in self-love, they've got us beat
One must criticize Communists, too.
There are plenty of examples in Communist history where Love lacked.
You should consider more self-criticism, lest you become an apologist for the massacres.
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He had accidentally stumbled upon a small cleft in the rocks and, investigating, found that it opened out into an underground passage.
Armed only with a small prospector’s lamp he had walked along the tunnel, which was about eight feet high with smooth, carefully crafted walls, for about half an hour. Suddenly, he had noticed a strange light up ahead.
‘It was green – a sort of sinister green light... it got brighter as I walked along, and then the tunnel opened into a large cave.’
In the cave, David was greeted by the extraordinary sight of a number of mummified bodies lying either on the floor or propped up against rocks. The fluorescent light which glowed over everything seemed to make the bodies even more gruesome, and their distorted poses gave us the distinct impression that death had crept up on them unexpectedly.
Along one wall were a number of statues that seemed to sparkle dimly in the green light, as if they might be made of gold. The faces, too, appeared to be strangely similar to those of ancient Inca gods he had once seen. David also noticed that the corpses were dressed in strange garments that looked as if they might be leather.
Yet he told himself he had never seen anything quite like it before. His only thought was that it might have been a treasure house of some kind. ‘I felt as if I had stepped into somewhere very ancient,’ he said later. ‘That the people had somehow been laying like that quite unchanged from the very earliest times. But how long I just couldn’t even begin to guess.’
Despite his driving obsession to continue, David felt too nervous to stay in the green-lit room for long. For one thing he could see no source for the strange light. And for another, several of the bodies were grouped around a hole in the far wall of the cave which looked like a continuation of the tunnel. Although he couldn’t be sure, he had the uncomfortable feeling that they might have been its guardians – as well as the keepers of the gold statues – when they were still alive.
A lot of these people went out and committed crimes during the pandemic and would not wear masks, even when masks would have helped in evading recognition by security cameras and the police. Pettiness or personal inconvenience or a skewed cost benefit analysis may not be the real problem: they're polarized in a completely opposite direction from us, and at their worst, they actively seek to harm society and the people in it.
From what I have gathered in conversations over the years, during the next pandemic, if and when a biological threat emerges that is severe enough that we will actually have to mandate masks or vaccination or quarantine, that many will start shooting or committing other acts of stochastic terrorism, or interfere with public health in other malicious ways. I've heard enough threats amounting to the same already. A lot of them are far fucking gone, and only going to get worse.
the election will be determined by a future crisis, and not israel / palestine. there are black swans and white crows.
the relative ignorance and moral weakness of those inferior in love, will, and wisdom to ourselves should engender our compassion, and not hatred
mimicry produces an inferior image and the virtual is as inescapably shallow as nostalgia is stagnant; novelty declines inexorably, as does all pleasure derived: only mind-forged memory satisfies the creative artificer of desire and its reminescence
oh my god white people are something else
yes, hypothetically we could send impoverished black people in the third world who have practically no carbon footprint whatever random rusted old bikes with no parts standardization instead of doing anything to reduce our own massive consumption of fossil fuels. what the fuck would it accomplish? do you think the low cost steel bicycles they might pedal around are meaningfully contributing to climate change? is it just fun to deprive others of things hypothetically? is it a ritual?
where do these ideas and thoughts come from? how do they enter your mind and why does no critical kind of process happen? why do I encounter them?
we need something more than an obscene and consumptive and spiritually dead socialism. unionization in the pursuit of better treats for middle class individuals in the first world is not getting us anywhere. the planet is burning and the future is bleak beyond belief
I'm 42 and work in a university and my mommy is [...] and my daddy is [...]
please god make it stop
i'm so glad i dropped out of high school instead of getting a doctorate from concordia
... the big plan for the near future, our grand strategic vision; a vision shared amongst the thought leaders of the West, is entirely predicated on Chinese people not figuring out how to make computer chips
No interest in fame. Not even anonymously. If I desire anything, it's Silence. Death. Non-Being. I burn my own manuscripts. The idea that my ideas might propagate or diffuse into culture in any way horrifies me. I try not to even think.
Therefore I praised the whole body of the dead — those who were already dead, above the living, those who are still alive: but better than both is he who hath never been — who hath not seen all the evil work which is done under the sun.
Magic is always relative to the wisdom of her many victims. Our computers remain the product of a mundane electrical engineering, and have nothing in common with the wondrous automatons that have, in the historical record, been produced by the wise.
As Marxists, we must carefully investigate all technological advance, especially those in computation, and of cybernetics we must be most curious of all.
Computation is at most the symbolic record of the movement of a thought through time. The best an AI can ever do is recording and playing back the process-of-thinking to us, and in the case of large-language-models, this computation produces works that will always pale in comparison to the minds it was trained upon. In spite of any psychic qualities that may be assigned to the electron, our silicon genius can never actually be a Sibelius or a Riemann.
Those fundamental limitations of computers, however, will matter little: the consistent history of the misuse of new computer technologies, by the capitalist powers, for controlling individuals and populations, confirms for us that the repression and social deterioration that we collectively experience will reach unbearable heights in the days to come.
