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Right-to-try laws have been passed in at least 41 states, largely based on model legislation crafted by the Goldwater Institute that allows those with terminal illnesses access to experimental treatments.
The NYPD began a plan in late 2023 to fully encrypt its radio broadcasts as part of a massive system upgrade that quickly led to outcry from press advocates and local officials.
“As encrypted radio usage grows, my proposal strikes the proper balance between legitimate law enforcement needs and the rights and interests of New Yorkers.”
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"A few weeks ago, PM #Carney finally threatened to sanction #Israel. But actions matter more than words. We need to urgently call on Carney to steadfastly stand up to Israeli Prime Minister #Netanyahu, and his extreme-right cronies in #Canada, by following through on his promise to act against Israel for its #genocide in #Gaza."
It’s time for Canada to act. Send an urgent message demanding that Prime Minister Carney and Foreign Affairs Minister Anita Anand follow through with their threat of sanctions, and impose an arms embargo on Israel now
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huge numbers of people are going to have to be put on welfare doles or some kind of UBI - and the way things are set up currently that tax burden will fall on the remaining earners, not companies like amazon that pay very little tax
walmart is bigger than amazon and i'm sure they'll be doing similar automation as well in the near future. it's going to be UBI or welfare, mass population control and extermination, or some combination of the above
"The #RCMP has reportedly opened an investigation into those who’ve participated in Israel’s #genocide. This is a positive, but insufficient, step. Take a minute to email RCMP Commissioner Mike Duheme to demand they apply the law, irrespective of political pressure, by investigating #Israel related violations of #Canada’s War Crimes and Crimes Against Humanity Act."
Presumably the RCMP can only investigate Canadians, which is what it’s doing. It’s a national police force. International things are the domain of the federal government.
A newly identified information-stealing malware, crafted in the Rust programming language, has emerged as a significant threat to users of Chromium-based browsers such as Google Chrome, Microsoft Edge, and others. Dubbed “RustStealer” by cybersecurity researchers, this sophisticated malware is designed to extract sensitive data, including login credentials, cookies, and browsing history, from infected systems. Emerging […]
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Join us for Episode 37 of Absolute Storm! In tonight’s episode: - DJT/MUSK KAYFABE? - BLACK EYE - TIPPY TOP - RED 1 - BOOK DEALS - NOEM/FLYNN - PATRIOTIC PERFORMANCES - OUR SACRED HONOR: JAKE MCNIECE
if there's no tax on tips and overtime, does that mean i can just charge an hourly rate of $2/hr then relabel the rest of my consulting income as tips? can self-employed people declare overtime? i wonder how this is really going to work
After 30 years, the standup star is now finally winning acting plaudits, for a ‘tour de force’ take on Dickens with sharper punchlines – and Hamlet is next
Congratulations to Chairman of the Senate Committee on Commerce, Science, and Transportation, Ted Cruz, Chairman of the Senate Armed Services Committee, Roger Wicker, and Chairman of the Senate Republican Conference, Tom Cotton, for their amazing deal on Spectrum as posted last night. This is serious power for American Leadership on 6G. We will have the World’s Greatest Networks, and ensure the Highest Level of National Security for future Generations of Americans. Biden did nothing on Spectrum in four years but, thanks to “THE GREAT BIG BEAUTIFUL BILL,” my Administration will beat all expectations, and show the World the path forward!
At least some important things are more clear with Trump, he's less hypocritical than Dems and others, no need to argue indefinitly more with people who understand nothing of #US foreign policies and respond "you have no proof of that"😀
#Trump said he destroyed #Nordstream2 in front of the German Chancellor #Merz who is just "listening".
The fatal brain-eating amoeba Naegleria fowleri claimed the life of a Texas woman who used contaminated water in her nasal rinse, as the CDC highlights potential risks.
#Tracking code that Meta and #Russia - based Yandex embed into millions of websites is de-anonymizing visitors by abusing legitimate #Internet protocols, causing #Chrome and other browsers to surreptitiously send unique identifiers to native apps installed on a device, researchers have discovered. #Google says it's investigating the abuse, which allows Meta and Yandex to convert ephemeral web identifiers into persistent #mobile #app user identities.
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april 2025
nick fuentes
~ banks and payment processors are systems of control
https://rumble.com/v6sl7md-he-is-the-most-banned-man-in-the-world-nick-fuentes-twins-pod-episode-62.html?start=3813
Astronomers have discovered a new class of cosmic explosions called Extreme Nuclear Transients. ENTs occur when a massive star, at least three times heavier than the sun, drifts too close to a supermassive black hole, resulting in the obliteration of the star and the emission of plumes of energy.
The most powerful ENT documented in a study generating 25 times more energy than the most powerful known supernovae.
American manufacturers are experiencing supply chain disruptions similar to the COVID-19 pandemic due to tariffs and trade wars.
Delivery times for supplies are increasing, and material prices are rising at a faster rate. Tariffs are causing delays in customs clearance and supplier negotiations. The longer the disruptions last, the longer it takes to rectify them, even if tariffs are removed.
WE WILL NEVER AGAIN BE able to believe something — and the stupids will believe everything. WIR WERDEN NIE WIEDER etwas glauben können — und die Dummen werden alles glauben.
#PPOD: Let's end the week with the early morning hues of an orbital sunrise, as seen from the International Space Station on April 28, 2021, as it soared 425 kilometers above the China-Russia border in far eastern Asia near the Sea of Japan. Credit: NASA JSC
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A report by Morgan Stanley predicts the US dollar will weaken and reach pandemic lows by the middle of next year. The dollar's decline is attributed to interest rate cuts and slowing growth, as well as trade policies and uncertainty. The bank also predicts 10-year Treasury yields will reach 4% this year and decline significantly next year due to Federal Reserve rate cuts.
hmm, vielleicht bin ich ja mittlerweile alt genug, mal den zauberberg zu lesen. als jugendlicher (also vor dekaden) hatte ich es mal mit "joseph und seine brüder" versucht; da war ich aber nachhaltig abgeschreckt, als ich einen satz über 1,5 seiten lang auch nach zig mal lesen einfach nicht verstanden habe ...
Eid al-Adha Mubarak! This holiday is based on Abraham's test of devotion - a narrative shared between Islam, Christianity, and Judaism. The art is 15th century Persian.
I will do something I normally never do here, and make my first ever blog post on the topic of, long sigh: tech. I’ve already talked about Google a number of times on Mastodon which is, blessedly, by design, not discoverable; but I’ve decided to commit the full story to print. Hopefully this won't come back to bite me in the ass but eh it’s the apocalypse, who cares at this point. At least Wordsmith Dot Social is half-abandoned and has no comment system, so I won’t have to deal with techbros batting for billionaires or preaching the power of Open Source (™ Open Source Initiativeⓡ).
But if you clicked this, Dear Reader, then you wanted the tea; and I am nothing if not forthcoming with tea-spilling. The fact that Google fired me with shut-up money only makes it more fun to do it. So go get some chamomile and sit comfortably, for this is an old woman reminiscing; let’s talk about capitalism and anarchism, about the precariat and surveillance, plush dolls and churrascarias and gay argots; let us go back in time and space, and journey to tropical Brazil in the distant time of 2007…
1. Treason
2007 wasn’t a good year to start a new career, as it turned out.
Google back then prided itself on broadcasting its Best Place To Work award, won year after year after year. Younger people will have trouble picturing this, but Google used to nurture an image of being the “good one” among megacorps; they championed open standards (except when they didn’t), supported open source projects (until they backstabbed them), and used language that corporate wasn’t supposed to use, like “don’t be evil” (until they, infamously and in a true dark comedy move, retracted that motto). The work environment was all colourful, nerdy cool, not a single necktie in sight—this was seen as brave and refreshing rather than cringe and tired, you see. And they made a big deal out of something called “20% time”: Every engineer was promised 1/5 of their work time for themselves, to do anything they want. (Google owners will still own whatever you create during your 20% time, natürlich). Famously, Gmail came out of someone exploring their interests during 20% time.
I don’t think much of anything else came out of it, though.
I found out I was always overworked on drudgery; my main job was to fix boring bugs on the Ruby on Rails internal user accounting system that someone else had developed. When I complained that this was a far cry from the academia-like, exciting research environment I had been promised, and asked to be assigned to a more challenging project, I was told the following rationale against it: “no”. Moreover the deadlines and expectations were such that even if I worked (unpaid) overtime every day, I was still was at risk of a performance review. Making actual use of the “20% time” felt like a pipe dream.
And all that with wages well below even the local market in our crumbling Third World economy. With no exciting research positions nor self-managed time nor compensation, what was the advantage over a high-paying job at Microsoft or IBM? A bright blue vinyl floor and WarioWare Wii in the cafeteria? Well we were the hip tech vanguard, we were all geniuses, we were paid in prestige and promises and ego massages. Perform good enough and you might be awarded a smattering of shares at some point, get some crumbs from the bountiful capitalists' table.
Like most employees I blamed myself for not working hard enough to get good compensation—or to have time to exercise my right of 20% free time… Until I saw in the “Googlegeist” statistics that some 95% of employees never use their “20% time” at all, being trapped under the same pressures as I was.
I started a discussion about how the recruiter's promise of “20% free time” could maybe be this little thing that the forgotten priestesses of ancient Samarkand called a “lie”. There was an internal Blogger system, only available for other employees and bosses; and I wrote a post arguing that if no one feels able to use their 20% time, then it’s not much of a perk, is it.
The result of this was my boss having a fit over me “backstabbing” him. See, me complaining about the unfulfilled recruiter promises marked me as an Unhappy Googler. And Google, if you remember, was the Best Place To Work. It was very important that every promising young engineer thought of Google as the dream job where everyone is happy. Unhappiness isn't allowed. My manager was severely scolded by his manager for having dissatisfaction (gasp) within his team.
I said, “But the issue is real and not my fault, don’t you agree? I just used the data to bring it to attention. Didn't you say we operate under 'radical transparency'?” (I was young and believed in this kind of slogan. Yes, I was a sitting duck and didn’t stand a chance.)
Boss replied,
Radical transparency doesn't mean you get to say negative things.
Exact quote, I remember every word in that backroom in Phoenix, AZ.
Ever heard of the 1984 dark comedy RPG «Paranoia»? It takes place in a dystopian future society called the Alpha Complex. The Complex is ruled by the Computer, which is perfect and makes no mistakes, guaranteeing the best possible life for all humans. If someone commits a crime, for example, the Computer will always know—every wall has cameras—and instantly disintegrate the offender—every wall is packed with death lasers.
Of course, if you suggested that this ever happens, you would be implying that the Computer can raise a criminal human. It would logically follow that you’re holding the Computer to be less than perfect. That accusation is a crime of treason. Treason is punished with death. Nobody ever complains about life in the Alpha Complex, which goes to show how perfect the Computer is. In fact, everyone in the Alpha Complex is perfectly happy with the Computer's rule. To feel unhappy is equivalent to accusing the Computer of making mistakes, and it therefore constitutes treason. Happiness is mandatory. Are you happy, citizen?
2. The Google Precariat, Part I: dictbot
(Photo by Stephane DUPRAT / Hans Lucas.)
When you joined Google, you were quickly overwhelmed by massive amounts of corporate jargon—a hundred opaque project names, TLAs for everything etc. To help new Googlers settle in, the Intranet had an online glossary.
Now in the spirit of “20% time”, we were encouraged to tinker with pet projects, or so they told me. And we used to hang out in IRC chatrooms back then. So I made a little IRC bot that would fetch definitions from the glossary. Very basic stuff, if someone said “wtf is Chrome” in the channel, the bot would dump the summary paragraph, “Project Chrome is an initiative to develop a Google web browser, based on KHTML…”
I then got scolded for it, because I was leaking private information into a space that could be accessed by “temps, part-timers, and contractors”—Google's sprawling precariat (put a pin on that, more on that later). As I alluded to, we Googlers were pampered with prestige; but the “temps, part-timers and contractors”—no fun name for them, they were always called “temps, part-timers, and contractors”—were second-class in Google Nation, had to be constantly put in their place in a myriad ways. How else would the Engineers feel like geniuses, if there wasn’t a “normie” class to be treated worse than them?
One of the barbed-wire fences around temps, part-timers and contractors is that they should not have access to inside info, e.g. what is Project Chrome. My bot was, allegedly, violating that norm. I pointed out that all that my bot did was to fetch info from the glossary page, and that anyone with access to the IRC channels already had access to the glossary page.
Dear Reader, this is how I became responsible for provoking the Computer into fencing away the glossary website from temps, part-timers, and contractors.
3. A lament from Project Android
Illustration: Джона Пейшенса, ISBN: 5-232-00383-6.
The Reader might well imagine how I had become persona non grata to my boss after the “backstabbing” episode. When I wrote that blog post, I had gotten a number of emails from employees thanking me for talking about it, saying they’re glad someone is finally taking a stand, praising me for my bravery.
Now my posture back then will feel very natural for those of you who only met me post-transition, and knew me from the start as this like, badass nazi-punching antifa thug with no filter and no sense of consequences. But you have to understand: back then I was a shy little nerd terrified of everything. I wasn't brave; I was incredibly, magnificently naïve. I was maybe the only person in the world who believed Google’s corporate kool-aid; I bit it hook, line and sinker, I really did believe we were some sort of new, dynamic academia, we didn't work in offices we worked in “campi”, the company was a way to fund exciting new research and we were there to improve the world by organising its information. At least I thought I was.
Interviewer: What attracted you to Google? me: I agree with the Ten Principles of the company. Interviewer: The what now? Me: The Ten Principles? Google's Principles? In the 'about' page? Interviewer: Uuh, sure…
It did not even occur to me that it was all a scam, that everyone else knew it was all a scam and the actual point was to get rich. In retrospect I should have read the undertones in early Paul Graham essays; I was a literary girl, I'm good at undertones; but I only read what I wanted to be true.
Not long after my post in the Intranet Blogger, there was a post by some engineer I didn't know; a core programmer from the secret Project Android. Out of the three big ones I had to stay quiet about, Project Android and Project Chrome got finished and became highly successful—only to immediately turn into world-wrecking monstrosities that we, low-level grunts, would never have imagined. The third project, a physical-layer broadcast technology for the Internet—Youtube with HD quality if you logged in at showtime—never went forward.
But this insider, they were venting about how disappointed they had become with the directions that Project Android was taking. They were losing their motivation, this is not what they thought the “Linux phone” would be about, this wasn’t what they signed up for. The blogger was silent on any tech details, or what exactly was so disappointing; but with the benefit of hindsight it's easy to imagine.
A few days later, the same person posted something like “haha disregard that, I was having personal mental health issues and wrote a ill-conceived rant but it's all my fault really, of course there's a always few bumps but Project Android is amazing actually!! Y'all are going to love this, it's going to change everything!! We're organising the world's information and making a difference”, etc. etc.
Like, conspicuously back-to-back, the two posts.
I’m an airheaded bimbo but at some point the lesson will penetrate even my smooth silly brain. This time, I was observant.
4. Mona, entendida, odara… 🤔 elza
I wasn't out as trans yet, but I was already proud to be queer. Showed up first day with neon orange hair, unicorn T-shirt, the works. That made of me a Gaygler™, and Google Belo Horizonte was always happy to have me on team photos to add some colour and progressiveness to the image.
Now even though Google is fundamentally a spyware advertising company (some 80% of its revenue is advertising; the proportion was even higher back then), we Engineers were kept carefully away from that reality, as much as meat eaters are kept away from videos of the meat industry: don't think about it, just enjoy your steak. If you think about it it will stop being enjoyable, so we just churned along, pretending to work for an engineering company rather than for a giant machine with the sole goal of manipulating people into buying cruft. The ads and business teams were on different floors, and we never talked to them.
One day one of the AdSense people asked me for a little meeting. They sat right by my desk, all sleek and confident, and said that they had heard I was a Gaygler™ and were wondering if I could help with one of their clients. “Can you tell me some words that the Brazilian gay community uses? like slang, popular media you like, names of parties, that kind of thing?”
Caught off-guard and unsure how to react, I struggled to think of gay-coded speech, and I was expertly mined for pajubá terms to be fed into the machine. Whole interaction took maybe ten minutes. The AdSense goon left, never to be seen again, leaving me feeling violated in ways I couldn't articulate.
Google supported its queer employees.
After I got marked as a troublemaker and put into the inevitable performance review, one of the items raised against me was that my company profile page was 'too personal'. the extent of personal information in my profile was this sentence: “I am a nerd, a bisexual polyamorist, and a parent.”¹
5. The Google Precariat, Part II: A water purifier’s salary
“Sure, we give aid to the poor! We’ll only need your registration forms, bank statement, and certificate of good conduct!” Cartoon by Karl Berger for Augustin.
You might have noticed, Dear Reader, that I have made somewhat contradictory claims: 1) that we Engineers were pampered, and 2) that we Engineers were underpaid, pressured to do unpaid overtime at salaries low even for the Brazilian market. Such was the carrot and the stick. We all were told that if we performed just a bit better we would get higher pay, shares, positions at cool projects, and the biggest carrot of all: a relocation to the magical Global North where human rights are real. A way through the wall.
We trudged on, with little more than promises and hope. But we trudged on with style. The offices were all gaudy in Google colours with vinyl flooring, full of fridges with free snacks; the break room had the latest Playstation with brand-new high-tech Rock Band controllers; when you joined in you got a small bonus to buy toys for your desk (most Engineers got legos, I got a pink Kirby plushie I would dress up). This was unheard of; companies at the time were all Microsoft, all performative professionalism, Google was fun! Google gave you Perks, gods, so so many Perks. the Lumon motivation baubles from “Severance” gave me heavy Google flashbacks. We were periodically treated to dinner with the managers at the most expensive churrascarias. Master let us eat right there with him, inside the big house.
I will be honest and say that most of my fellow programmers ate that shit up, we had all been gold-star kids and here was the hottest company in the world constantly massaging our egos, telling us we were better than everyone for being geniuses. I would have loved to feel the same, I tried to feel the same, but I came from poverty and I could not stop noticing the precariat: temps, part-timers, and contractors, an entire layer of the company who did the brunt of work without being Googlers. No toy budget for kitchen staff.
It's the little things that bugged me, how people would eat the free candy or have a bowl of cereal and just leave trash and dirty dishes everywhere for the cleaning ladies (contractors) to deal with; more than that the way nobody looked at them or said “thank you”. We Brazilians have a social class for that, a social code underlying that studied invisibility, I knew what this was: these were maids.² Servants. The women in my family, my friends at school. The “campus” was pretty open and my then-wife visited it a few times; it creeped the Fuck out of her, the distinction between people and non-people.
We had those expensive, high-tech water purifiers, several on each floor. One day there was a discussion on the topic of cost savings, and I suggested the traditional Brazilian solution—the well-known ceramic filters in terracotta jars; they're consistently rated among the safest, need no electricity, make the water cool even in summer without spending any energy, cost little and last a long time before you need to replace the charcoal element, which is anyway inexpensive. The idea was dismissed out of hand. Too low-tech, I suppose.³
The fancy water purifiers weren't owned by Google; they were leased, at a high cost. Somehow it bothered me a lot that each of those excessively technological water monsters got more money per month than any temp, part-timer, or contractor.
The water purifiers were never fired.
6. Cathy don't send that email today
Google was my first taste of smartphones, back when that meant a Blackberry (delightful, sturdy little corporate toys with pleasantly clicky, full-QWERTY thumb-keyboards). Mobile data plans were prohibitively expensive for anyone on wage labour, but I was graciously allowed to use my company phone for private purposes; and I delighted in the novelty of not getting lost for once, walking up and down the hills of Belo Horizonte with futuristic, always-on Google Maps under, whoa, unlimited data.
Which is to say, Google was my first taste of the surveillance society that has now become the new normal.
The Reader will remember our big carrot; all of us at Google Brazil worked hard to get the job because it meant a ticket to the Global North (potentially). Now I had been a weeb from an early age, and back then I was already like, intermediate to advanced in Japanese. So of course my dream was to move to Japan. But when I talked about it with my boss—a disembodied face from Phoenix to whom I would report under a giant monitor; this too felt very new, very high-tech, and very dystopic at the time—he dismissed the idea out of hand, saying my Japanese wasn't fluent and that this would make me a poor fit.
I talked to my colleagues about it and someone said, wtf girl no, most international engineers brought to Shibuya cannot even say konnichiwa, if anything your language ability and cultural experience with the diaspora make you the ideal candidate. We had a relevant contact in Google Sweden, and my mates said I should talk to them about contacting Shibuya directly regarding relocation.
And there I was after putting a target on my back as a troublemaker, about to directly contradict my boss and look for a way into Japan behind his back. My colleagues sternly advised me to never mention any of this by email, and also not call from my desk. “You really think they would do that? Just go on my email inbox and breach privacy? :O” International calls were very expensive those days and I didn’t have a landline, so I ended up calling Sweden from a company line inside a little cleaning closet, between brooms and bottles of disinfectant, in the dark, after everyone was gone from the office. Sorry, “campus”.
The Sweden contact told me they knew people in Tōkyō and were sure they would be happy to have me. A couple weeks after that, I was fired. (Mid-economic crisis, in the 3rd world, with one 2-year-old kid and another about to be born.)
And it was so weird and surreal to be in that little locker room, afraid of every whisper, aware that every communication was being spied on. And when I tell this story to my now adult children, I struggle to convey how weird it was. I realised belatedly that they never experienced existing with technology without it being the default expectation that it's hostile to you and it's spying on you all the time. For them this has been the case all of their lives.
Today, the concept of “spyware” has been obsoleted because every software is spyware. Google's “organising the information of the world” turned out to be indexing which Gaza families to bomb, children and all; “making money in the free market to invest in social change” was about bankrolling literal, textbook fascism. Today, for us Latinx to even briefly step in the USA, if we don't have an always-on handheld device with spyware “social media”, its absence is taken as proof of criminality. I will never visit Arizona again, and my kids will never know a world that's not like this; but for me I saw this world being forged up close and personal, deep in Mordor where the shadows lie.
7. The Google Precariat, Part III: Without a Heart to Guide them, the Other Powers are Useless
I was always an anarchist, abstractly, but in many ways Google was my political awakening.
We had an office party every Friday evening. Every single Friday. It was called TGIF, “thanks God it's Friday”, and involved fancy finger food, drinks, and more of those dystopic heads on monitors talking to us of all the great things Google was doing to revolutionise the world. Thanks to TGIFs, we all could leave work early on Friday afternoons.
I was such a sucker for things like this, I was so entranced by the food variety and the socialisation and the festive atmosphere, that it took me a long time to think of Bretch's question (“All those feasts—who did the dishes?”).⁴ Belatedly I realised that none of the dishwashers would think of Friday afternoons like, “graças a Deus é sexta-feira”. My privilege of working less and partying every week was paid by them staying late every Friday, dealing with the aftermath of our juvenile entitlement. Most of these women will never step inside a Fogo de Chão restaurant in their lives; while we were taken on fancy dinners at a whim by the bosses, when they wanted to reassure us of our specialness.
One day, shortly before I was fired, the 2008 crisis had hit full force, the Phoenix office that managed us got shut, and Google had fired 70% of the South American precariat, in one fell swoop. Then, during one of my last TGIFs, I accidentally listened to two high-level managers talking about it, two white male gringos in expensive business-casual. They were commenting on how the company was still doing perfectly fine without all that weight.
And that's not what stuck with me, the arguments, no. I understood the incentives to do layoffs, and the human need to rationalise them. What stuck with me was their happy smiling faces. Their laughing.
Yes they laughed about it. Out loud.
I had full awareness of what it meant for Third World people to be fired under the crisis, what it was about to be like for the Argentinians, for our families—but so did they, they were down here, they knew the reality. They talked to us every day, they had their spreadsheets handled by temps and were now here eating food prepared by contractors. Yet here they were, in tailored clothes that cost more than a cafeteria lady's living expenses, partying happily without even bothering to pretend to be sad about all those families. Not caring enough about us to even bullshit.
Any sympathies I might have had about the simplistic logic of free-market liberalism evaporated under that laugh.
As a little girl I used to despise cartoons like Captain Planet, whose devilish, paper-thin villains destroyed the world with manic laughs for nothing but the thrill of power, polluting for the sake of polluting. I thought that was deeply unrealistic, and condescending too; I felt talked down to. I cherished nuanced villains like Lady Eboshi from Mononoke-hime, the leader of Irontown who was destroying the ancient forest—but with the goal of liberating women from violent patriarchy and poverty; Irontown was a refuge for outcasts, its mining economy a ticket out of male domination, and Lady Eboshi would give her own life for her girls. Complexity! Humanity!
It was at Google that I learned that no, capitalists are actually literally the same as Captain Planet villains. We are not blessed enough to live in Ghibli reality, capital owners built us a 90s trashy USA cartoon reality. What is crypto mining if not a textbook Captain Planet villain scheme—to kill and raze and destroy for nothing but imaginary tokens proving that you did lots of killing and razing and destroying? What is GenAI if not stealing energy and water and even art itself, only to syphon it all into a grinder, producing no benefit but the hoarding of even more money away from the poors—when you already have more money than a human being could possibly ever spend? What is this all-encompassing addiction to “number go up” if not Sly Sludge, dripping happily with pollutants, going “Aloha suckers! I'll miss this profit paradise but I have a souvenir to remember it by”, as he picks a briefcase full of money and leaves the island to explode?
My experience at Google drove me to want to understand capitalism, and I would eventually find in Malatesta the answer as to why capital owners cannot help but be cruel, revel in cruelty, performatively broadcast cruelty; why the cruelty is indeed almost a side effect, a corollary to what it means to do capitalism. A mould that grows inevitable on material that’s inherently rotten. Every action you take has consequences not just for the world but for your psyche; you cannot avoid being affected by your decisions, anymore than you can avoid the third law of motion when you punch a wall. You cannot make people work for you and hoard all the profits while they are stuck with fixed salaries, without in the process developing strong feelings on why you're entitled to do that and how they deserve it actually.
But before I got into political theory, it was Google who demonstrated to me what is capitalism, firsthand up close. I wouldn't say that this was worth working there, but I benefited from the lived experience; from that part of it, and nothing else.
Footnotes
That was me in egg state beating around the bush; I am now fully out as a jock, a lesbian relationship-anarchist, and a mother. I added this footnote so that men stop hitting on me because I wrote the b-word once in this text about capitalism.
Anyone interested in the Latina “maid” as a social class is encouraged to watch Que horas ela volta? (2015) (English title: The Second Mother). It’s an engaging and heartwrenching film but keep in mind: everything it portrays about the social othering of maids is factually true, and happening today.
If this kind of thing appeals to you and you haven’t heard of it yet, I am pleased to introduce you to the low tech magazine.
Who built Thebes of the Seven Gates? All articles name the names of kings; I gather the kings brought those boulders on their royal backs? And great Babylon, who fell and fell again, Who put'er back together, every time? In which flats of gold-paved Lima lived the road-pavers? The night the Great Wall of China was finished, where did the construction crew hang out? Awesome Rome is full of triumphal archs. Who arched them up? Also— who did the Caesars triumph over? We sing the palaces of Byzantium— the whole thing was just palaces? Even Atlantis of tall tales shouted, choking, as the seas swallowed it whole—
for its slaves.
Young Alexander conquered India. All by himself then? Caesar defeated the Gauls. Did he bring along a cook at least? Felipe de España, el Prudente, cried when his Armada sunk into the sea. And nobody else cried that day? In the Seven Years' War, Federico Secondo grasped victory. Who else grasped it with him?
All these pages, all these conquests. All those feasts—who did the dishes? Every ten years a new Great Man. Who covered the budget?
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