If you look very closely, you might see the strings! They tug at our arms and legs, forcing us to walk into a life controlled by the powerful and established.

This quote from DC’s Doomsday series sparked my attention. Academic research from political economy, economics, sociology, among others, have documented extensively how (at least for the past 50 years) the data shows a clear bias in favor of the “already-wealthy”, and in detriment to the working poor.

I don’t think it’s a conspiracy by the powerful and established. I doubt there are recurrent meetings in dark rooms to plan world domination like the squirrels in Rick & Morty.

Nevertheless, that is the beauty/ugliness of complex systems. You never know what will emerge. The bias in favor of the billionaires and in detriment to those that are below 50k a year, is probably immersed in various processes, including an inmeasuarable amount of causal relations overdetermining each other mixed in with a shit load of pure absolute randomness. However, the end result is the same.

Vast and complex processes are in place that tug at our whole beings, forcing us to walk a life controlled by the powerful and the established.

When I was younger and thought it was conspiracy, it generated a lot of anger within me. The anger gave me sense of purpose and discipline. Now that I see there is much more at play, it is not anger what I feel (well, at least not exclusively anger). It is a dialectical mix of impotence, frustration, and sadness.

But now that I re-read this post, I must point out to myself: save the drama for your llama… Geez… It sucks but it isn’t the end of that upward hill we are currely walking out of apeness.

The Anger Manifesto

From an evolutionary perspective, we are simply apes with relatively advanced cognitive abilities. Now, why does a dog tremble in fear when you found he s*** the rug for the tenth time? It’s because he knows you’re going to look for him and fake-smack* the s*** out of him with a rolled-up newspaper. But imagine for a moment how he would be trembling in fear if he could understand, and know, he is going to die.

Well, that’s basically what we are. We are apes that figured out we’re going to die. This obvious contradiction between our knowledge and our survival-instincts leads to profound anxieties in ourselves. The only reason we’re not on the floor trembling in fear, pissing ourselves like our pet dogs, is because we’ve developed coping mechanisms through culture. The predominant coping mechanism for the last 10,000 years has been religion (i.e. belief in the supernatural to pretend we’re not going to die for good).

But the contradiction wasn’t resolved, because human beings also have the cognition to conclude supernatural beliefs are b*******. The contradiction is manifesting in a new form. Should the aware individual transgress and publicly disobey all aspects of culture he concludes are b*******? It becomes tight rope walking, between deviating too much or too little from culture. If you deviate too much from culture, then you become rejected by your peers, and as social apes, this will ultimately make you unhappier. If you deviate too little from culture, you lose your individuality, and become a zombie-sheep-worm. In sum, it’s a balance between being your genuine self, and not turning yourself into a fringe social outcast.

But notice the implications on our free will. We are basically confined to live out theater. In a play, you could miss a line or two. You could maybe improvise in certain cases. But generally, if you deviate extremely from the script, the play would be deemed over. Some would say it was ruined. In sum, as an actor in theater, it is unwise to deviate from the expected script. And that’s basically living within culture.

Okay, I can learn to live with tightrope walking. But we haven’t even gotten to the most f…… up part of it all. Our Super-Ape cognition has also given us the gift of exponential technological growth. This technological development has given us the ability to free every single individual from the burdens of excessive work, to protect all of us from preventable sickness or disease, among other neat stuff. But due to the social chain of events that took place during the past 10,000 years, the resources involved are allocated in markets driven by profits.

As a result, not all of us are being protected, well fed, or getting enough rest. Most of us have shitty jobs that make us feel really f****** alienated. At the same time, we read on the news how a billionaire is paying for a trip around the Moon.

Some react to this by buying V for Vendetta masks and fantasizing about revolution. Don’t be f****** stupid by the way. You’ll probably get up hurting yourself, someone else, or getting arrested; and everything would stay just the same.

But still, I’m f……. angry. I’m angry because there are old people working their balls off at a Walmart. Because I can’t miss work but the teacher called because my girl is sick. At the same time, I know it does not have to be this way. If resources were allocated through democratic planning instead of profit-seeking, there would be no old people working in Walmarts, and I’d be able to pick up my snot-covered girl at school. So, I’m pissed. But pissed at whom? The individuals who benefit today from the chain of events of the past 10,000 years? It’s technically not their fault. They are also simply actors playing their part in the play.

So, we have all this anger at nothing and everything. What the f… do we do with it? F…. The only plan I can come up with is to vote “left of center”, or try to support whoever is two stances to the left of the “conservative-white-men stance,” and try to put my cliché grain of sand in grassroots bottom-up initiatives to help me sleep at night. It still f…… sucks for most of us. I found the combination of music, comic books, weed, and yoga helps. But I guess everyone has their own self-care combo. Find yours. Good luck.

 

Humane non-lethal military weapons for crowd dispersion and its effects on social activism

Editor’s Note: The idea that we live in a multiverse made up of infinite parallel universes, also called “alternate dimensions”, or “alternate timelines,” has been defended by various prominent physicists. In one of such hypothetical universes, the following conjecture may be taking place, and reflecting upon it may be utility-generating for scholars in various timelines:

Setting: Alternate Universe comparable to 22nd century Known-Earth if the imperialist-globalization-stage of 21st century capitalism is followed by Techno-Barbarism.

Newer and more humane non-lethal military weapons for crowd dispersion were quite discouraging for what was left of social activism. They couldn’t even rally support through unjustified state brutality against activists. When police officers understood a crowd needed dispersing, they would simply shoot cannons of a bubbly pink foam that gently carried away protesters while tickling them lightly. 

Yoga is what keeps me from blowing parliament

The idea that we live in a multiverse made up of infinite parallel universes, also called “alternate dimensions”, or “alternate timelines,” has been defended by various prominent physicists. In one of such hypothetical universes, the following conjecture may be taking place, and reflecting upon it may be utility-generating for scholars in various timelines:

Setting: a dystopian and post-apocalyptic near-future history version of the United Kingdom.

Codename V was at one point an inmate at one of many concentration camps where political prisoners, homosexuals, black people, Jews and Muslims were exterminated by a fascist dictatorship that rules Britain.

Over time, the man is allowed to grow flowers and raise crops for camp officials. The man eventually starts taking surplus ammonia-based fertilizer back to his cell. He then takes a large amount of grease solvent from the gardens. In secret, the man uses the fertilizer and solvent to make mustard gas and napalm. On a stormy night he detonates his homemade bomb and escapes his cell. Much of the camp is set ablaze, and many of the guards are killed by the mustard gas. The camp is evacuated and closed down. He adopts the new identity, “V”, and dons a Guy Fawkes mask and costume.

V walks and wandered until setting up his lair in abandoned Victoria Station in London. Near his home, he stumbles upon a Yoga Studio and spends the next five years training in various schools of Yoga practice. Every time Codename V fantasized about blowing up parliament, a session of Hatha Flow or Yin Yoga would do the trick.