Our tweets are our respective death-rattles, still fetishing the buying and the selling of entertainment. Artists have every earthly right to want their work credited and paid for if that is what they need, as opposed to others helping themselves to the credit and pay, while most of these AI programs source as freely as Greg Land. You can appreciate your own tastes, but stealing is bullshit regardless of rationale. If anyone anywhere deserves less resources or opportunities than you do, it’s you. Any threat to any power is morally right, especially the ego we love most.
Still, Monomythology is purporting the idea that my writing is all-new and all-different contrasted with all the writings of all the writers ever to have writ ago. Good people never refute truth or consequences, which is why they never make art. Don’t aspire to be like Superman, the world has enough fictional characters.
Brand loyalty is a socially-engineered disease debilitating toward one’s abilities to be left alone with their own body and mind. When its effects are not immediately lethal it’s often misidentified as Stendhal syndrome, in which brand loyalty grows into full-on radicalization. Like and retweet if my thoughts and feelings should be your responsibility and priority, hit mute if yours are not mine. Come on guys, woke just means having purpose other than matching my dreams, which is fine when my dreams are as fucked up as they are. Adults everywhere need to stop giving themselves any authority to mandate what others think or feel, it’s what we carry in the real world that matters. Others can have stuff too, there’s enough liberty to go around. What I like or dislike isn’t your responsibility or priority and what you like or dislike isn’t mine. Mainstream-anything thrives on gullibility and they can have it. The more someone hates foreplay, the less they mind when it ends in death.
What gets any liberal most upset is learning that victimization is no contest. What gets any conservative most upset is being obstructed from causing others to suffer. The venomous infighting is made extra comedic by the total lack of details to differentiate whichever divides. When everyone is the most suffering but also the greatest, I think the prospects of all the various militias ever uniting are no less ridiculous. But what thoroughly unites all Americans is the conviction that being personally appeased by strangers matters more than the well-being and livelihoods of strangers. The OGN I’ve got out this last year’s end, the seedlings, with artist Nick Myers who took an actual decade arting it. Despite zilch comic blog assistance and every request for a pull-quote ignored. it was funded in less than 24 hours and again and again by campaign’s finish. We broke conventions not by asserting ourselves but by relying on ourselves. Story of the moral: any and every conceivable establishmentarian element requires your dependency only to maintain itself. If what is liked or disliked doesn’t explicitly service that end it’s disavowed entirely, especially when running contrary to the establishment’s imagined importance.
Persons independent of proper society are demonized and ostracized, just as those opting by fate or by choice not to perpetuate the marketing underlying whichever branding irons are themselves branded as haters or traitors or weirdos. We just had a great example of this in news media, where a smaller outlet broke the story about George Santos padding his platform and his identity with lies, so larger outlets snubbed the story based only on the idea that law and canon may only arrive from the mainstream. In no context is it the small fries who sink the ship, the destruction always comes from arrogance refusing to address what itself permits and enables and empowers. It’s not the neighbors, co-workers or competing labels hurting you, it’s the ones you grant authority to. Comicsgate is full of self-inclined assholes, but the people who loathe them give strength to the companies that created the need for life-saving charities like the Hero Initiative to exist. Feeding trolls is a bother, but feeding ego is the cause of every social or personal problem ever to have existed in all of reality.
Before my book’s crowd-funder, I got to read through the final draft with my bed-bound mom. I wish she could’ve held the real thing, but sharing that experience with her was priceless. In her lifetime she was let down by every establishment thing she ever believed in, her church, her government, machinery of law enforcement and the healthcare complex all contributed to her suffering. She was wronged so deeply her own family and friends ignored her final years. It was the unemployable non-theist who sacrificed everything to give her what comfort and dignity she knew the last years of her life. She was such a sweet woman, nothing but love for everyone she encountered and everyone she encountered was upset only over that coming to an end. My takeaway a year and some months after, is that if I have survived my life without your support, perhaps your love is not as valuable as you care to believe. Friends and contemporaries on up to the idols maintained by fetish, all are fucking useless in matters of consequence. Life is too fucking short to be praying.
Those not sharing in burdens or blame are never contributing, in regards to anything. Equality isn’t the sharing of luxuries pushing sacrifices elsewhere, and problems are never solved by fantasies or marketing no matter how flattering or reassuring. The only good in the world, the only kindness or resolution, is what you bring. Not the foolishness you’ve been sold on promising to alleviate that. Giving your hearts and minds to those with more resource and opportunity than yourself is how problems are crafted and grown. Media bloggers are retarded in the most offensive connotation, witlessly granting lip service to what ails them. Same with voters or zealots or fundamentalists or partisans on whatever payroll or not. Nothing I’ve ever said or done brings complication to your private spheres, but the people, places and things you give weight to have made hell of mine. Sometimes I think all my adult years have been wasted compensating for the harms enacted by the people around me upon the people around me. Cleaning the garbage left of others, undoing their errors and compensating for the damaging effects of their heroes.