It is immoral because it perpetuates a lie: that the white working class that finds itself attracted to Trump has been victimized by outside forces. It hasn’t. The white middle class may like the idea of Trump as a giant pulsing humanoid middle finger held up in the face of the Cathedral, they may sing hymns to Trump the destroyer and whisper darkly about “globalists” and — odious, stupid term — “the Establishment,” but nobody did this to them. They failed themselves.
If you spend time in hardscrabble, white upstate New York, or eastern Kentucky, or my own native West Texas, and you take an honest look at the welfare dependency, the drug and alcohol addiction, the family anarchy — which is to say, the whelping of human children with all the respect and wisdom of a stray dog — you will come to an awful realization. It wasn’t Beijing. It wasn’t even Washington, as bad as Washington can be. It wasn’t immigrants from Mexico, excessive and problematic as our current immigration levels are. It wasn’t any of that.
Nothing happened to them. There wasn’t some awful disaster. There wasn’t a war or a famine or a plague or a foreign occupation. Even the economic changes of the past few decades do very little to explain the dysfunction and negligence — and the incomprehensible malice — of poor white America. So the gypsum business in Garbutt ain’t what it used to be. There is more to life in the 21st century than wallboard and cheap sentimentality about how the Man closed the factories down.
The truth about these dysfunctional, downscale communities is that they deserve to die. Economically, they are negative assets. Morally, they are indefensible. Forget all your cheap theatrical Bruce Springsteen crap. Forget your sanctimony about struggling Rust Belt factory towns and your conspiracy theories about the wily Orientals stealing our jobs. Forget your goddamned gypsum, and, if he has a problem with that, forget Ed Burke, too. The white American underclass is in thrall to a vicious, selfish culture whose main products are misery and used heroin needles. Donald Trump’s speeches make them feel good. So does OxyContin. What they need isn’t analgesics, literal or political. They need real opportunity, which means that they need real change, which means that they need U-Haul.
The truth about these dysfunctional, downscale humans is that they deserve to die. Economically, they are negative assets
a totaly unshocking look into the fucked up conciousness of the bourgiousie
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so i'm not saying anybody deserves to die exactly, but some people definitely don't deserve to vote
if only we had some sort of strong leader to unite behind
Every political crisis in the West is just making the public more and more reactionary. Poverty is fueling drug addiction? Blame the users. Immigrants are coming to the heart of the empire from their bombed out countries? Kick em out.
Every problem the West runs into is an opportunity for it to see its own absurdity and abandon its insane capitalist mission. Except it doesn't.
i'm goatstein. i'm a hate-addled misanthrope to a degree that sometimes makes me uncomfortable. like i'm talking to my children about anything and my first instinct is to belt out loathing of the human race on any topic. i have to suppress this lest any conversation about like basketball on TV turn into a psychotic rant about how people spend hundreds of millions of their tax dollars on new stadium so rapists can play Pointless Retardball in style but can't cough up 1/1000th of that on methadone clinics or no-kill shelters. from a rip in a dimensional membrane comes parallel universe goatstein. he is just like me but with a goatee and is insanely racist and possessing half the jokes and half the IQ. he eats me and gains my power and weight. i mean literally. he Highlanders my power and doubles his mass. my blood and viscera drip down his double chin and hamclaws as he wheezes fatly and his watery, recessed, paranoid hog-eyes dart around at eagle speed. he screams for the end of the Sun as he punches his wife and boat-races three tubes of oxycodone. he is the animus of the white american poor on Earth - 1 and why someone would not seek his immediate death is beyond my comprehension
lol. the zaniest part about this post is the suggestion that you'd need a parallel universe to find a racist goatstein.
you ever read my book goaty
I didn't know you wrote a book! What is it?
it probably sucks. i gave it to a few people here but no one actually reddit but roseweird who had the absolute zero stupidest reaction to it. whatever
is that why she stopped posting? peering behind the veil of tpaine did her in?
Unbeknownst to her, a big black man was watching the entire ordeal, from the accusation to the beating.
"I saw what you did," says the black man, "and now you're gonna get what's coming to you".
I started the book with the question: what exactly do real estate developers do? They don’t design buildings; they hire an architect for that part. They don’t construct the buildings; they hire a construction company for that part. They don’t manage the buildings; they hire a management company for that part. They’re not even the capitalist who funds the whole thing; they get a loan from a bank for that. So what do they do? Why don’t you or I take out a $100 million loan from a bank, hire a company to build a $100 million skyscraper, and then rent it out for somewhat more than $100 million and become rich?
As best I can tell, the developer’s job is coordination. This often means blatant lies. The usual process goes like this: the bank would be happy to lend you the money as long as you have guaranteed renters. The renters would be happy to sign up as long as you show them a design. The architect would be happy to design the building as long as you tell them what the government’s allowing. The government would be happy to give you your permit as long as you have a construction company lined up. And the construction company would be happy to sign on with you as long as you have the money from the bank in your pocket. Or some kind of complicated multi-step catch-22 like that. The solution – or at least Trump’s solution – is to tell everybody that all the other players have agreed and the deal is completely done except for their signature. The trick is to lie to the right people in the right order, so that by the time somebody checks to see whether they’ve been conned, you actually do have the signatures you told them that you had. The whole thing sounds very stressful.