Category: Non Euclidean Politics
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The End of Credibility
“Don’t do it, Danny. Don’t sell out. I told you not to do it, man. You could’ve been a contender, a goddamn hero—one of the good ones. But no, you didn’t listen. You had to chase the golden ticket, the greasy handshakes, the champagne luncheons with the bastards in suits. Now look at you: another…
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The Great Firesale
Raw, Pure and Uncut Edition I think one of the most salient points of Donald Trump is that with him you’re entitled to your own reality, even if it doesn’t have a shred to do with the real world. It’s a carnival of subjective truths, a free-for-all where every lie is valid as long as…
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Campaing for Greta Thunberg
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Empire Overreach
One of the most intractable problems of the American empire has been that it was hard to see the overreach because, as everyone knows, empires simply don’t overreach. Not ever. Not in the long, groaning history of human civilization has any empire—be it Roman, British, Mongol, or otherwise—stretched itself too thin, spent beyond its means,…
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American invasions of Mexico to go after bandits always go well
Well, here we are again, ladies and gentlemen. Another round of America’s favorite geopolitical drinking game: Invade Mexico, Why Not? Our perennial fixation with turning our southern neighbor into a glorified shooting range has been resurrected by none other than Donald J. Trump. Yes, the man whose diplomacy skills rival those of a raccoon raiding…
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Apocalypse Warm-Up Tour
In the sweaty corridors of Washington, there’s a palpable unease. The clock ticks louder in the Situation Room, and the tension feels thicker than a barroom floor after a two-for-one night. The problem, you see, is not just the impending doom of World War III—but where it starts. Ukraine’s got the spotlight for now, but…
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Veni, Vidi, Vichy
I came, I saw, I folded like bad origami. A handshake under the table, fingers crossed behind the back, the perfect alibi for treason wrapped in the flag of survival. Opportunists slip through cracks, greased by the fat of the land they betray. One moment they’re fighting for freedom; the next, they’re filing your chains…
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NPCs
An NPC, the non-player character, the digital ghost in the machine, a ledger of actions, transactions, and transient histories. Each pixelated husk a monument to overwrite—a forgotten thing replaced by consensus, a network-dreamed figment, rewritten without memory. You see them standing there, loop-bound, shuffling through canned dialogue, placeholder souls for a system too busy grinding…
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Trump Baroque
Trump Baroque is a gaudy, all-American fever dream—a steroid-jacked carnival of excess where reality itself is dragged into the ring, bloodied and screaming, and pumped full of the same greasy adrenaline that fuels WWE smackdowns, Real Housewives screaming matches, and Sopranos-grade betrayals. It’s not politics anymore; it’s a no-holds-barred grudge match, a theater of madness…
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Don’t Be Evil
A Journey into “Sustainable Malevolence” It all started innocently enough, the way all these mind-numbing corporate revolutions do. A few high-functioning sociopaths in hoodies decided that the future of the world rested in the ability to “disrupt” industries at the speed of a startup burn rate. It started as a cute, nerdy motto on some…