Equinoctial Greetings

If you are reading this in the Northern Hemisphere, evidently you've just made it through the Winter of Really Expensive Heating Bills, following on from the Winter of Severe Illness and Death that Jorack Obiden promised ‘the unvaccinated’ back in 2021. There is a certain tentative back-pedalling of the latter narrative, as billions of unwanted doses of mRNA-laced nano-sludge are being incinerated across the world, and professional weirdos like Woody Harrelson and Russell Brand have been handed the microphone to voice their own filtered critiques. Ukraine has been the Current Thing for well over a year, with occasional intermissions provided by Gas Stoves (they give you myocarditis, apparently), It's Really Hot (premiered in August), and 15-Minute Cities (if you're against them, you're ‘fascist scum’). Strangely, the Worst Environmental Disaster in American History (That Was Also Predicted By Some Creepy Film) didn't quite make the list.

So as we move into the summer, what can we expect from the seasons to come?

My first prediction is that the internal contradictions within the environmental movement will become structurally untenable. The cognitive dissonance of trees being cut down to open up cycle lanes will drive the XR brigade into System Overload, with smaller and smaller factions emerging within the climate-activist community. Some of them will double-down until they start claiming that the ecological importance of trees has been overstated, according to Science, and that concern about trees is a now a 'far-right dog whistle'. Another faction will claim that by identifying as a tree, one can effectively reduce as much carbon-dioxide as a real tree, and will begin standing very still along all of the newly laid cycle-paths in town centres around the UK holding placards daubed with the slogan “my pronouns are tree/trer”.

I'd like to be able to say I'm just satirising, but today's satire is not infrequently tonight's reality. We drove way passed Clown World a while back; I think it's fair to say we're in “Complete-Lunatic-Defecating-In-The-Corner World” at this point. Which actually happened in the vicinity of Hillary and Chelsea Clinton at a Broadway show the other day. I'm not sure if it was more of a comment on the show or on the audience.

From what I can gather about what's going on in NPC-Land, shitting in the theatre aisle hasn't exactly become standard behaviour, but it might not take all that long. This is an era in which the normies are dyeing their hair green and worshipping Satan, and the counter-cultural weirdos are converting to Christianity and extolling family values. It wasn't all that long ago that having crazy hair and black leather clothing would signify being a far-out punk-goth type, the kind of person who might be be found dancing around in some abandoned tunnel, or singing a hilarious song about vampires. You know, someone cool and fun, who didn’t care what other people thought of them. Not some petty little authoritarian with daddy-issues, raring to throw limp-wristed punches at anyone who dares to challenge the global corporate machine.

Flint & Steele, quite literally. Men like this are no longer being born.

But them days are long over. The 1990s were the last gasp of industrial civilization in its heyday, and pretty much everything weird and/or stupid that's happened since then has come out of frenzied attempts to make an increasingly obstinate cosmos fit into an obsolete picture of reality.

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In any case, the seasonal equinox has just passed us, day and night are more or less evenly balanced, and the wheel of the year rolls on. A number of fascinating podcasts are on the way, as well as other announcements. Stay tuned.