Satire for the edutainment of the deaf and blind

so what have you been up to

MKultra is trauma-based mind control, and everyone is insane now. No matter what you think about Ovid’s metamorphism C, (and I happen to think some pretty crazy things about it), the global legal and institutional response in the past years is indistinguishable from MKultra. Lock people in a room, blast them with anxiety. The CIA says they gave up on their mind control experiments because they just “didn’t work”. You be the judge.

It’s been strange for me to become more and more healthy, as everything around me became more and more crazy. And now everything is a little crazy.

All these things, “sheeple” and such ideas, that we used to talk about more or less jokingly, is now a fact of life. It’s strange and difficult to navigate. I think the best thing to do is forget about it all, and let yourself be genuinely surprised every day when you see someone doing something crazy, like a woman holding her nose waiting for the bus, when people step near her. That’s what I’ve been doing at least. Playing dumb.

Every day at work I think about this essay. The big return to writing a bunch of stuff on the internet. every day after work, I forget all those great lines I had in my head. Today all I wrote in my little work notebook was the opening paragraph. I spent 5 more hours thinking about it, and I can’t remember a word.

It’s been a rough couple of months. Half a year. I don’t want to get into the minutia of the whole drama, yet, but it’s all resolved now. I didn’t buy a place, I’m still just renting. New place. Moved in on the first. Re-decorated and moved all the furniture around so far three times. Every time I settled in and thought, right, this works, then the same night I would get really angry about some thing or another, and decide on a whim that it wasn’t working. Third time’s the charm.

I lost a friend. He stole about 200 USD worth of money from me, and he lives in a little personal hell he’s created for himself. I tried to help him. Didn’t take.

Work is good. New apartment is good. Place itself has some issues but I’m right next to a big spot of nature, and it’s the best I’m going to get while still working in the city. Wild animals, peace and quiet.

I get more things done than I have in my entire adult life. I still feel like I barely get anything done. But I have time now. Time and space and ability. There’s nothing behind me. There’s only the future.

I had my dad and his girlfriend over for dinner the other night. I’ve never done that before. It made me feel very happy. It’s the meaning of life. We’ve all had traumatic childhoods. If you want to get anything done, you have to resolve that. You have to invite your dad over for dinner, and slow roast a duck for him. That’s it. It’s that, or letting the deep state win.

One other thing I thought about today. It’s neither here nor there, but I think it’s interesting, and it’s the kind of thing that I would write in the middle of an essay, that people tend to like.

Every time I put an image in these essays I am doing something evil. I am trying to trick you into being engaged, when you would otherwise tap out of reading the whole text. I’m trying to grab your attention and trick you into keeping on reading. I do so for a profit motive: If you keep reading to the end, there is a higher chance that you will find something you like, and then there is a higher chance that you will send me gibs. or share the text to others, who will see the images and be tricked, and so on and so on.

I have always tried to do so overtly ironically, satirically, and in a way make sure that you are in on the joke: “we both know what i am doing, so it doesn’t count as tricking you”. But that’s really just an excuse. It’s still just the same old profit motive. I am always, at some level, trying to trick you. I am always trying to get caught.

Now there is finally time to Write