FTX is the crypto company through which an alleged $40M of American taxpayer money made it to Ukraine, into cryptocurrency, and back to the Democratic National Committee’s coffers, allegedly. The short-lived company has collapsed and their mishandling of billions of dollars has been exposed.
FTX announced its implosion two days after our midterms.
The company’s co-founder and face, Sam Bankman-Fried, said that he “didn’t want to do sketchy stuff,” and called his own moral posturing during promotion campaigns—in support of causes that are currently popular on the Social Left, of course—nothing but “this dumb game we woke Westerners play.”
(I wonder what he thinks of his mother’s own fundraiser, Mind the Gap, titled for the gender pay gap I still cannot find any data to support (only data to debunk). Are there any causes popular on the Left now that don’t explicitly divide us into identity tribes arguing over ill-defined or nonexistent problems?)
The title of Bankman-Fried’s own philanthropic org is Guarding against Pandemics. Gotta posture where the money is. Did y’all know Biden has said he’ll veto Congress’s already belated decision to rescind the state of emergency declared for the covid pandemic? Didn’t he say two months ago that the pandemic is over?
(Yes. Yes, he did. So who told him it shouldn’t be?)
Speaking of the Bidens, the media sources I used to trust without question just discovered the story they and the Democrat Party and about fifty former intelligence officials who hate Trump all knew would have decided the presidency had it come out when the NY Post broke it a few months before the 2020 election: the laptop containing evidence of high crimes that Hunter Biden left at a repair shop, as a fortunate son’s desperate cry for help or because of a subconscious desire to expose the hidden world of corruption he has lived his entire life in.
Along with FTX’s financial shenanigans, the laptop is just another fraying thread—like the Panama Papers or Jeffrey Epstein’s black book of clients—that if pulled might just unravel the facade around us, so it won’t be.
Let’s turn now to the range of apologies and explanations, the explosion of punishments and corrections from our media, realizing that they covered up our century’s biggest scandal with another seemingly coordinated claim that it was Russian influence, and not them, who determined a presidential election:
(cricket, cricket)
Oh well, at least we’ll never investigate Epstein’s network either. Where is that black book, by the way?
(Gone. It’s gone.)
Our latest entry into our list of bills with orwellian titles, the Illinois “SAFE-T Act” was just passed into law, depriving judges of their discretionary power to detain accused persons (for reasons such as gang affilliation or likelihood of further immediate criminality) and replacing it with a complex set of considerations analysts are hoping will be clarified by January 1st, when it goes into effect.
The change that most worries me most is the bill’s requirement for an accused person to present a “specific, real and present” threat to an identified person for that accused person to be considered too dangerous to release before trial.
That means if, say, someone has a penchant for running people over with his SUV, but there is no identified person whom he is specifically suspected to try to run over this weekend, then no one can decide to hold him without bail.
So, if, say, he might run over just anybody, like even his babymama, or if, I don’t know, there’s a certain race he might target for vehicular mass murder, but not an identified person, then prosecutors would not be able to demand his detention or even that a bail be set.
So Illinois will be the first state to implement robot police dogs.
(Y’all really don’t see what’s coming, do you?)
Some more quick predictions: Sex transition surgeries for minors will be banned in twenty states; the next presidential election will see double the black female vote and triple the black male vote for the Republican candidate; and no one will go see Will Smith’s new movie.
“I’z a slave,” is probably not a quote from the movie, but it might as well be… a deliberately calculated distraction and expurgation of the uniquely terrible example of toxic masculinity Smith displayed before the world at the Oscars this year, when he transferred onto Chris Rock’s face the aggression he represses from the indignity of still being in a marriage with his private-life-filming, son’s-best-friend-sleeping-with, talking-about-herself-in-the-third-person-during-interviews, untalented, bald wife.
I still love Rock’s reaction: his determination to keep the formal event everyone had gathered for going, despite the insult, and his unwillingness to speak with that disingenuous narcissist afterward. (Check the renewal-green lighting of this sorry-but-not-really video, attempt.) Rock even stopped himself, after Smith returned to his seat, from finishing what was obviously a sharp diss about to come out his mouth.
And he swallowed his pride for the sake of everyone else there, and for everyone who would have heard about it. That’s how a real man behaves. (Pay attention, Jaden.)
(… Oh man, that was cold. I’m sorry, Jaden. I just looked up how often you tried to separated yourself from that whole mess. See, this is why I shouldn’t be talking about people’s families or other personal relationships when I’m not privy to what’s really going on…
Yeah. I just now realized this fixation of mine on Will Smith’s Oscar slap, the trauma of watching America’s most-loved actor show our nation and black men especially as regressive and violent and unworthy of civilization itself, actually comes from a deeper trauma that still doesn’t get acknowledged: the pernicous destructiveness and abusive toxicity of terrible women. Just look at Will Smith’s body language in this short clip of Jada Pinkett’s invasiveness and condescension. Listen to his vocal tone.
And Jada calls his pain “foolishness,” and still posts her demeaning violation of his privacy, as a domination she’s just compelled to share with strangers.
I feel you, Jaden. You were great in both The Pursuit of Happyness and as the new Karate Kid, by the way. Hope you and Willow stay clear till that mess implodes.)
Will Smith and Jada soon-to-be-just Pinkett aren’t alone in their inability to take responsibility for themselves. The Atlantic just published an article requesting “pandemic amnesty,” meaning mass forgiveness for all those who for whatever silly reason, got the facts and policies about covid all horribly wrong.
The article is so incoherently written, I don’t have half the hand-strength to break down all the signs of mental disturbance in it. Maybe I will in video. I mention it here only to give it my personal nomination for the biggest self-tell ever written. It would be suicidal folly on the part of the human species to accept this cravenly offered olive branch, tho I can think of an appropriate place for the author to shove it.
(See the first essay I posted on this Substack if you really want to know my opinion about whether we should just forgive and forget. Or have your unlistening friends and family members who were frightened into their own incoherence read it.)
Gays Against Groomers (appropriately abbreviated “GAG”) is the only group representing what I know to be a widely shared response from LGBT folk to the new trend of exposing young children to baudy dancers and age-inappropriate discussion of sexual expression: the vomiting reflex.
The group was suspended from Twitter a while ago, around the same time they were denied payment services by PayPal and Venmo, probably because my awesome, totally uncorrupted media called them an anti-trans hate group! A bunch of queers just trying to disassociate queerdom from weirddom! Have I mentioned I haven’t used PayPal in thirteen years?
(PayPal is the payment company nearly every online business is forced to use and hates. Venmo is PayPal’s experimental scion, a money-sharing app that tried to make personal finances a social event. Why use either? Exactly.)
In a recent video posted on their Twitter account—now active again—one spokesperson for GAG claims that, "the LGBT community has been hijacked by radicals who want to sexualize children."
Coincidentally but totally unrelated, Balenciaga left Twitter after it was known that Elon Musk was going to buy it. They may have already shot their recent, disturbing, child-centered ad in which small girls hold teddy bears in kink bondage wear.
If you think I’m being influenced by some right-wing prudish interpretation of the images, view them yourself (if you dare). One teddy, hanging from a cord a five-year-old-looking girl is holding, wears porn-style eye makeup and a padlocked choker. Gag.
Just to sneak in the acceptance of such, the same photo shoot included the corner of a Supreme Court decision regarding virtual child pornography. I really, really wish I were joking.
I have long struggled with what I think society should to do with non-offending pedophiles, ever since a visiting criminal pedophile informed one of my high school Sociology/Psychology classes that people like him had a 50% recidivism rate.
“Then why should we let you out?” I asked, twice, interrupting our brave visitor’s talk.
I was eventually asked to leave the classroom, but the issue has nagged at me since. Before ever hearing of the notion of virtual child porn I had thought of it as a therapeutic or a proxy for these obviously sick people. I wondered if porn cartoons of CGI… I can’t even say what… plus some psychological therapy could be used to help cure pedophiles or at least deter them from offending.
I would even respect those who made the decision at Balenciaga—whoever they are—for broaching the subject, if they had done so with some edgy artistic risk like just having that Supreme Court decision peeking into view. But they wanna depict a little girl lying face down on a couch with wine glasses next to her and couple bondage teddy bears and then try to act like our century’s Larry Flynt. Gag.
Wanna hear another ducking of accountability? The child porn problem that had been plaguing Twitter for years just disappeared. Funny how all those communications and administrative staffers couldn’t figure out how to stop it, but when they left it left too.
So I’m gonna have to add Balenciaga to my growing list of companies I’ll never buy from. I was so looking forward to my first-ever pair of $600 slippersneaks.
I didn’t find the 2020 election suspicious (except the Pennsylvania part). I believed Trump’s ex-friends and attorney general and vice president when they said there was no evidence of voter fraud rising to the quantity it could possibly affect the vote. The midterms hackled me tho, after noticing more than one state election was decided by slowly counted mail-in ballots.
Predicted by former news anchor Kari Lake to be very likely to be fraudulent, Arizona’s vote in particular saw a strangely common ballot-reading problem [7:55] that generated so many public complaints the Arizona AG started an investigation into the dysfunction.
Kari Lake has still not conceded the election [3:09]. The purported winner of the Arizona gubernatorial race, Katie Hobbs, who appeared with a black woman holding a black infant behind her [3:45] probably because she was found to have unfairly paid a certain black employee significantly less than other staff, did not recuse herself from her duties as the state’s chief election official. Why not?
To be fair, I think Hobbs is probably innocent of the racial discrimination. I believe accounts of the black employee’s lack of work ethic and regular failure to come to work at all, as they were shared by several of her coworkers. I also highly doubt Democrat women would ever pay a black woman less without good reason. (Except maybe that disgusting racist Democrat city council president in LA.) That might be why even the Republican-controlled congress in Arizona hasn’t released the $353k awarded to her. Most people who have to earn money to eat still can’t speak out against our pandemic of race-hustling, but the silent nonparticipation has begun.
I’ll repeat my concern as a young man, when I was driving around the guys from Black Box Voting to interviews with the indy media who would interview them: There is no reason to have voting machines that do not print perpetually verifiable ballots, except to steal elections.
The woke-language-appropriating president of Albania, who is ridding his own land of organized criminals, via his participation in the EU’s punishment of the UK for trying to be sovereign again by shipping thousands of economic migrants per week to Britain’s unconsenting shores, remains apparently unaware of the contradiction between his nation’s “safe country” status and his calling his emigrants “asylum seekers.” Well, he calls them that in the Western press anyway.
Christopher Wray, the director of our now widely distrusted FBI, has finally voiced concern about the communist bully state’s exerting of their insidious transnational influence here in the United States. The FBI just keeps catching Chinese agents surveilling, harassing, and threatening people. Wray publically requested Chinese dissidents living here legally and chinese Americans to report any harassment or surveillance—such as bugs planted in their vehicles—to the FBI.
(Report it to several media outlets first. We desperately need you to participate more, cousins, but you know as well as I that the extent of their infiltration is not yet known. And our FBI be actin’ funny these days… and most the earlier days. Ooh, see MLK FBI.)
Despite all the stunning silence where there should be a nationwide roar for accountability, and other worrying signs that the temporary blindness of the spellbound will continue, I have faith in the people of the country that regularly surprises history. My former political party is selling nothing but fear, and Americans are becoming too broke to buy it.
More inspiring than the slow awakening here, Iranians are spreading their protests to every part of Iranian life. And they are still chanting “Death to the dictator,” letting the mullahs there know, like the mullahs here should, they can’t keep blaming America.
The women and girls chant, “zan, zendegi, azadi!” meaning woman, life, freedom
(or the original in Kurdish, “jin, jiyan, azadi!” meaning women, life, freedom)
Most inspiring are the Chinese, who are facing the most brutal, most dehumanizing, most nonsensical and shamefully abusive treatment I have ever seen, and their response is to become deathless—not quite as deathless as Iranians when they resist, but in even greater number. (Check out the bad bitch at 8:15, and please share this footage compilation.)
So thanks for giving me a reason to be grateful, hopeful, and humble before history, those of you who suffer real oppression. You remind me that humans have always found ways to end injustices that once seemed unstoppable. Today is when I ritualize my estrangement from my family, in mental or emotional catharses, depending on the year’s effect on me, and this year I’m watching proof from several parts of our species that those who would guide our understanding of what’s possible, removed from the common man and always faithless in our potential, always underestimate us.
Having recently injured my hands working them too hard in refrigerated warehouses (I promise I’ll still finish my Rittenhouse essay!), I’ve decided I should start a channel dedicated to that faculty of our shared consciousness that has been lacking in the West for the past few years: our collective imagination.
Is that because nobody reads anymore, and the only way to reach most people now is with video?
Is it because YouTube and Rumble are better ways to promote my stratagem for solving most our problems, which I believe is informed consumerism?
Is it because I want bullies and slippersneaks to see the look in my eye when I punish them with my razorsharp insight into their pathetic psyches?
No. It’s because I’m trying to stay in the moment, and in this moment, my thumbs hurt.
Happy Thanksgiving. Do not be forgiving the unrepentent unless they go full Robbins. Even then, never forget the danger their weakness presented.