You a grown ass man making a grown ass man living, why you ain’t got a bitch?
Alright two things then. I don’t propose some purposely guided conspiracy by one super power to control and manipulate the market. It really isn’t that simple. The worst of capitalism, the instances where we see it at it’s best (the bezos), are not necessarily the results of the work of sinister men with bad intentions. And further, from a pro-cap perspective, the bezos would be fully praised for what they have done for the industry (jobs, affordable products, wide range of service, etc.).
Rather what is insidious is the blindly illogical structure of the system that forces people to be caps or pros, and forever engaged in the stupid and inefficient fighting between these classes.
Bro the classes are reel. I’m denying the conspiratorial shit, but insofar as Marx identifies a very concrete class of people with very specific common problems that they all share… and an identifiable ‘offender’ - again not guilty because caps r only doing what they are allowed by law to do - against which they all struggle superfluously… he wuz right on.
It is an incredibly, incredibly tremendously dumb situation from an economic point of view of the point of view of the pros.
Second thing. Ur not considering the killer who’s plunge into crime was not underscored necessarily from a feeling of powerlessness, but from an aberrant failure to recognize any moral restraint from doing so. U really have to believe me when I say they all r’nt complexed out like u think. Sometimes it is a pure indulgence in uninhibited hedonism that, while tempered by various conditions that put into place the propensity for such violent behavior, is not psychologically founded on compensation fantasies for dealing with feelings of inferiority.
Ted knew that the girls he killed were not some universal symbols of Stephanie. He is sane and intelligent enough to stand outside of his actions and recognize that each girl is not to blame for what happened between him and Stephanie… and at this point he disengages from his fantasy self and finds that what must still drive him is the exhiliration of the act with women who incidentally look somewhat like Stephanie, but are not instances is Stephanie.
See wut I’m saying. The cliche applied to Ted is erroneous. Once Ted matures enough, he begins to understand the conflict with Stephanie while at the same time, maintaining meaningful relationships with other women and functioning normally in those relationships with all the feelings of moral responsibility in relationships with ‘the woman’ in tact.
It is these very successes that trump the once dominant element of revenge that worked as a motivating factor in his earlier violence against women.
He’s past that retard shit. He’s no green river guy or an Ed Kemper. Ted has a singular love of the trade. The whole frontal lobe shuts down and the limbic system goes into hyperdrive. There is no psychology here, homes, no resentment over ignored love letters and no hot dates for the prom dance.
We can’t pretend to know what such states r like, but we are beyond phenomenological analysis here as the psychogical structures said to be controlling behavior are literally shut down.
And if our killer is intelligent enough to stand that separation and identification process of recognizing the arbitrariness of the idea that he ‘hates women’, he never again is motivated by that subterranean force that may have got him started.
Here’s another thing: you have mentioned many times that morality doesn’t exist, and that it is the purpose of a revolution to materially construct it.
And yet you absentmindedly judge everything in terms of whether it is moral, assuming a preexisting morality. Which, for a second digression in a row, completely disregards any study of structure or judgement of truth of a claim.
Essentially, Ted reached what we in the field call ‘lecter level’, or ‘full hannibal’ as a coworker of mine once refered to it.
If this weren’t pathological, you would easily be able to see that, if there is no morality, lack of morality cannot be a drive for anything.
Importantly, you and the hypothetical Foucault aren’t even explaining away the objections in terms, say, of the ruling class conspiracy you both attach to pathologically. You altogether avoid it. Not consciously, you’ll understand.
To try to explain it away, even in terms of your own constructs, would be to acknowledge that it exists, and thus the possibility on any level that your pathological concoctions might not be real.
You see? They aren’t intellectual postulations. They are pathological compulsions.
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I don’t want to imply by all this that Foucault wasn’t a next level genius. He was. He even questioned the individual, which puts him head and shoulders above pretty much everyone else. Not the ego, that’s already an interpretation, a product of the analysis of some functions of the individual. The individual as a subject. Where he faltered was in not then questioning the Marxist collective he arrived at (for the reasons I stated).
I mean, it doesn’t take a philosophical prodigy to realize that Marx, too, would have to be the product of the tensions of the genealogy of the power of the ruling classes. Foucault was able to apply that to himself, but not to Marx (for the reasons I stated). Because you would be able to apply that dichotomy to anything. Except, of course, the assumptions it requires in order to function, namely the socialist collective.
That’s why Baudrillard, a true paladin of the intellect, named one of his great works “Oublier Foucault.”
This was a man with a deep admiration for Foucault, and, I believe, a close friend.
“You a grown ass man making a grown ass man living, why you ain’t got a bitch?”
Several reasons. One is, I’m required by law to show this video to anyone I’m dating. Another is, I don’t have my own crib, and I ain’t tryna bring-a-hoe to my momses house. You feel me?
Look, you don’t have to marry a bitch, she doesn’t have to know every last thing about a nigga.
The mom’s house can be a problem though.
Still though, I had this bitch once when I was staying at my mom’s house, got to the point where she would beg me to come inside.
It’s all bullshit man, all in the head.
Spring an invite on em like Ted would spring some ropes and duct tape.
When my mom kicked me out I told her like look, maybe we won’t be seeing much of eachother, and she was like nooo stay here.
You gotta understand how bitches think.
Actually the best is when you don’t invite them.
You just say hi and make your presence, and then before you leave they will be asking you out.
That’s a promise homey.
Look 'em dead in the eye.
What you have to understand, and what you will see once you start getting out there, is that your prison experience didn’t make you weaker than other men. It made you considerably stronger.
Most men are weak minds that have never been tested. Soft inside.
Naw I got it. It just ain’t happening as fast as I thought it would. Got out in 2017 and thought I’d be out of the old lady’s house in a couple years max.
I just need to hunker down and take more jobs cuz I’m slackin off and spending money and eating out and all that shit. I got a deck to stain Thursday and a replacement window to do in the next week.
Got a tramadol prescription finally. Like low budget oxycodone. It’ll dumb me down so I can work I hope. Took two couple hours ago and I’m pretty slippery right now.
Maybe charge market rates and shit.
Hire you some Mexicans.
OK maybe forget the Mexicans.
But it’s not crazy, you know? Abuse the disks of some other motherfucker.
I fucking hate opioids. They gave me some the first weeks of rehab and it felt like I was drowning all the time.