American Pedo—Google Announces Criticism Of Paedophilia Will Be Banned
In the after-glow of the pedo meme wars, in anticipation of their recoil.
We are living through a time when the language of extinction announces itself as if for the first time in the world. This language is primarily the language of a violent difference. The language of extinction speaks of extinction and yet looks like the language of death. We speak of extinction and cling to the jargon of demise. Death, after all, is not extinction.
This difference of death and extinction is patently American. More precisely, it is America itself. There is nothing more American than our image of violence, and there is nothing more violent than the gap between death and its other conception.
When Hegel figured the stages of world consciousness, he left no room for America, nor for Hollywood and the garages of Chateau Marmont. He pushed Chinese mathematical script to one side. Since then things have changed. But even now, it seems, China is nothing next to what James Ellroy calls ‘the demonic thrust of America as a whole’.
Samuel Beckett claimed that there is nothing funnier than unhappiness. This was wrong—the thing there is nothing funnier than is outrageous violence. Recalling the funniest violence, we often think of American cinema. To see Marvin, a black kid, shot in the face by John Travolta in the back of a moving car is to see that life can mean nothing within the blink of an eye. You don’t want to laugh; you do. Much play is made of scraping brains up from the leather. Tarantino ‘gets away with it’, and the reason is the violence has ontological validity. Life in its entirety can be abolished because of a single bump in the road.
If you were given the choice between the deletion of the whole history of Hollywood from Street Angel in 1928 to Battle Angel in 2019 or the prevention of all the atrocities of American foreign policy in the last century, which would you choose? To have watched the poor cinema of the American news in 2020 is to have seen the Zapruder of the deaths of worlds. There is no need for Claude Lanzmann to come back to make a second Shoah, since our disappearance is displayed as year-long mediatic distraction rituals on the billboards of the world.
Fox News montage of Trump hate addiction is just as telling as the latest and senescent Godard feature, which no zoomer with Netflix needs to watch anyway. Nothing is hi-tech enough because technology itself is the end of metaphysics. Moreover, American ‘race’ sells as primetime distraction as we race towards extinction.
What lurked in the battle for 2020 was the pedo meme war to end all meme wars. Besson’s Leon and Bertolucci’s La Luna might be required viewing and up for reappraisal. Polanski’s Dreyfus epic J’accuse happens to be banned—and unmentioned—strangely echoing the original affair it depicts. When isn’t the handling of children the question of the future itself?
Everything in America was wanting to sit courtside for the shitshow, and the pedo meme war would have been the most convincing shitshow of all. Already in Leaving Neverland and Surviving R. Kelly, the problem of the child was raised to a new degree. But very few theories are sensitive enough to the young girl of the ungenerate future.
To his mother James Ellroy wrote, ‘You are gone and I want more of you.’ We too are gone, and we want more of us. We are gone and we are without speech. We are gone and we want to be in denial and call it something else. As David Thomson put it, ‘I think more and more our loneliness is being assuaged by addictions of one kind or another and it will be a big part of the end of the world.’
We are insatiable until the end, and because of the end. You can’t say it isn’t related.
All of Joe Biden’s kids are dead except Hunter, who is in the pay of the the CCP and the Ukrainians, the survivors of the Holodomor. Even now Marxists prefer not to discuss how Stalin forced the Ukrainians to eat their own children. That Ukraine as the site of this ignored hunger apocalypse was also the conduit of so much else is no trick of the light. We are still, in many ways, under the sway of a historically encrypted Bolshevik thirst.
There is no lack of snuff movies even though we pretend not to have seen them. Some claim the 1 min Zapruder was the first and only of the kind. The assassination of a president on film, and then of the generational ‘patsy’ on live television, all of this was perhaps a new obscene. What did American death and extinction mean after that?
By the time of De Palma’s Blow Out in 1981, the death film containing the killing of the vice president has to be reconstituted from a sound recording and flicker book separately, and yet the parts fail to sync. The film can’t be delivered, and America remains asleep as Nancy Allen dies on the roof as if only to make the right muted scream. The C-SPAN footage of Biden handling children may yet return to be a genuine classic, like the cockpit adventure in Airplane!, though in meme-space it already is.
There is really no difference, in fact, between paedophilia and paedophilia apophenia.
In the season 22 premiere of South Park, called ‘Dead Kids’, there are two plots, one that concerns how easy it is to overlook the massacre of children, the other focused on Cartman’s contention that Token is lying to him about the film Black Panther. Why is the ignorance of dead kids connected to race politics as a kind of front? Are they not the same thing? It turns out that Token really is lying about not having seen Black Panther. He has seen it but thought it sucked and so had to keep it secret. The very fact he needs to lie is a way for him not to confront a more internal dilemma—of race, and kids. Cartman’s bad conscious is not so entirely beautiful after all.
Everyone in the world is a racist. If you think otherwise, well, you’re the worst racist of all. Sarah Kofman once wrote that what the camps teach us is that there is ‘no limit to the destruction of man’. People who say cancel culture doesn’t exist are just impatient of what is about to happen. ‘Porn and candy; that’s what he had’, said James Safechuck in Leaving Neverland. ‘I’m just a boy, standing in front of the internet, asking it to cancel me’, said @gawkcid on 11 January 2019. ‘We built this city to rape your kids’, said Alex Jones in the March 2019 broadcast, ‘Google Announces Criticism Of Paedophilia Will Be Banned’.
Remember 2020? Looking back on that year, random shards can be held. Elon Musk said that you don’t need to have a college degree to work at Tesla. He added that ‘college is basically for fun and not learning’. Reading has been made superfluous by Trump, and why not? The unpersoning of dissenters has already begun to mimic the CCP social credit system—at least. I know that this is happening to you too. War will have been made on our very names, and on the thought that death is discrete from extinction.
But by that time, when that happens — which is in no time at all—it will have been too late. You and I are living under this—these end of universe conditions. When we look back from the future on 2020, it will be seen as a Golden Age. And this is what we all know now: if the present still belongs to America, it is because without it, the end would be too hard to bear.
To the ungenerated child within each of us, we say, ‘you are gone forever and yet I still want you more than ever’. To be desperately more-than-sad that the future is gone, the obscene dynamite allure of the attraction to the child. To want to touch more than I can, to know that touch can go away. To hunt for clues in the werewolf’s den. To be the last on earth to know what generation and beauty would have been.
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