- Trout Fisting In America #55 – The Death of America
- Trout Fisting In America #54 – The Hypermodern Condition
- Trout Fisting In America #53 – The Democratic Party
- Trout Fisting In America # 52 – The Conservative Movement
- Trout Fisting In America #51 – Utopian Visions, Or Can Your Trout Fisting Dialectics Break Electric Bricks?
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When I was growing up people started worrying if The American Dream—the idea that opportunity was available to all, that if you worked hard enough you could get ahead, etc.—still existed. The recession of the early 90’s had called the … Continue reading
I’m not even going to try and make this cohere, to journey smoothly from idea to idea. That kind of linearity no longer exists, and as such it is a lie. By Hypermodernism I mean the era that has arrived … Continue reading
To belong to the Democratic party in 2017, or to even have a rooting interest in the party b/c the alternative is so much worse, is to be trapped in the backseat of a car while the two people in … Continue reading
‘The market is rational, the government is dumb,’ says the republican congressman, a member of the government, thinking himself smart. It goes by many names: anarcho-capitalism, libertarianism, free-market capitalism, public choice, the radical right, but they eventually settled on conservative … Continue reading
Trout Fisting In America #51 – Utopian Visions, Or Can Your Trout Fisting Dialectics Break Electric Bricks?
To live without dead time, to live without restraints. The fascists are coming, those undersexed lowlifes. Ideology can only shatter to pieces when confronted w/radical subjectivity. /endless rupture & priceless ecstasy How will workers survive if there’s no work? How … Continue reading
‘Everyone alive knows, even if they don’t know they know. So you gentlemen know more than you think and are just pretending not to.’ –Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star