Dear, Generation-Z...

 Dude'z! ...I just had an epiphany! 

With all this  attention being paid to  Gen-X now, it go me thinking, "how does a generation of people go unnoticed?"

Is it because gen-x doesn't hype itself?

...partially. I think the reason that my generation is off-the-books, may be because we had shitty economic-lives. The fact that we didn't write a lot of articles about being broke, was exploited (taken as permission), by the money-machine as a cue-to-silence about the real state of the economy.

The fact is, when gen-x went to work, is when the boomers and silent generation decided to do a slow-siphon of all the money. 

1) We were the beta-test group for jacking up college-tuition, so bank-loans would be needed, to get an education that our parents were telling us was needed in a "competitive-ecomomy", but in reality-

2) -The boomers (i say boomers cause they call the shots, but grown-up frat-bros of all ages were doing the dirty work) were prepping us with their "competitive-economy"-psyops to also beta-test if American-workers could be driven as hard, and paid as much as the Chinese, who they were considering as replacements for us. 

They jacked-up manufacturing production, then:

- put us on 12-hr workdays.

-laid us off.

-and rehired us through temp-companies so they wouldn't have to pay us benefits.

In the end, they got fat off our desperation, then kicked us out into an economy with nobody paying anything-

3)-Except to the Millennials. Who they trained in high-schools to become code-writers, constructing their new "Digital-economy". 

Meanwhile, we are jumping from job to job, as the brick-and-mortar companies are falling like dominoes under our feet.

4) They tried to turn us against the Millennials, so everyone would be (further)-distracted from the economy by (more) bullshit. It didn't work, because we had more important shit to think about, like-

5) The housing-bubble bursting, leaving gen-x homebuyers (who often needed to take in boarders to help pay the mortgage-costs we couldn't afford because of the aforementioned student-loans, and chronic unemployment/underemployment. 

The boomers got double-paid on that one! And the money kept rolling-in because, now-

6) -we were living in apartments, and rented homes, whose prices got jacked-up by Millennials moving to the "more-affordable, cooler/less full of fascists" cities.

Note: We were beta-tested on Seattle, so you guys could be maneuvered to move to Austin, Portland, Atlanta, etc., which-

7) -are a few of the cities that boomers have used venture-capital-investment-companies to buy up apartment-buildings and homes to be re-purposed for rental. These cheaper(-than-NYC/LA/San Francisco, etc)-cities, now new-homes to the Tech-giants, attract the millennial-techies, who gentrify, and Gen-z, gig-economy-working 

social/intellectual-refugees, who share space in rental-properties, whose prices are are now exponentially-rising, because that's how the boomers (and their psychooathic-sicophants) planned it! 

And guess what? When the housing-bubbles burst again, this time the Millennials will be under-water, and the fucking boomers will probably still get a double-payout, as the FED will probably deem their investments to be "too-big to fail"!

... just like they did in 2008.

So, now that I've established that gen-x and gen-z are family, I hope you guys can spread this knowledge, like you do.

That would be cool.

For your present, and the future of all

 It's  like how the rich could not exist without the poor, to measure against.

 Whiteness only has meaning, because it created blackness, as a permanent measure of inferiority, that gives value to the existence of "white"-skin, and thereby White-life.

 And whiteness created the laws that punish those that would upset that balance.

It's  said that "Race" doesn't exist as biology, but as a concept. Which is true. 

It is also a self-sustaining delusion, that whiteness forces all human beings to adhere to. 

Think about that.

 That is toxic-Narcissism in effect on a global-level! 

In forcing the world to conform to these toxic-lies, (through an organized system of terrorism called "Imperialism"), White-Supremacy has a global-machine in place, that forces all of humanity to live a lie. It forces humanity into accepting a toxic-delusion as reality.  

This is not a metaphor.  White-supremacy, and by the transitive-property, "Whiteness"-itself; forces all people to accept lies as truths, and immorality as the proprietary, (ie; the proper and approved manner of societal-conduct.

For example:

 There is an entire branch of law that deals with real-estate, and land ownership. But how can any real-estate law be valid, if the land in question is not "owned", but stolen by mass-murderers? Mass-murderers whose victims would have willingly shared the land. And shared it not as a commodity, but as a free human-necessity.

But the mass-murderers were  also Toxic-Narcissists and psychopaths.  They were liars, con-men and thieves, who terrorized the poor-masses, by creating rules and laws that guaranteed that their psychopathic-children would forever benefit; at the expense of the masses of the poor.

If you buy a house today, you buy it from the children of mass-murderers, who like their fathers, continue the made-up  reality, that the earth is something that can be sold.

 
And because of white-supremacy, you have been trained to see this as normal, desirable, and moral. 

Which makes you a person, living through a shared psychotic-delusion.
A delusion enforced by laws, which are written and enforced by the narcissistic,  and the psychopathic.

And that's what's common to ALL-people. The extra horrors, created just for the non-white people, to keep them in a state of permanent-injury... that's a book in itself.

Please share.

I think I ran into an Undercover Confederate-Hammer-Skin, at the bar last night

 He was with a fella I know, down the street, a guy I knew from college and a tomboy.

I complimented the tomboy on her androgynous good-looks, and told her that I'm an old-boy; which got me into the subject of my Wildboy-Theory.

I start explaining it to guy-down-the-street, but this bald-headed fucker could not seem to be able to absorb information coming from a masked-negro. He kept trying to one-up, me, or derail my focus. Finally; I  just said, "Stop trying to dominate me."

His response was, "I'm not trying to dominate you! I Just got started talking! You've been talking for 20-minutes..."

He was being a perfect example of my point: 

95% of Boys around 13, are conned out of their true-personality, and are sold an idea; an archetype of MAN, to conform-to. But since they're only 13 years-old, they can't fulfill the archetype, so they start pretending. Pretend-confedince, pretend-knowledge. They're like caterpillars; encasing themselves in a hard shell, and waiting to become butterflies, except wisdom doesn't magically-appear alongside physical-stature.

Which is just as well, because the ability to think-independently, is considered a handicap, and a boy-weakness. So for the next 4-years, the man-ling is tasked to become a "disciplined", rule-following order-obeying, test-taker. 

Essentially; he is lobotomized. His thoughts are no longer his own. His purpose, is to become whatever his society needs him to be. He becomes his; EGO. The image he has of himself, is based on what others see him as.  His true-self is discarded, and quickly forgotten. He becomes a competition-machine, and upon graduation, he is set loose to become, an aggressive-competitor/consumer, and sire of future-generations of agro-comp-cons.

Which is what the baldy was doing while I was attempting to explain my plan for a future of humane-individuals. I actually  had to tell him, that I was stopping because he was getting so worked-up.

While I was trying to quickly spit-out my thesis, onion-head was interrupting me in (what seemed-to-me) a timed-pattern. 

The weird thing was he kept moving the subject to be his daughter, instead of his son.

I've  dealt with that particular-vibe, all my life, so things came to naught. 

It's just eternally fascinating to watch a White Man become unhinged, because a "Black"-man speaks with eloquence and authority. And I  don't think that I'd be wrong to suggest, that in his mind, I was making him look mediocre. 

A short INTJ-rant

 *please excuse any spelling-errors. I wrote the below, on the fly.*

I was watching the unused Joker-scene, from "The Batman"-movie.

It's one piece of the teasers and trailers, that caught my eye, as a continuation of Hollywood's innacurate-portrayals, of mental-illness.

In the clip, the Joker is obviously a Sadist, but also an extreme-masochist, (a "pain-freak") as he is covered with healing-wounds, which are presented as being compulsively self-inflicted.

Self-mutilation is an unconsious-neurotic thing,  a conscious dissociative-thing, or a sexual-fetish. 

The Joker character is mutilating himself because he gets off on pain, even if it is his own. 

Which, other than Albert Fish, is unheard of amongst Organized Psychopathic serial-killers. (Fish only managed to elude police as long as he did, because of the ineffective investigation-techniques of the early 20th-century).

That part bugged me because it's  positioning an extremely-deviant-behavior in the place of an actually recognized mental-illness. 

Typical "Hollywood-crazy" bullshit. It comes from writers being raised on TV-show/Movie-versions of insanity, but never actually having much (if any) actual contact with real-world people, displaying symptoms of a recognized form of Mental-illness.

 A person that takes so much pleasure in pain, that they continuously rip their flesh, to get-off,  would not be able to function in society, and would probably die young in a homeless-camp.

No way could they have the focus to pull off ingenious criminal-capers.

The closest I've ever seen ANY actor come to portraying a true-to-life mental-illness, in a Supervillain, was Frank Gorshin's portrayal of Riddler.

People focus on the goofy laugh, but pay attention to what he's doing in the clip below. 

In my opinion, it is an excellent portrayal of a rapidly-cycling manic-depressive.

https://youtu.be/oJ-_sj9jUIM

 

Finding good comic-books is like spotting Bigfoot. And that depresses the hell out of me

When I was 13-16,  I managed to get ahold of every issue of Raw, and the Raw books: Big Baby, Jimbo, Invasion of the Elvis-zombies, Maus, and Francoise Mouly's "X".

There might have been more, but I forget. The books were very well-done.

Raw magazine, (however) was overrated NYC-bullshit. It reminded me of cocaine; seeming to almost reach something important,  but never getting there.

Which is my problem with 99% of today's indie-comics, and why I was ambivalent about being included in those Best American Comics volumes. The material has no objective-value. Poorly drawn, poorly-designed, "experiments" created by people who have bypassed the learning of fundamentals. 

The creators are self-congratulating hacks, who have successfully used social-media to build an audience consisting of both- 

A:) People  who are dedicated to being "nice", (and therefore hold only ad-hoc tastes, and opinions), and

B:) People who buy comics because the creator is seen online as, cute/sexy/popular/etc.

This is a situation that builds egos, and prevents the owners  of those egos from improvement, originality or innovation, because they've  built around themselves an audience lacking any depth, or discernment. Or in other-words; each hack-creator is encased in a cocoon of mediocrity. 

The Archie blogs

 https://theartoffankastye.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-wrong.html

https://theartoffankastye.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-future-and-beyond.html

https://theartoffankastye.blogspot.com/2011/04/archie-or-escher.html

https://theartoffankastye.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-say-no-no-way.html

https://theartoffankastye.blogspot.com/2011/01/did-you-hear-that-my-jenny-got-drawing.html

https://theartoffankastye.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-just-like-me-only-you-get-to-sit.html

https://theartoffankastye.blogspot.com/2010/12/go-girlfriend-get-her-good.html

https://theartoffankastye.blogspot.com/2010/12/white-editor-be-keeping-brother-down.html

https://theartoffankastye.blogspot.com/2010/12/veronica-lodge-teenage-escort.html

https://theartoffankastye.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-archie-why.html

Memories of Tomorrow

 I was just thinking, about how I discovered and became a stoic. But it would be decades later until i  connected this thing i had been doing to an actual school of thought. Same thing with yoga and meditation. I used to have long hours of disinterest in anything when i was  kid, so i would contort my body into knots. Some of the poses became ecstatic and I'd fall into a deep meditative state, (although i had no idea that's what it was) and in that state my conscious-mind would go into a rescess, and i would hear the voice of my subconsciuos, as though i was in a sound-booth. I had no idea what it was, but i was instinctively aware that Christian-thought would see it as what they called "demon-inspired" activity. But with my conscious thinking under lock and key, none of this concerned me, because i knew, from some greater pool of understanding that all of what was happening had a name, if not presently, then at some future time, or alternate-existence that existed all the same.

In that deep state, i would ponder things that a 10 year-old could not logically be pondering, which were (even at present) beyond the limitations of the scientific-method of physicists. And i would pack these understandings away, knowing that they would be somehow retrievable to me at a later date.

That said, along with puberty came a change in both interests and perceptual-ability, and i would eventually disavow what happened as "kids-stuff" or "fantasy". And it wasn't until college, when i started smoking weed, that my mind once again was able to return to that lost state of enhanced-perception. But even then, i didn't connect it with what had happened during childhood. I'd forgotten.

I didn't remember until maybe 5 years ago, when i started taking notes during my trip-spurned meditations. 

Forward to last month, i was on a low-level trip when something i saw triggered an implanted-memory.

This will probably sound fantastic, (as if it already hasn't gone beyond that point) but i recalled clearly a time right on the cusp of puberty where my parents had taken me to some godawfully bleak psycho-thriller of a movie, which was digging its way into me, ans i did what i always did; i pulled my knees to my chest, clenched my eyes, placed my palms firmly against my ears (thumbs-down), plugged my ears with the tips of my pinky-fingers, and softly-hummed.

I went into my subconsciuos-mind, and was pondering my situation.  One realization that i had was that there was a specific age at which humans would be old-enough to be invaluable to the economy, but not yet be locked into dependence on jobs for survival. It would also be an age at which they were still young enough to retain some part of the morality and sense of optimism of children. I also realized that such a group could cripple the system by refusing to participate in its evils. Just sit down and refuse to work or buy. I didn't know how they could possibly contact each other to set the plan up, but i made sure to store the thought for the future. All of this is taking place in my subconscious-mind as a series of overlapping full-color images. The thought went into a crate, and the crate went up, and rushed down a muticolored-tunnel, past minutes, hours, months, and years, and i felt it place itself in the correct location for retrieval at the appropriate-time. 

And last month was when the memory unlocked. In a time, where youth are dejected, unemployed, and being used as acceptable-losses in dying-capitalism's last-ditch psychopathic effort to retain a hold. A time where these young-people are easily able to plan and execute a mass-revolt.

I went to work crafting a meme, that on it's surface seemed humdrum, but to a few perceptive 18-23 year olds would hit them as as the spark for something doable.

I posted the meme on Facebook, twitter and Instagram, at 4am (to make sure it would be the first thing on people's feeds when they got up) along with a caption briefly recalling my memory, asking people to PLEASE just share the post with their friends. And I waited. 

And 24 hours later i quit all social-media, because not one person had shared the important post.

This may sound like a joke, or a story-outline, but it's not. Everything happened just as i said. And now I've realized, after 35 years of trying to tell people about vital things that they don't want to hear,  that they won't listen. They are to selfish, stupid, or broken. I did the best i could, but I'm done now.

About 3 years ago i found out that the Latin-root of monster, is "munstrum". Do you know what a munstrum is? It is a warning, or portent to man. A thing born different as a warning messenger to man.