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What I really wanted to compose on is simulations, or dimensional thinking. Baudrillard described simulacra or a representation of reality through a well-defined epistemology and psyche up until that point. The idea was that Reality or existenz, as is my preference, is known not through individual perception, but groupings of perceptions dependent upon ordination of semiotics. Pick your system and you pick your frame of thinking. But of course, most philosophers gravitate at the base level, conceptually enticing ultimates, thus a need for Being. 

In light of recent American and world events, I’ve come to the notion people live in two worlds, and this is dependent upon a “forced choice” popular media. One that still leeches and seeps into social media, irrespective of how subcultural and influential humans pretend to be. There are only two minds in America, and the best I can explain is, there are those truly with Trump and those not.

Mitch McConnell and some of the Republicans stump me and should be shamed. But then I remember that even Obama, Oprah and Beyonce shared time with Jeffrey Epstein, and that they all run together and hide behind the cameras. I hate paparazzi culture, but thank goodness they exist to counter the excess of those elites. Now shame on the rather ugly ones like McConnell, who in everyone’s best interest, and in terms of American global domination (AGAIN, and in serious as perceived by US), need to step up and be eliminated as sheep in wolves clothing, with the outside come turn the hill into hillbillies. Serious, even politicians of yore with such fucked up racist and nationalist sentiments could hold their own in a semi-intellectual and not wholly intellectually-disabled dialogue. How long would it take him to read that sentence and get what he’s equated to?

But I’m way out of my sphere of influence and direct knowledge. I don’t know anything about US law, much less the Constitution or the Bill of Rights. But there’s Trump during his first rally after Juneteenth, about 5000-7000 people, all laughing at his jokes as if they’ve been hypnotized by him as a false god. I can barely handle those with belief in God.

You might say I’m a psychologist because of how I write, how I don’t constantly use the rhetoric of a discipline to write through. On Twitter, which I admit I hesitated to use while dating a one-time avid user, I read through an entry about anarchist history, with a bibliography, but one that was short-sighted. The entry was long, 140 characters at a time, and really only described the advent of modern anarchism, rather than a description of the ideals that are so thoroughly distorted.

I’m about to watch John Bolton make our president dance like a monkey. He should run for president. But either way, this is nothing more than thoughts. Nothing. Stonewall Jackson is someone I’ve always confused as a nickname for Andrew Jackson. I don’t know where this happened, but it feels high schoolish. And now, having to reread the making of America, the confederacy becomes important. As well as not letting my sister-in-law admonish me. US history is not my specialty either.

Traditional whites are afraid to lose power, all the while setting up the power structures they believe will protect them. This is why I choose anarchy and chaos, and why there is such a grand distortion by those adhering to order and rectangular cotton-linen and trembling in fear.

The one thing any anarchist must be is passionate in their knowledge. This Twitter historian was perfectly descriptive, but in an historian’s rhythm. There was no definite side, and the chosen adversary was a popular musician. Even that person lacked the resolve to stay the course, choosing to ride the red wagon or fucking coattails or whomever you believe came before. 

So not even yesterday, I began my list of anarchists whom I’d use to defend its deepest principles. Alas, where was Gandhi? Kant?