I am a communist. When a system fails, we dig in. Those terrible screens. Those evil phones. Those addicted kids. What kids. Our kids. When I was in special education in a clinical setting, I had a group of deaf four-year-olds. By the time they turned five, they were reading and writing fluently. It's not that kids can't read. The problem is that you have to pit books like Ethan Frome against the Empire of the Backlit. Gaming produces a rush of dopamine that poor Ethan cannot compete with. I could see education teaching kids to read and comprehend what they are reading -- at the minimum of one entire school year -- and nothing else. By the time their brain hits sixth grade, they reset anyway to the default of males and females in the same room. Perfect for keeping females in their place. By sixth grade they forget everything.
Americans scream their children cannot read. I want to ask them one question. At what age did you start reading to your kids. Out loud. Were they two. Three. Be honest. Zero. Start them out before two or go home. After two, too little, too late. Reading is different. Reading lets the mind go places, math just isn't going to give you a bus ticket to Ixtlan, and unless you take the bus to imagination, how is it a surprise that we live in a world of plastic children who are treading water. One year of just reading. Then, hit them with writing, for the subsequent year. Just writing. Nothing else. I had to build my own school. Says everything.
I am a communist. “It takes a couple dozen people to say yes to make something happen, and it only takes one person to say no." I honestly thought the piece was articulating the machinery of book publishing. I remember when they would all scream at writers to not send them email. Email was beneath them. It interrupted their pretty day. I know they still hate email, but now they're telling us to never sent them paper. As soon as email came out, I started emailing queries to every last one of them. This time, government squirms. Governments create unintended consequences such as tariffs create poverty and inflation. A double whammy. Are we talking about creating a new government from the ground up.
Marx knew that Das Kapital was not a sprint. Jack Sullivan wants the payoff now so politics gets a star on his chart on the fridge.
Time is the continuous progression of existence that occurs in an apparently irreversible succession from the past, through the present, and into the future. It is a component quantity of various measurements used to sequence events, to compare the duration of events (or the intervals between them), and to quantify rates of change of quantities in material reality or in the conscious experience.
There is not enough time, Jake, to go around. All of us want more of it. The conscious experience. Be careful what you wish for.
What could possibly go wrong. Are we talking about reinventing the wheel. Are we talking about breakfast for kids. Yes. Yes. Yes. How can you take food out of the mouths of impoverished children to feed the rich would make Karl Marx roll his eyes to the sky. He predicted all of this. His writing became relevant with the publication of Das Kapital. Marx's work in economics has had a strong influence on modern heterodox theories of labour and capital. He is often cited as one of the principal architects of modern sociology. Jake Sullivan seemingly would have no connection to Marx. Yet both men were following and attempting (softly) to change not just procedure, but economics on a global scale. How do you make systems that work. For everyone. Conflict is the last man standing.
I am a communist. I feel disoriented reading this. I was not educated at Harvard. I was educated in a grey depressed factory rust-town where the principal would shave your head if your hair touched your ears. That was the focus of education. Your hair and what kind of knife you carried. There is no such thing as an ivory tower or city on a hill. We were groomed for the factory rats. Harvard grads served as mostly second lieutenants in Vietnam. They were the managers. The grunt had a gun. The Harvard graduate had a helicopter. More grunts were killed than graduates.
The university has made a little show of announcing that students whose families make up to $200,000 won’t pay tuition. They've aimed at making Harvard more affordable, especially for middle income students. The goal is to make Harvard affordable. “Putting Harvard within financial reach for more individuals widens the array of backgrounds, experiences, and perspectives that all of our students encounter, fostering their intellectual and personal growth,” Harvard University President Alan Garber made the point that: “By bringing people of outstanding promise together to learn with and from one another, we truly realize the tremendous potential of the University.”
It's a little late. No one from my school even contemplated Harvard. It sounded like a fish market. Where is this place. Can you bring hookers on campus. The deviant wants to kick education into the gulag. Deviant University was closed. But we will end up with a lot of it because gunk sticks to the wall. It's coming for Harvard, too.
I am kinda stunned. For the last ten years, I have been writing a book about how do homo sapiens build back an entire culture. A bit dystopian, but grounded in reality. Everyone leaves their bunkers at the same time. I am afraid of Americans. I am terrified by Americans. You cannot trust an American. I built a bunker so I could describe it in the book. Just last week, there were 73 fires that formed a ring around our Appalachian village. Rain put out the fires. But my air filters didn't work properly, and although this was an experiment, smoke filled the bunker itself. I learned a big lesson. It can all fall apart in one second. When Hurricane Helene hit as a level five, the gigantic wall of water that hit us filled the bunker with water in under five minutes. Fire. Rain. Wind. Smoke. Flooding. The roads were down. Huge holes in the pavement. Cars going nowhere. You could not get out. Unless you had a dirt bike. I call the book Dirt Bike Town, and it's about a road trip that goes from bunker to bunker in a country that has been devastated. I have seen many bunkers. Including one that was built inside an ICBM missile silo. There is no romanticism going on here. ICBM missile silos leak water like faucets. That's a lake at the bottom of a very deep and very dark hole. From what I have seen, there are always problems that are difficult to predict. The idea that you will avoid any number of crises by digging a hole to only emerge -- exactly when. The pipe dream is an illusion.
I am a communist. I predict a world-wide depression that rocks the body politik. Politicians and religious leaders will call for war after war. We will revert back to the paradigms of the city-state. That themselves carve geo-politikal landscapes as territory that gets divided by families and tribes. Some will be narco-states. Reflecting the leadership of complete criminality. In order for your children to survive, your kids will need to become criminals. You will all kiss the ring. You have allowed one deviant, psychotic to dismantle the very notions of why you have a government at all. Whatever the venue turns out to be, government will continue to have one mission that supersedes all others. The basic function of where to put the dead. There will be a lot of graveyards. Diseases like cholera (there will be no one employed to fix water systems) will find our infrastructure to be inviting. We have a romantic hollywood notion of what dystopia looks like. Americans like clean clothes. Forget it. You clothes will be rags and you can't buy soap. There will be no money to fix roads. When trucking begins to disappear so will we. The aristocracy could not exist without all the worker bees. Most rich people think most everyone else wants their money and is cheating or robbing them. They Are Stealing And Robbing Us. They mean the Little People. When they punish us, we'll have to steal and rob more of them. Your caste and class systems are beneath contempt. He's coming for you, too.
I am a communist. I note that short term pain is code for something is going to be removed. For the disabled, it will mean food. It will mean medications. I know that is not what you want to hear. But the measuring itself is an institution of massive variables. I notice that there are many children playing in the hurricane rubble here in Appalachia. It was odd. No Head Start. Now, there's a great way to find and keep a job. Let's hope it's a safe rubble. Let's hope it will be a sane economic rubble when all the suits are done with their feeding frenzies. No Head Start means no food. Now, sit down with your 4-year-old, and you are going to tell them the story of how tariffs and bankruptcy after bankruptcy are two peas in a corporate pod. Money can be spread around in many ways such as indentured servitude and the whip. I mean, workers and supply and demand. Has any economist in the entire world ever even been in a slaughterhouse. How do you measure morality in a culture, anyway. You don't. You explain to the masses through bullhorns in helicopters that it's all for our own good. All you need to do is work harder. All you need to do is work faster. Who are these guys who think parenting and three jobs in the family is a game of economic musical chairs. It's always caste and class. Work harder with less. I am looking out of my little writing window, and those kids are out there in the incomprehensible rubble the adult world has made of things.
I am a communist. The deviant is the deviant because the law does not mean him. Or his vast army of toadies. The deviant deviates from the processes through which people are assigned a social identity as deviants by other homo sapiens. The deviant does scare me. There is one thing the deviant, himself, is fearful of: Words. He has no command of words. He wants you to believe two things: #1.) He is actually god, and god does not want us to have heath care, cars, speech, food, courts, education, rights, planes, or say bad words about Vladimir. Has anyone noticed that people are disappearing. They are simply not showing up. What happened. Do you lock your doors at night. Do you think a locked door is going to save you. You have just won a one-way ticket to Beautiful El Salvador. Americans do not believe that the deviant is coming for them. To kill you. To kill me. To kill your children. To kill my children. To just kill, kill, kill. NYT will push me into the street again for articulating reality. Like I care. Your deviant is not my deviant. I suppose the little people are supposed to stand by silently as the deviant kills us. Call it the wrath of God. Or. Get on the fucking plane. -- tim barrus
I am a communist. It all begins with razor wire placed around the perimeter of what they call a "Health Center." I wrote the book: Genocide. What I see is a build up to the main event. I am so happy face that the government has decided we could all go to Health Centers to be healthy. The media cannot find this story. Give it up. As a kid, we learned quickly how to scale a fence. Any fence. The people in this writer's group have great ideas. You are all expert at articulating the issues. But you do not get that it is too late because you cannot face the reality of death. You are looking at how to build a culture from the ground up, a ground that is currently smoking with battlefield toxicity. This is not a culture war. It's war.
But we need leadership. Get over it. None of you agree on what to do about it. We have writers who see the minutiae as symbolism. You are right to do that. But you are grasping at What Will He Do Next. You are ruminating. The problem is that you are ruminating in print which is not exactly transparent. It just goes round and round. I find that when homo sapiens do that, you fall through the ice you've been skating on. I am terrified. You do not agree with this. But I know for a fact, he is coming to kill us. The military will not say no. I am begging you, please, ask them. I take photographs. I never write about how I actually feel and am confronted with. Because it's dangerous. Imagine: Health Centers surrounded by razor wire. Arbeit macht frei. -- tim barrus
