Why?

Because of censorship.

I am so fucking censored on Facebook.

I have had this notice on my account for months that “my posts will be ‘temporarily’ moved lower in the news feed” because I repeatedly shared “misinformation”.

Right.

Sure.

I only have two fucking college degrees.

A bachelor’s and a master’s.

So I’m a big fucking misinformed citizen that Facebook needs to swat down.

But the worst part is this: the ban just keeps renewing.

Facebook has not successfully reeducated me from the error of my ways, so that 90 day suspension (where all my posts are made invisible) just keeps renewing with every bit of “misinformation” I share.

And you know what fucking really pisses me off?

They have my dad so censored that I can’t see ANYTHING he posts (unless it is a harmless, self-made meme).

My dad is 80 years old.

He worked hard all his life.

Served for four years in the U.S. Army.

He is a smart man.

Had an important job in nuclear weapons in the military.

Retired.

Pays his taxes.

Mows his lawn.

And is made totally invisible by Facebook.

Because he is a purveyor of “misinformation”.

Let me tell you about the time Twitter suspended me for four months without even telling me why (only to admit in an email that they had suspended me “in error”).

You know what happened during those four months?

A Presidential election.

And a Presidential inauguration.

EO13848.

Foreign election interference.

Who owns Twitter?

Was the Saudi influence purged??

Knowingly aiding foreign election interference.

18USC2381?

See…I just wanted to post a fucking Spotify playlist on my Twitter account.

And now Twitter has made me mad…and I have taken to my own site to post whatever the fuck I want.

So, politely, Paraga Agrawal and Vijaya Gadde and all those other fuckers can suck a massive donkey cock.

I hope they fucking go to jail for their bullshit.

They kicked the sitting President of the United States off their platform!

Trump is being a colossal dumbass right now with his moronic position on the COVID vaccines.

But it doesn’t change the fact that he was attacked and fucked over for four years by Twitter, Facebook, YouTube (Google [Alphabet Inc.]), and others.

Not to mention the Obama administration and the corrupt FBI that spied on his campaign.

Where is the justice for that?

Why is the FBI allowed to so egregiously break the law?

Where the fuck is John Durham?

This is all a bunch of god damn bullshit.

At least the Canadian truckers have balls.

So anyway…here is my playlist.

Featuring: Doja Cat, Lana Del Rey, Madds Buckley, The Living Tombstone, Flo Milli, The Stupendium, Lily Allen, Nelly Furtado, Timbaland, Freddie Dredd, Studio Killers, Lady Gaga, Ini Kamoze, and Salaam Remi.

It’s all the jams you hear on TikTok.

Songs like:

–“master of Minecraft”

–“when you gonna ditch that stupid [bitch] you got/it’s me you should be seeing”

–The Red Means I Love You

–“I have an idea [what’s your idea?]…your tears are what I look [live?] for”

–“family don’t like the way that I’m living/but they didn’t raise me so fuck they opinion”

–“honestly, did you not read the colony policy?”

–“fuck you very much”

–“I want you on my team [so does everybody else]”

–“damn, son…bitches want some…no, bitch: you fucking dumb”

–“I wanna ruin our friendship (we should be lovers instead)”

–“I wanna take a ride on your disco stick”

–Here Comes the Hotstepper

With a bunch of my songs thrown in–those songs of mine most closely related to the hip sounds I am hearing on TikTok (which, by the way, will also fail as an app because of censorship).

EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!!!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/24qsFU8UEX2gPxcQRGR1mw?si=2d5e5df69b2a4d7d

By the way, make sure to check out this account.

This young lady is the most talented content creator on TikTok.

I have watched all of her videos.

https://www.tiktok.com/@kandiesz?_d=secCgYIASAHKAESPgo8V2kktGr2LO2zYkozSvFfrLi7QBcBA2tjzP5hIg7FoIhjH3Z%2Fc4Ux2tDbPYTNQyNV2tSUDH2xw3VM4IXeGgA%3D&checksum=62f86dae35bf80ddafac8ddd72da57ee1301756e0c6b76171a8723c814379983&language=en&sec_uid=MS4wLjABAAAAtWGXDLws0twhtD0m3iRcQAvFqFfNtAm-fAsmYUND_Y2L9VwF3EqMn_DrjVpQ7Ux2&sec_user_id=MS4wLjABAAAAjRBhvUOzvjeRgIioLCXBqmtMM1jBnuD8Nqkas3mCF80u6_ZFSLjIQND3rOGUt8ld&share_app_id=1233&share_author_id=6896067169823654913&share_link_id=2CCF8203-B94C-4A36-9705-7396F76996EC&tt_from=more&u_code=dmf3eb785ai645&user_id=7049036971192239109&utm_campaign=client_share&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=more&source=h5_m&_r=1

-PD

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Ucho [1970)

A banned film.

From communist Czechoslovakia.

Party as nightmare (like O slavnosti a hostech).

But different.

Walls on all sides.

Claustrophobic.

As if Jeremy Bentham was tomorrow appointed head of the NSA.

From the single, centralized watchtower.

Stares out the embalmed ego of Bentham.

Auto-icon.

It’s just a skeleton stuffed with hay.  Dressed in Bentham’s clothes.

Like the panopticon.

A straw man prison.

Dear friends, I know of no film which conveys the horror of the 21st century.

Quite like this gem of resistance against totalitarianism.

This was the underbelly of communism.

The “evil empire” of which Reagan spoke.

His words seem funny today.  His unscientific, hypocritical words.

Because the Red Scare in the United States was typified by the same methods on display.

Here.

Surveillance.

Which I fear will not subside anytime soon.

Nor has this wave even crested.

“Mass surveillance doesn’t work,” Mr. Snowden wrote. “This bill will take money and liberty without improving safety.”

Finally The New York Times prints something worthwhile.

And even Hillary Clinton’s “History made.” ad can’t deflate the importance of Snowden’s words.

And so if you want to see the 12-tone paranoia of the communist “big brother” state (now that we are living in a “capitalist” big brother state), I would heartily recommend The Ear by director Karel Kachyňa.

It was banned for 19 years in Czechoslovakia.

Because it got real close to the truth.

It painted the communist party leaders as a bunch of jerks.

It portrayed the constant suspicion upon bureaucrats as a living nightmare.

The Ear.  Maybe some HUMINT at the party.

But largely this film deals with SIGINT (if author Jeffrey T. Richelson can be trusted).

The Ear deals primarily with what Richelson calls “clandestine SIGINT” in his book The U.S. Intelligence Community.

What we encounter in Ucho are “the oldest of these devices” (viz. “traditional audio surveillance devices”).

Wikipedia does a passable job outlining this area of inquiry in the article “Covert listening device”.

But dear friends…describing it so matter-of-factly does no justice to the strain which omnipresent surveillance puts on largely innocent people.

And therefore The Ear is a film which shows the psychological toll that governments exact when they make ethics secondary.

What we get from director Karel Kachyňa is the portrait of a society (his society) which assumes all citizens to be guilty until proven innocent.

This is ostensibly the opposite of the American system, but today’s Amerika is merely the other side of the coin:  same pervasion of surveillance (even if it is “capitalist”).

My hypothesis is that “free market” America has come to all-to-closely resemble the regimes it fought to defeat.  Those “victories”, then, were hollow.  We have appropriated the worst, most tortuous means of our past enemies.

But Kachyňa has another message for us in this masterpiece.

In such upside-down societies, promotion might be the worst form of punishment.

Beware, my coopted friends.

 

-PD

 

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Das Testament des Dr. Mabuse [1933)

This might be the one great key of the 20th century.

The skeleton key, so to speak.

We have one of the great directors of all time (Fritz Lang) laying out the operational details of criminal conspiracies.

But perhaps even more, we have the fine line between genius and madness which Hitler was beginning to toe.

It is important to note that Hitler was synonymous with the Nazi party.

He was their God, so to speak.

And yet it seems to me that Hitler was not particularly bright.

A fiery orator?  No doubt.

But not really a criminal mastermind.

No.  There were others.

Things were just getting going in 1933.

We…

become enthralled by intellect.

As our minds are stimulated, we sometimes lose track of any ethical grounding.

Which is to say, intellectuals are the most dangerous.

I would like to fancy myself an intellectual, but I will let the Order decide that.

Yes, dear friends…there is no other way to put it.

Fritz Lang, the prophet, is clearly delineating a criminal Order which would come to rule the world in the 20th century.

His message is far-reaching.

The methods outlined in Das Testament des Dr. Mabuse are perhaps most applicable today.

The 21st century (which began on 9/11/01).

Terror for the sake of terror.

Hidden-hand machinations.

The man behind the curtain.

It is no small detail.

Every detail drives Otto Wernicke to the brink of madness.

He is the portly J. Edgar of this affair.

In Wernicke’s case, his opposition are mad geniuses.

Literally mad.

Goethes of crime.

Rudolf Klein-Rogge sums up the problem.

Knowledge is inextricable from high-level criminal insanity.

Dr. Mabuse has studied too much.

And so he spools out reams of handwritten blather.

He reexamines language.

Hinting at post-structuralism.

Language, year 0.

Whirls and whorls and squiggles.

And slowly the comatose “brains” of the operation finds himself a new body.

Each one well-paid.  And each compartmentalized in their knowledge.

We must come back to Max Weber for this one.

A couple of times the word.  simuliert.

The prospect.

That he could be faking it.

Madness.  To avoid the punishment he deserved.

But it seems rather that the psychiatrists have been infinitely engrossed in the case histories of their patients.  [Which is to say in their patients themselves.]

The psychiatrists have the secrets of the 20th century.

And the science rolls on.

On the one hand, we have Ewen Cameron of Project MKUltra.

On the other we have Dr. Steve Pieczenik.

And it is at this point which we need to discuss the counterintelligence apparatus of the Order:  2-B.

It’s not Abteilung.  Something different.  Less significant.  But tasked with the dirty work.  The cleanup.

Mord.  Murder.  Nipping the stragglers.  There’s no leaving the Order.

And so is it any wonder that Goebbels (or Garbage, as Charlie Chaplin rechristened him) had Das Testament des Dr. Mabuse banned in Germany?

Why?

Because it gave away all the secrets.

The secrets of control.  Each level glued together by terror.

And the controlled chaos.  The buildup of addictions.  The incredibly farsighted chess game of our conspirators.

The reign of crime.  A lusty pronunciation.

Vs. a homicide detective wont to sing strains of Die Walküre here and there.

Germany split in two.

Soon enough.

And something as simple as a love letter.

When one least expects it.

Few films deserve the label masterpiece quite like this one.

 

-PD

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