Based Safety vs. Cringe Propaganda #32

The final Based vs. Cringe of the year, Happy Holidays you gutless cowards

CHRISTMAS EVE

The Jewish side of my family is composed of godless heathen atheists intellectuals, so Hanukah was a bit of a wash for me growing up and seldom do I remember that it’s even happening. Luckily, my mom’s got some Catholicism in her so she made a big deal of Christmas, refusing to let her children feel left out like the other Heebs forced to watch the happiest time of the year from a sad and distant remove. I like Christmas. I’m Agnostic, more or less, so it’s not that I feel the overwhelming power of Christ or something. But I like the atmosphere. I like the chill in the air and the tacky lights illuminating the streets. I like the Ketamine that I did bumps of all day with little regard to the responsibilities I face before and after the Holiday season. I like buying my fiancé expensive luxury goods and seeing her face light up and fucking her like we just started dating. I just like it. I’m in a good mood. But what would Christmas be without some unadulterated ideological warfare? Wherever you’re celebrating, remember to tell people you love them and that YOU are on the right side of history. 2022 is coming, and YOU are going to make a difference. Men are men and women are women. The Big Pharma state must be resisted. I welcome YOU to the Counter-Agency of the Avant-Garde. Buckle up, faggots! And merry fucking Christmas!

NEW YEARS EVE

Well, that was last week, when I was disassociated on horse tranquilizer and everything felt so clear before getting bored and forgetting to publish this column all together. I long for that clarity now. I’m back in New York after spending the last few days in Cape Cod visiting my looney family. It was OK. The town is different. I recognized just about no one from the old days. Despite my hometown of Sandwich, MA’s status as a conservative stronghold, there seems to be a rise in the number of coffee shops owned by leftists. Whatever. It’s fine. The contempt I’m currently stewing in stems from my return back to the city and finding it empty and lifeless. Driving south on I-95, I ran into traffic not once. Smooth sailing. Driving past me heading north, however, was the libtards fleeing the city in pantomimed terror over Omicron. So what will I do for New Years? I don’t know. Perhaps I’ll head to a dinner party hosted by my friends Mathieu Malouf and Heji Shin. Maybe I’ll do more Ketamine and watch some of the films included in the Shinya Tsukamoto Blu-Ray set that I just purchased. Whatever the case, I’m entering 2022 no less world weary than I entered 2021, both the best and the worst year of my life. I have no choice but to relish the contradictions of it all. “Have you known psychosis? Have you explored its cave?” asked Norman Mailer’s sociopathic protagonist in An American Dream. But we’ve all known psychosis, haven’t we? We’ve known it intimately, from the deepest parts of us. In 2021 and the years preceding it, we really had no choice…

BASED SAFETY

Zac Leslie pens an essay about having sexual encounters with anti-vaxxers and the humor is so devilishly subtle that it took me at least two reads to understand he’s doing a bit. Bravo. Aris Roussinos writes a glorious ode to the brilliant writer of war and doom Ernst Junger, deftly explaining the limit experiences that Junger endured through both observing warfare and taking psychedelic drugs that would allow the German intellectual to write about war as the ultimate sensory psychedelic experience. Is Bret Weinstein a spy? I don’t know about that, I do know that he and other IDW faves (Claire Lehmann I’m looking at you) are total libtards and that’s all I need to know. Some good news from our friends in the East: Putin takes the Basil Pill and isn’t flinching. Elena Lange laments the ease with which psychological warfare is deployed upon a totally brainwashed citizenry: “While censorship is a powerful tool in consolidating classical power structures, the new Covid regime can also make do without it: psychological control is better, much cheaper, and more effectively achieved.”

Fame approaching household level with her memorable side role in Succession, Dasha goes on Bret Ellis’ podcast to discuss her career and the episode is made all the better when Bret explains that his long-suffering boyfriend Todd’s libtardery has resulted in a rehab stint. Nandor Nevai, a brilliant cult musician known for his black metal band Hatewave and his work in noise institution To Live and Shave in LA, appears on the excellent newish podcast The Exile Hour to explain his contempt for freemasonry and the use value of mathematics and a whole bunch of other psyopped and psychedelic topics. I’ve been a bit tough on Greh Holger, Mike Connelly, and Tara Connelly at the Noisextra podcast. Too tough sometimes, but I think that’s because against other noise podcasts, it’s the only one that has real potential. I don’t expect that White Centipede Noise show to ever go beyond procedural interviews that are only worth listening to when you like the artist being interviewed. But Noisextra has had moments of genuine brilliance. While it struggles at times to engage when its hosts do deep dives into singular records, the unique access to noise icons afforded to its legendary hosts has made for some truly epic, historical, and illuminating excavations of the art form: Dominick Fernow, GX Jupiter-Larsen, Smell & Quim have all done fantastic and gripping conversations with the hosts. But this Nocturnal Emissions episode might be its best yet, with the group’s founder Nigel Ayers chronicling his history in the early industrial underground and offering a glimpse into his new book Electronic Resistance.

What else? Well, let’s see… British writer and art critic of ghostly psychedelia Charlie Fox interviews a real life Krampus for 032C. Dodie Bellamy is excerpted in Mousse with a piece of her tender, beautiful, and hauntingly mourning letter to her late husband, the poet Kevin Killian. Year-end lists are always kind of corny, but I thought I’d shoutout Musique Machine for at least celebrating some stuff that I haven’t heard of and am interested to check out. Small triumphs, I know…

On my front, we end this year of Safety Propaganda’s audio misinformation arm System of Systems with the fraternal creators of The Perfume Nationalist Jack and Ortant, where we discuss the insistence of dirtbag leftism ruining everything that is good and the return of Lena Dunham, a misunderstood subversive hero. I also appear on my book publisher Hyperidean Press’s new podcast The Empyrean Path excavating the philosophical concept of transgression and its role (if any) in contemporary culture. Also, I have a very broad conversation about being an art fag on The Saltbox.

CRINGE PROPAGANDA

Let’s start the last cringe of the year with some Burgis bashing. He who has never said an interesting or challenging thing in his entire life outlines his sophomoric understanding of socialism by explaining that “equality” in socialist terms means “equality of power.” In reality, of course, Marx and Lenin alike thought “equality” was a utopian goal (like what, socialists and capitalists are just going to share power, like in countless mixed economies in the Southern Hemisphere? This already exists and it is not socialism) and annoying as fuck. The point is to overcome the contradictions of capitalism, not by everyone joining hands and singing and sharing power, or whatever. Predictably, state governments in libtard states are going into another round of hysterics over the fakest variant of the fakest pandemic in the history of mankind. Another feminist essay by another libtard advocates for blowing up your life and dying alone in favor of “independence”. Good luck with that, lady! Hope the Xanax doesn’t get too addictive.

Predictably, floundering legal scholar Richard H. Pildes thinks democracy is floundering not because Phizer and Bill Gates own the entire state but because political power is actually too fragmented? HAH! Imagine looking at this monolithic ideological totalitarian mess and thinking that the people in charge don’t have enough power to do whatever psychotic anti-human thing they feel like doing? FUCK! After there was some hope that Eric Adams might govern New York more sensibly than his ridiculous predecessor, these absurd new lockdown and mask measures have me worrying that he might he just be a leftist. On that note, I wouldn’t be intellectually consistent if I was to tell you that Trump’s recent statements on vaccines are good. They are not good, and Trump is at his weakest points when he wants to tout something he thought would be an achievement (getting the vaccine made in record time) against the more dismal truth (he probably put too much faith in the drug companies and now the vaccines don’t work and there’s no state oversight to question their effectiveness as a long term pandemic planning strategy). Luckily, Trump is more accountable to MAGA than just about any other American politician is to their base, and he might abandon said statements in another bid for the presidency.

Antifa metal publication CVLT Nation is an absolute disgrace to their own subject matter and their endless and redundant year-end lists are testament to this. This “Best Black Metal of 2021” looks like it was written by someone who hates the genre, for example. What metal heads would actually read this shit? Apparently every Hollywood hack from Guillermo del Toro to Tim Burton has a Netflix series coming out and I don’t know how anyone on Earth could be excited about any of this stuff let alone watch multiple hours of it. That said, Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman series will probably have a skeptical viewer in me because I am a flawed and contradictory man. Jon Schwarz actually has the temerity to compare Adam McKay’s libtarded, climate hysteric new film Don’t Look Up to fucking Kubrick’s Dr. Strangelove and I find myself reminded of when music critics thought nothing wrong with comparing The faggot Strokes to The Velvet Underground. Adam McKay’s film is not without its funny moments, but it’s also a clear indicator of how leftists think: they control the entire culture and the whole discourse, but still feel like they are unheard. Fuck all the way off.

Some rightoid novelist who wrote about killing people supposedly went ahead and killed people, and it appears VICE itches to exploit the tragedy to make the case for more censorship and surveillance. German artist and choreographer Anne Imhoff is interviewed by Artofrum’s insufferable editor David Velasco and something about Anne’s whole thing earns my empathy. The thing that she is constantly criticized for — spending fuckloads of money on surreal and silly dance performances — is actually the thing that makes her work kind of cool. It’s pure stylization: cool clothes, third-rate industrial and techno, and hot kids dancing around. But due to her left libtard political alliances, she constantly forces herself to make political justifications for her work, which dulls it and comes off as annoying. No one needs Antifa dances sponsored by Phizer (as if anything Antifa related isn’t sponsored by Phizer HAH!), but total excess, wastefulness, and neutral aesthetics we can never get enough of! She could be Matthew Barney, but unfortunately the industry will probably never support another Matthew Barney again. Speaking of Antifa, excellent reporting here by The Grayzone who find that recent transgender convert and breadtuber Philosophy Tube is actually financed by intelligence (shocker!) and now I can’t wait to find out all PT’s affiliates who are most definitely all intelligence assets!

Ending here on a depressing note. Evidence suggests that 93 percent of the humans who died after taking the vaccine died directly from the vaccine, and it will absolutely never be acknowledge that this is happening by anyone in power. Welcome you to 2022! COME ON FEEL THE NOISE! GIRLS ROCK YOUR BOYS!!

ILLUSTRATIONS:
1. from Cameron Jamie’s “Kranky Klaus”
2. from Shinya Tsukamoto’s Tetsuo: The Iron Man
3. Nocturnal Emissions
4. From Anne Imhoff’s SEX