the question of the two apocalypses part III
the end compounded, or the question of the 𝘯 apocalypses
it's remarkable… that the theory of retard is more right than even i dare to think and we really are committing mass suicide as a race
-Angelicism01
In simple terms, the theory of the retard is that the most intelligent people on earth are “retarded,” late to the game, and therefore analytically corrupt, and then dumb, because, in increasing measure, they fail to countenance the extinction of terrestrial life as it claims, each year and each month more concretely, its place in the near future.
But while ignoring it, they continue to provoke extinction. Angelicism01 says people are “being hypnotised into it and out of the pain of it” and, “at true the end of the world, we'll need very powerful drugs.”
The Kremlin’s mouthpiece on Russian television is firing off about sending nuclear missiles to sink Britain “once and for all” and making of it a “radioactive desert.”
Britain’s defense minister has extended his blessing for Ukraine to attack Russia’s interior. He said "Ukraine needs to strike into its opponent’s depth."
Even if Russia’s game is only brinksmanship, how can it be priming its entire population for the end with talk of a national passage to heaven? What kind of drug has settled on the leaders of the West that allows them so easily to court their own annihilation?
The drug comes from the compounding of the end. One apocalypse is enough to guarantee the rest.
If we recognize, even implicitly, the end just once, then we are numbed to the end many times over, bringing it closer and closer.
If we are implicitly aware of an end ecologically, then economically we behave as if in end times, creating then financial end times.
If we are implicitly aware of financial end times, then why not also push the limit militarily.
If we are at the brink of nuclear war, then why not terminally exhaust the regime’s credibility through lying and censorship, why not have a dead man at the oval office?
Why not experiment on the population with these vaccines and lockdowns, and online traps of psychological attrition? We may not live to see the results.
Why would my generation pour all of its money into tattoos, if there was a tomorrow?
In this situation of compounded ends, nobody knows which end comes first. It’s as if people are begging for “the end” to come faster by loading the balance even more in its favor, like adding guns to the firing squad. It doesn’t matter which one deals the fatal blast, as long as we increase its probability.
A world addicted to building its failsafe end without escape; the end of the golden age of the universe. No one is allowed to talk about this because there is no recourse.
But more than the firing squad around terrestrial life, what amazes me are the solutionist lizards who labor day in and out thinking they will administer a way out of any of these messes much less all of them. But there is an explanation for this. It is gauche to complain, to propose a problem for which we do not come prepared with a solution. No one is allowed to talk about things for which there is no recourse. So inside of the firing squad, there are those who build a heaven of triviality on Earth, applying themselves to problems they can resolve on paper; applying themselves to drawings they can tattoo on other people.
In this situation being “retarded” and an idiot is the only way to be innocent. In this situation, when I tell you bad news in plain terms, your response will be to autobimbofy. Joe biden carries the nation’s innocence in his demented feeble cluelesness. In two years, we will need an even stupider president.
I dare you, though, not to withdraw into autobimbofication so that we can do a different two-step.
The idea of compounding ends is so dissolving of a sense of habit and manner that I feel so eager to be influenced by something like the greatness of an actor or a Shakespeare on screen. Maybe there is a counter-movement to the theory of the retard, there is a way to transform the idea of compounding ends and its pain into greatness, sageness, or at least true friendship at the end of the golden age of the universe.
fascist
fuck off