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Cake day: June 2nd, 2023

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  • She said ‘This was why I couldn’t get off and stay off. Just as the cliché warns. I literally wasn’t keeping it in the day. I was adding the clean days up in my head.’ She cocked her head at him. ‘Did you ever hear of this fellow Evel Knievel? This motorcycle-jumper?’

    Gately nods slightly, being careful of a tube he now feels. This is why his throat had had that raped feeling in it. The tube. He actually has an old cutout action picture of the historical Evel Knievel, from an old Life magazine, in a white leather Elvisish suit, in the air, aloft, haloed in spotlights, upright on a bike, a row of well-waxed trucks below.

    ‘At St. Collie only the Crocodiles’d heard of him. My own Daddy’d followed him, cut out pictures, as a boy.’ Gately can tell she’s smiling under there. ‘But what I used to do, I’d throw away the pipe and shake my fist at the sky and say As God is my fucking witness NEVER AGAIN, as of this minute right here I QUIT FOR ALL TIME.’ She also has this habit of absently patting the top of her head when she talks, where little barrettes and spongy clamps hold the veil in place. ‘And I’d bunker up all white-knuckled and stay straight. And count the days. I was proud of each day I stayed off. Each day seemed evidence of something, and I counted them. I’d add them up. Line them up end to end. You know?’ Gately knows very well but doesn’t nod, lets her do this on just her own steam. She says ‘And soon it would get… improbable. As if each day was a car Knievel had to clear. One car, two cars. By the time I’d get up to say like maybe about 14 cars, it would begin to seem like this staggering number. Jumping over 14 cars. And the rest of the year, looking ahead, hundreds and hundreds of cars, me in the air trying to clear them.’ She left her head alone and cocked it. ‘Who could do it? How did I ever think anyone could do it that way?’

    -Infinite Jest






  • I take almost no comfort in the inevitability of good prevailing. Selfishly, mostly because I don’t have that kind of time. On a cosmic scale, none of this matters. A rock in space is not evil, and once we’re obliterated either by devices of our own making or the march of entropy, the universe will be neither good nor bad. Bad only loses due to the mortality of man, but once bad is finally “defeated” there will be no one left to appreciate it.








  • There are more of us then them, we are more self sufficient than them, we are more resilient than them, we are more desperate than them. The real world is our natural environment, the rich are the arrogant invaders. Vietnam comes to mind when I think what a war of rich vs poor might look like. It won’t be near misses and broken escalators for long, when a sufficiently large number of people become sufficiently mad, their ivory towers will become prisons.






  • To be fair, it seems more like a rich asshole thing, than a political affiliation thing strictly speaking, but there definitely seems to be a strong Republican bias to the perpetrators. I mean, I think even Donald was technically a Democrat during the birthday card period unless I’m mistaken.

    Edit:

    Republican (1987–1999): Trump first registered as a Republican in 1987.

    Reform Party (1999–2001): In 1999, he left the Republican Party and joined the Reform Party, even forming an exploratory committee for a potential presidential run in 2000.

    Democrat (2001–2009): He changed his registration to Democrat in 2001.

    Republican (2009–2011): He switched back to the Republican Party in 2009.

    Unaffiliated (2011–2012): Trump briefly registered with no political party in 2011.

    Republican (2012–present): He rejoined the Republican Party in 2012, ahead of the 2012 presidential primary, and has remained a Republican since.

    The card is from 2003, so during his Democrat phase. Though it’s pretty clear the man has no actual actual convictions (so to speak) and just does whatever he feels is personally adventageous at any given moment.