A Surviving Facts Blog
I am paralyzed— emotionally, mentally and physically. I have words to write, deadlines to make, a small business to run… and I can’t. I watch Substack videos, read news articles, compare coverage to see viewpoint differences. I try to make sense of what I hear, I cant. I cannot comprehend sentences.
Word salad. Words tossed into the air to mix and land in a tasteful order. Except they don’t land in order and the complimentary salve called dressing prevents the creation a cohesive whole. Clumps of words in a bowl. Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Just today:
Scott Besson on Greenland: “The National Emergency is to avoid a national emergency…I believe the Europeans will understand this is best for Greenland, best for Europeans and best for the Unites States.”
Jessica Tarlov of Fox News questioning the administration’s remarks: “The footage contradicts the administration’s narration on every level.…”
Republican Rep Michael McCall says about ICE pulling a disabled woman on the way to the doctor out of her car: “It appears to be a little overzealous, but what about the rapists and the murderers and the drug traffickers… let in by Biden,” he questions.
Kristi Noem remarks on the officer who killed Robin Good: “Anyone can watch the videos and see… [the ICE agent’s life was in danger].”
What.the.Cluck?’
Let’s break these statements down.
- Circular reasoning is a basic logical fallacy. Bessom must have been absent that day.
- Jessica Tarlov is right, but not one single person on the Fox panel responds to her.
- Kristen Noem, without emotion or a single eye blink— she may be a robot with cheek implants— denies the very footage playing out as she speaks. She then shits to blame the reporter for “doxxing” the name of the agent when said agent’s name has been public for days. Distraction, ad hominem, lying in one meandering statement.
- McCall deflects and throws in a stinky, overused, red herring
Ah, the dissonance.
Am I listening to a trumpet playing a whiny high note or a trombone going wah, wah, wah? The kind of notes that follow pranks on cartoons from the 1950s and 60s? I need an Acme anvil from the roadrunner and coyote.
I.hate.where.we.are. I see. I hear. I witness. I experience. I am dazed.
Is this how Germans felt as Hitler rose to power? A small cadre of adoring sycophants overriding the bewildered questioning and confusion of most people? Slowly, the resisters give up. Surrender. The serious resisters go underground.
I’ve been thinking about how resistance will look like now. It seems to me our modern methods of communication will not work. They are traceable and eternal. I’m imagining resurrecting pen and paper. Scribbling code messages in a Zodiac-killer-like cipher. It took decades to figure out what it said. I’ll wear a red beret— they look cool— and pencil skirt. I’ll randomly sit on a city park bench leaving behind the sleeve holding my croissant into which is waxed the indecipherable cipher, which is picked up by the man with a brief case who pretends to toss it in the trash bin but instead pockets it and heads to the safe house, wherever that may be.
Right now, my cipher would say, “ what the hell did Stephen Miller just say on ABC?” A week later, the return message, carefully lifted from between the pages of a deli menu so long it is bound by a spiral, will say nothing. Because nothing makes sense.
When I’m caught, I’ll have thousands of pieces of paper with gibberish. ICE will either push me to the ground, laughing at me and spitting on me, or put a gun to my forehead and press.
The ultimate irony will be the complete lack of technology the resistance will need to use. Offline, out of the airwaves, no filtering through Elon’s satellite, nothing will be traceable. What an irony that our resistance and rebellion will be decidedly old school. We step away from technological advances to foment a system of resistance and survival,
Technology will have reached the point when it no longer helps human beings. When technology has reduced human usefulness to reproduction. We will have entered the dystopian reality of forced breeding, limited human rights and technology run by Thiel’s tigers (so-called because they are only 16 with no chest hair and tiny chin sprouts.).
Or so I imagine. Right now I’m still trying to understand the gibberish of the current administration and the danger they cultivate.
If you do understand, I’ll be at the Central Park entrance closest to West Dr. and the 72nd Transverse, a street so named because it crosses the park, and not because of gender reversal. In these uncertain times, clarity is essential.
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