Cleaning Up The Mess

Collapse is already here - it’s like watching the tower begin to crumble while standing at the bottom. Does that imagery feel familiar to anybody? I wonder what they will say in a thousand years’ time when they talk about the Twin Towers? These skyscraper buildings that you could barely see the top of even if you craned your head all the way back. That imagery was not an analogy. It was a symbol. A message, a clearly mapped point at the start of the new millennium.

Here we are 26 years in, and as I write this digital diary that has been so sorely neglected, I can’t help but think of the last 25 years in review. Never mind my own archive in writing and what it was I thought I should have been achieving somehow. Many things are still very confusing to me, and as I move through my life it becomes clearer that I don’t have the language. That I need more language. What I am told is going on is rarely what is actually going on, and well, I’m done doubting and questioning myself. I’m creating the language because otherwise I can’t speak. That’s been part of my challenge. I think that I am babbling when actually I’ve been forced down cognitive rabbit holes of confusion because nothing I see makes sense. True story. The explanations that people provide me with for their world view are largely self-serving. They need to maintain their narrative to justify their choices and morality. The idea that they are good people, making good choices, making the world a better place. From what I see, they need to uphold the agenda of empire. They need to maintain the position of power to maintain control. That control isn’t even of other people; it’s control of themselves. This realisation brings more than a few radical insights as I think about the Tower of Babel, which was not about the collapse of a tower at all; it was about the collapse of language. What does language truly mean in a world full of lies? Lies that have become confabulations.
Lies that are told honestly.

The beginning of each year is increasingly destabilising as I write to try to process world events for myself. Knowing that most likely the most sensible thing to do is turn off the receiver dial of any mass broadcast and focus on real humans. However, with the dawn of the internet superhighway, the internet has become my home, and within it I have my own global village of people that I am responsible to. 

I cannot keep up with the thoughts in my own head, the language that I need to describe what is happening in the world or indeed what has been happening to and in us as a result. I don’t know anybody that isn’t struggling. The people that I know that are doing well don’t seem to be capable of taking any real accountability for their actions and, more scarily, their beliefs in the closed-loop system of the Gaiasphere. It’s fucking scary to me how detached people are from physical reality and delusional about the end-game consequences.

Yet people look at me as if I am mad. People look at me as if I am a total fuck up, and what they can’t see is that I operate as the sinkhole of the consequences of right relationship if nobody else is willing to take responsibility. This is not a victim story, nor is it blame; it’s an acute and accurate account of what I see in front of me culturally, and it’s highly problematic. As I have continued to say frequently, “The problem isn’t out there, it’s in here.” The idea that you would go out there to ‘fix’ a problem, especially one of a humanitarian nature (which in most places is a result of unchecked imperial ambition) is misguided at best and, at this juncture, very poorly educated. As Palestine should have taught you. Palestine is not the issue, it’s the ideologies of the Western Empire that are the fuck up, as well as the systems they have created.

If at this point in human history you are not actively decolonising and making the in-roads to integrate into Indigenous ways of being or local Indigenous culture, then the only thing that can really be said of any meaning is that you are going the wrong way. I can no longer excuse your bad behaviour, nor can I pretend that the world isn’t burning. I also can’t glibly tell you that your avoidance is a great long-term strategy. If your strategy truly is to look the other way and pretend that this doesn’t affect you, or that “your problem is not my problem,” then it should become abundantly clear that the climate disaster in the closed-loop systems of the Gaiasphere is already affecting you. In the meantime, while you are figuring that out, I truly will be cleaning up the mess of epistemological violence that has riddled my life while wiping the slate clean on the confabulations of people that do not know any better.

I’m also getting increasingly excited about the ever-expanding understanding that I am your mirror.

 

Elon Musk Toxic Masculinity & Climate Futures

I've been holding this thought in my head way too long about Elon Musk. I wanted to write about it almost immediately after it turned out he was working 100 hour weeks. That he had been sleeping on the Tesla Factory floor or some shit. That he almost missed his brother's wedding. I read some of those articles and still yet did not feel qualified to give my opinion based on hearsay. 

What struck me about these articles (that I haven't referenced) is that it all sounded very familiar. I was thinking about the Pretoria paradigm in all this. Capitalism is a totally accepted and embraced norm. Calvanistic religious abuse almost ensures that for the traditional white Afrikaans South African that you will get your reward in heaven. That aspiring to more than your career and a family seemed to be an astounding act of stupidity of questionable ethics. Socialism is a bad word and well Margaret Thatcher was a god among men for breaking the unions. Nature, the environment and climate change were noting more than unicorns set to deter people from the idea that making moany was good at all costs. So well their perspective is all fucked. They love the NHS hate the welfare state and wonder how you could every support the idea of benefit scroungers. You've got to work for everything you got and then lie down and accept that the sate can steal anything and everythign from you. Oh fucking well. It's supposed to be a society built on the merit and morality of relgion. It's one based on fear, all fire and brimstone. I've even been to church service where a minster slags off another minister for not being the real word of god. Word fucking up. That's quite something. 

So really it's not so much about Toxic Masculinity as is about the environs that create it. Religious abuse combined with the capitlist system. How potestantism far from providing liberation from the Catholic church left religion at the whims of industialists. Religon built on the approval of wealthy landowners with factories where you could work for redemption. What a pile of wank and yet so many of us still buy it hook line and sinker. 

Your worth is all built on your ability to provide as a man. Your only value is what you can provide as a man. They don't care about woment ot much cause well their pretty much helpless without them. Ok so that me done my trite poorly written insight into Elon Musk and toxic masculinity without know if he was every subjected to Pretorian Afrikaans ideologies.  

The thing is though. Is that these articles were written like it wasn't normal like the USA doesn't work people like slaves, that we view humans and robots and forget their humanity. This is the world that we live in and this is why the start of the wellbeing economy is crucial. 

On that note what was great to see and has not been covered anywhere near enough is that Tesla has unlocked all the tesla car patents in the fight against climate change.  Which actually astounds me. Has somebody finally got it? Have they figured out that climate change is the biggest fucking threat to our collective futures? Yup it's fucking true we might just turn this shit around. He's hoping he'll probably need to do and out reach project to his home town, where only a few years ago talking about personal carbon footprints was considered to be a martian language along with sooooo many other things.

I have been continuing my radical transformation about the idea that we don't need permission we are fully autonomous being that have the right to all the insight we have and to share them and yet sometimes, form fear of an imaginary backa lash I don't wirtine and instead roll thing round in my head for six montha and it's deeply annoying nevermind time consuming and well waisting an opportunity and miss the relevance. Every morning I should get up and write. Every morning I should make shit happen.