READING NOTES #6
'Charlie' Trie, the China-Iran germ warfare trade, Wuhan in the 1990s, Joshua Citarella's psychosis-op, 'joshcitarellectuals' as and vs 'jonrafmancellectuals', and the null hypothesis.
These anonymised burner accounts I have shored against my ruins . . .
. . . Generic Post Zombie Formalism illustration . . .
No forreal. ‘Joshua Citarella’. There has never been a more contaminant example of a closeted NRx adherent, a self-confessed obsessive about right wing memes who once Trump loses LITERALLY cannot wait to have his name tattooed onto the Biden era QMap:
No forreal. The NRx retro-QMap-wannabe quantic-relapser generally defends themself with a screen-thin layer of 20th century moralism like a deadweight keeping them ( . . . ) from opening the door onto . . . something. He—it, rather, the anthropomorphist in meme-world couture humming as the background—constantly turns (out) to the digital portal and consults the archive, churns out more replica type beats from the imagined intern to keep the ident going, plans ahead on a collapsed bridge. Citarella is not the figure of the meme-realm’s retrieval from right wing hatred; but he is a one-eyed jack of the secret fascination with others’ hatreds, an avatar of the impassive jouissance of obsession with others’ mistakes. I want to be, you can hear him lately saying, just who I’m not. I can’t wait for Trump to lose so that I be the right wing meme artist-in-drag them/itself. Hence the unattractive maliciousness which has nothing to do with geometric charm or even with what Pulitzer (lol) Prize-winning New York magazine art critic Jerry Saltz calls Hunter’s Biden’s ‘Generic Post Zombie Formalism illustration’.
No forreal. On God. I swear that Joshua Citarella Inc. is psychosis-psyop unbound, maybe even corrupt like ‘Charlie’ Trie, and that knowing this tells you everything about the present you maybe don’t want or can’t want by now to know. This swindle is now endless, or always has been, sure, yawn, you’re telling me, and whatever, but does it really need to look just this bad?
No forreal. This is how the torsional data decks flash. I am creating non-admin-revealed accounts about myself to shore against proleptic universal ruin . . . look how the Lindy Effect scaled to the aesthetic domain. I voted for Bernie, knowing that he would lose, so that I should be cancelled by Biden and his tech admin, who I wanted to win, so that I could Striesand-effect more zombie ig accounts into ‘art’. In other words, see everyone who was on the artists4Biden I mean Bernie list in hell, and ask them to pass you their notes on soft cancellation. Build back better . . . or just ‘build out’ better with Justin Murphy on Girls Talk. Here’s another one: the return of Girls Talk as post zombie formal narcissism . . . or how Dasha was spectrally raped by Angel’s ex and didn’t even notice it.
What is it—anyway—with these zombie armies of memes accounts expecting you to follow, these Rafman and Citarella burner depots shoring up their defragged farm toy attention yo-yo’s against proleptic cancellation, don’t they smell just like all the old-time relapses of the Biden administration walking straight into tempophagic vore house even before it began?
No forreal. Don’t they smell just like extinction?
No forreal. Talking about shoring up against ruins TODAY, these undecidable (admin reveal prick tease) burner accounts aren’t ‘artistic’, or even ‘autistic’, or interestingly unhinged, they are prophylactic in a world without kissing. They go epistemologically bareback for species-being against inevitable future Auslöschung. This is what you call ‘the defensive motion of understanding’. They are belated Miya Black Heart Cyber Angel Baby im-poseurs. There they are, and there they always are in their way of being scorched by totalisation’s freeze-frame alien drip.
In the recycling of always the same unreadable reports on current events, ‘they’ as substituted recognize the defensive totalisation of ‘knowledge on the Web’, in other words, the truth of a half-knowing denunciation of the media. Let alone, the pure time of money.
‘They’—pure zombie anthropomorphism Inc. as our gangsta mirror stage on the heroin screen—defend against a cancellation that had already taken place, and so string everyone out/along. ‘Charlie’ Trie was the same, a friend of Bill Clinton in the 70s, owning a Chinese restaurant in Little Rock just like Curtis Yarvin owns a summer house in a friend of the Biden family’s garden, or in the same way that Kissick is a friend of Rafman, and on and on. Later, ‘Charlie’ Trie made large donations to the DNC from the CCP, and ‘Charlie’ Trie was a pivot in the China-Iran germ warfare trade, which the DNC greenlighted, and then ‘Charlie’ Trie disappeared, and then ‘Charlie’ Trie did this and then ‘Charlie’ Trie did that . . . and then later Hunter poses in his studio in the same way Oppressed Josh does. Those Trie Senate Hearings are still buggin’ out on YouTube. Dig them up yourself.
The idea of ‘no voter fraud’ and of an innocuous China looks counterintuitive to the point of being insane, or do I just mean empty? In the 1996 election alone, known in fact as ‘Chinagate’, you already had germ-warfare, the DNC in cahoots with Chinese agents, undeclared free gifts to HRC, and all this going on until interrupted by EVS’s intro in 2000 and 10 years of Republican fraud followed by Obama’s creation of Dominion in 2010. In fact, the climax of ‘Chinagate’ coincided exactly with the Lewinski scandal. It was considerable, and the Sino/election fraud-nexus so deep, and so superficial, involving ‘germ warfare’, already, that the relapsers needed a very unlimited hangout with no admin reveal at all.
But no forreal. Let’s call unlimited hangout what Paul de Man called ‘relapse’ and let’s say of this ongoing hangout what Tom Cohen said in 1999 of the going down lapse of null hypothesis as lethal:
A ‘relapse’ is anything but harmless, and may be deadly, terminal even: after all, it restitutes a humanist and aesthetic model that can appear to re(institute) not a humane but (what Benjamin) calls a ‘fascist order’—
Ugh, sounds like the Biden cabinet. Cohen also says that Benjamin said, before he killed himself because nobody would want to hang out with Adorno in New York, that the real ‘enemy’ was not Hitler but historicism i.e. the epistemographic and aesthetic meme-world occlusion that predated and would survive Hitler. Ditto in the present. If you look at just a small part of historical election fraud, the zero-evidencers have to be rejected as properly psychosis-op victims of a lexical sleight-of-hand the aesthetic state has engineered via null hypothesis bullying; and that goes all the way to them—I keep on meaning our zombie army, of course—blanking the final Real of what happens right now, which can’t be unblinked, expanding horizons of attenuation whose knowledge were all but gone out. Zero-evidence, zero-evidence, zero-evidence, the null hypothesis shoring its ruins against extinction . . . whereas the real question that appeared to remain wasn’t ‘evidence’, it was reading history, language power roving, in which immense fraud on both sides had been for a while a fait accompli to be expected, and more than a hangover extinction-primed.
‘Evidence’ was a hangout to distract you from the extent of the swindle, which is to say, sheer relapse—and the avowal never came, either on time or at all. Take Joshua Citarella’s ‘deep dive’ episode of ‘Memes as Politics’ on Dominion recently. 20 minutes long, that’s how deep it got. Inept, presumptuous, non-evidentiary; a sure sign of disavowal’s sealing of the doors. Citarella maintains, at the same time, that the DNC is one of the most corrupt organisations in the world and yet clears it of fraud in this election. No better example of null hypothesis psychosis can be found this side of Hunter Biden’s crack pipe in a museum in 3069. The relapse is world-deep, they tell us, but never ubiquitous.
Decentralised end-to-end voting platforms based on btc would have been, the same retards say, the only way of reforming EVS, which are totally corruptible, therefore election fraud (reform) and btc depended on one another. You couldn’t choose. But then, OK, the zero-evidence null hypothesis hardly looked like it would get there, right? As things stood, the fraud would deepen on both sides. Which was the point. The zero-evidencer and the Trumpian are both ‘they’, both sculpted out from default time as ‘us’—both part of the same relapse-spray-drip-wall-mounted trillionaire’s trilldo sculpture. How you get from Trie to 2020 and Suitcasegate is simple, not that it’s worth the travel arrangements. By 2020 the black-box impermeability of EVS systems is so sophisticated and the stakes so high (on rage) that the DNC—so we must speculate—moves the fraud from the primaries to the main election. The dots are by now are all but clear; you can only follow the traceless path to where it had to go. Evidence isn’t needed when something is already on the record, and has been passed through the Senate several times to no avail (in 1997, and 2000, I mean). ‘Evidence’ as such is also a distraction when EVS systems have had 2 decades to develop to the point where they destroy all traces of what they do. Besides, who would have expected to have all the facts of who killed JFK a month after the grassy knoll? Even so, they are there, for anyone who knows how to find.
But most of all, ‘evidence’ isn’t needed when it’s blanking, in general politico-historical tropology, was already ordered out.
1996: Chinagate. Two above is a screenshot from the 1997 report, ‘Senate Investigation Of Illegal Or Improper Activities In Connection With 1996 Federal Election Campaigns’, available here, p. 3.
‘Somebody Suspected Charlie Trie’, Opinion, The New York Times, 31 July 1997:
Anyone who doubts that campaign laws were violated need only study the case of Mr. Trie and Mr. Ng. Their laundering operation not only deserves further investigation by the Thompson committee but the closest possible scrutiny from the Justice Department.
And then the year of the rat:
BROOOO you got soyfaced by this shit. All the fatty media of negative nutrient airwaves or whatever. ‘Trie-Citarella-Rafman’. The neo-rat year of the neo-rat rat . . . The melancholy lapsing historian—played by me, but with an awareness of Alvin Greene bobblehead dolls—says for example that one of the main books on Chinese interference in 1990s American politics is Timperlake and Triplett’s Year of the Rat, How Bill Clinton Compromised U.S. Security for Chinese Cash. Damnnnnn ‘Charlie’ forreal. The first edition of the book came out in 1998. It contains no information about ‘germ warfare’ or on the ‘China-Iran germ warfare trade’ at all. The second edition of the book, crucially, contains new material, including ‘Chapter 16’ where there is a kind of ‘what happened next’ for various key actors, including Trie. The first edition had established how the Clinton-Gore administration had willingly compromised American security for millions of dollars in campaign contributions. As the authors put it,
In exchange for Communist Chinese money flowing into Clinton-Gore coffers, the administration turned a blind eye to—or, worse, lent support to—dangerous Chinese activities.
Trie was one of the main facilitators of that quid pro quo. But it is only in the second edition that key details are revealed. There are comical moments when for example we are told that ‘Trie was unable to explain satisfactorily to the FBI his own handwritten notes that included the words “Hughes”, “Boeing”, and “bribery”’. Or, when it is briefly mentioned that Trie ‘also informed the FBI that he had given First Lady Hillary Clinton a pearl necklace’. It is only here, in ‘Chapter 16’, that one of the ‘dangerous Chinese activities’ is described as germ or biological warfare.
How is the 1996 election and the Clinton/DNC funding scandal connected to this ‘China-Iran germ warfare trade’? Where is the ‘town’ referred to, but not identified in The Year of the Rat’s footnotes, where ‘China’s known germ warfare facility’ is located? What are zombie accounts now pretending to be? And why does universal spectral rape sound just like null hypothesis epistemology?
No forreal.