There was always a strange sleight of hand involved in Prozac Nation. In spite of the extraordinary psychological heavy lifting for over three hundred pages — the remedy in the end was a magic little pill.

The Fourth Industrial Revolution is not only a war, it is a land grab. It is the final act of enclosure. In our Smart Cities, we are assured, we’ll be fed by CRISPR vertical farms, the carbon negative souls of which will be cleansed by the cheap purchase of our countryside.

Thankfully, you are immune to their spells, and you can try to shake others out of their W.H.O.PNOSIS by adding your voice to the hundreds of millions of others who are ready to #StopTheWHO, #ExitTheWHO, and #ScrewTheWHO.

The alleged claim that SARS-CoV-2 is a chimeric virus made from portions of HIV mixed with previously discovered coronaviruses can’t possibly be true because neither HIV nor previous “coronaviruses” have themselves been shown to exist.

Even if I may now definitively ditch the term, all this is in fact what I have always meant by “capitalism”. And this is the odious global system which we have to expose and destroy…

We are not helpless to change the direction of the herd. We are not mere passengers on the bus. When we realize the driver is a fraud and his controls are useless, we are free to discover the real mechanisms of the steering.

That’s what our bizarre relationship with mortality is like. A giant vagina opens up in the sky and births babies who grow as they fall to their deaths, and they spend that short time hating, fighting, manipulating, and scheming against each other.

Why do those who control things command those who control life, and not the other way round? Why does capital control labor, and not labor capital?