2 : speed texting
“If you change the approach you really are after the heart and soul
of the nation. Economics are the method;
the object is to change the heart and soul”
Margaret Thatcher [Sunday Times, 3 May 1981]
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Today is 3 of May -2020- and I will put down in next lines a speed texting about some news; one of them is how Matt Hancock, our Health and Social Care Secretary, sent thousands of tests to homes as if it were war drone propaganda. Kits delivered to houses without a return label.
“The numbers: 39,753 lab tests. new lighthouse labs: 39,153 in drive-through centres etc. Home kits — 27,497 delivered. 12,872 delivered through satellite process. So the government DIDN’T hit its target of 100,000 tests being CARRIED OUT on April 30.” *
*vox political. 1 May, 2020
*The Tory government pledged to test 100,000+ people per day from the end of April. Yesterday the BBC and swathes of the mainstream media heralded their great success in reaching the kind of testing capacity that Germany managed a month ago. In reality their own figures admitted that 73,191 people were tested. Additionally, it’s become clear that they changed the definition of ‘test carried out” to include testing kits put in the post. Following the punk instructions of the 70’s, DIY.
So that’s not even people receiving tests, let alone getting results, it’s just the decision to rewrite the rules then fire out tens of thousands of self-test kits on the same day in order to save the Tory government from embarrassing itself. Any decent media would call this pathetic deception what it is, but the BBC were happy drilling their role in this deliberate half-truth campaign.
Here are two speed declarations by Matt Hancock* at the beginning of April;
* “we’ve seen, very sadly, four doctors die so far and some nurses”
* “We took very, very seriously what your father (Dr Chowdhury) said and we’ve been working around the clock to ensure that there’s enough protective equipment”
The Gov has been working around data while women and men have been working around people infected. The government never bearded in mind labors because people for them are machines, hired clock workers. It seems that their cool-blooded minds are waiting for trackable disorders.
They worked and stil working changing laws in an accelerated dismantling of the state healthcare system to be outsourced to private sector as… Deloitte, KPMG, Serco, Sodexo, Mitie, Boots and the US data mining group Palantir and the extraordinarily dodgy Tory-linked data firm Faculty.
Friedrich Hayek “In Modern times there have of course
been many instances of authoritarian governments under
which personal liberty was safer than under democracies”
It must be assumed that ‘intelligence’ as an evolutionary tool between humans has been clamped down centuries ago. Like the lavish praise to modernity and “developmentalism” attests. The twentieth century has been the adaptation to social forms of fear. I mean; almost 500 million of deaths caused by wars, holocaust, ideology… clearly intended to undermine the empowerment and advancement of people, obviously our civilization had crossed swiftly the line of its own horizon. In the new paradise there is no trembling and nothing feared whatsoever. The new century is a perpetual race towards The Paradise of the Artificial Intelligence. The current pandemic is only the confirmation of how the “state of exception” has been implemented so easily defining modern politics.
Heal, heal, butt of a rat, if it doesn’t heal today, it’ll heal tomorrow
Heal, heal, butt of a rat, if it doesn’t heal today, it’ll heal tomorrow
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I compose another lyric…
’til when we are rambling around this smart machine?
’til when this game drilling the children
in what they should say today?
Why not smart bruvs around the machine?
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BOO BOO BYE BYE a long way to happycrazy lane
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One can define this way as an “emotional democracy” in the finger buffet of techno-scientific knowledge. Squeeze your buttocks pals. A hunky-dory to safeguard obscene profits of bankers and “absent” governments. Even after a decade of being forced to pay for the bankers’ crisis through an extreme austerity, wage repression, public service cuts — brains can’t quiver. Only clap with the ears. Puzzled brains exposed as bricks in the same wall, safeguarding currencies.
Stacked Brains. Without air between, we would cease to think but the crutches of technology provide us a plausible inertia law. I’m wondering, what it took for our entire species, to evolve from grunts to gab? Movement creates behaviour and a natural drift critical thinking. Without space our perceptions are squeezed so does the sense of orientation in order to travel at distance, touch at distance, be at-distance-in-an-exhausted-sedentary happy-life… endless …
In the twentieth century we’ve witnessed the total application of techno-scientific knowledge to stock production. A population altogether petrified into a small screen embracing the idea of a public good against a common enemy in what Spinoza wondered: “why do men fight for their servitude as if it were their freedom?” As simple as man is awakened to have fear from men.
But beyond this suffered opression, freedom very often becomes a sharp turn to interests and exploitation. The current coronavirus served us a finger buffet where we could see doomed inequalities in the evaluation drill of equality. Maybe it is time to make a few questions. Afro descendants and Asian, for example, why are dying at more than triple the rate of white Britons? Why, in a city as unequal as São Paulo can the mortality rate reach 60% in certain neighborhoods and in other neighbourhoods to 2%? Isn’t it systemic racism?
Will the British government provide likely targets to demonstrate real leadership and reshape UK food system for the better? It’s really allowable the US imports into UK of low-quality foods? or chlorinated chickens? food which won’t get on the lowest rung’ of the UK’s food-standards ladder.
More questions could emerge from the reversed medicine role, as can work as a fuel for disease. The use of antibiotics not only in the human species, but also in livestock, enhances bacteria resistance and encourages the appearance of bacterial strains that are increasingly difficult to fight. Vaccine production is late in the emergence of an epidemic. Patents, industrial secrets and the negotiation of pharmaceutical companies with the State delay the vaccine appliance in the infected population. Population had been compelled into an adaptation of the social forms of fear to new forms of love. Understanding the productivity as the maximum expression of methodological happiness framework. The control of memory. The simplest and cheapest solution. New technologies have introduced the possibility of making human cognitive outdated. So we are clamping in a cogni-totalitarian era.
We are heading towards a planet with three social classes:
the powerful,
the consumers
and the excluded.
By the way -happy lane- new technologies to design these new generations forms. Nothing new on earth beneath. It could be experimented as a regular anthropological rehab but sometimes seems that efforts at generalization by anthropology has forgotten its greatest discovery; the human being depended and thrived on cooperation, not on isolated struggles against others for supremacy. Only the Power suggested the latter.
“…the object is to change the heart and soul”
(Margaret Thatcher)
The state serves for example to the following. Italy; 60,000 immigrants pilled in concentration camps in Libya -built- by the Marco Minntini’s willingness, this slave bodies finally went to Sicily to pick tomatoes under the designs of agroindustrial companies. In such a world, the community disappears, the State does not exist and the tomato consumer must be connected 24 hours a day 7 days a week to his smartphone even sleeping the smartwatch monitors dreams. He’s so connected to don’t lose his fearful identity.
The tomato customer is now locked at home watching the news. Such a greedy society! –he thinks squeezing his brain. Netflix will be his later choice. Mr Tomato is surrounded by evanescent landscapes and State becomes magically paper tiger in those eyes unable to feel because the inner world, not manifested, goes vague and imprecise. It’s crucial to remember, eyes are a very important part of the brain condition. In a certain way I believe words pass by means of eyes, at least in the ways of seeing.
The rhetoric of temporality reveals the political desire — don’t bypass the bidirectional sensorymotor-affective structures, imbedded in its thalamocortical networks, which had facilitated somewhat our relations to the material world in the past. As result; a harrowing zombie controlled by streams of analysed and activated data…
“Whoever control the people’s fears becomes master of their souls”
-Niccolò Machiavelli
…and furthermore which control the love and desire stories.
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THE LOST ARKode
Today, computer-mediated communication (CMC) plays a significant role in the formation of romantic relationships. How quickly cherished dreams are forgotten! How easy selfish people is supplied! How insensitive the heart and soul could be? Crisis, what crisis? Elections, what elections? Citizens only needs a crush, a match, a sprinkle of sugar for some weekend to feel masters of the universe with only a clic. Floating in fleeting encounters.
Lingering on social relationships permanently produces physical unease; to foster its spread further jailed domestication. Ding-a-ling. You had a crush. In Spain we have next childish sentence “deshojando la margarita” that means “pulling the petals of the daisy” to play “she loves me, she loves me not”.
Slide to the left or slide to the right.
I’m a fellah.
I’m a lass.
Let’s have a thrust.
These flowers were bastions of that pretty bourgeoise in those 60s when the revolution leap of love and transitional demands, intellectually stimulating but hailed in matchmaker social events and assimilated into this new age of surveillance and biometrics.
For understanding prevailing regime we need to date the (CMC) outbreak when the “self” lost the affective and sensous insight, as resulting; humans always have a dislocated felling of mimetic nostalgia, from the cave paintings to this perfect modus vivendi -@ digital home. A mobile E-space that can take us to anywhere. In this moment is easy to imagine billions of communications dweling into digital screens. Billions of videoconferences becoming more like doctrine than inspiring activity. Billions of happychondriac eternal-childs hyperstimulated with videogames meanwhile Mum is doing yoga online and sharing on Instagram a lavish cold dish of exotic food, waiting for likes’ elections; the rule of the thumb. It’s funny to think how this fat finger, erected, seems to point own nose. Increasing billions.
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These previous weeks I’ve wasted lot of time on different web-dates and chatroulettes to practice my English here in Cambridge, or at least, to find someone to improve it and make a friend. It was heartbreaking and I was near to die numbed in such binary outlook. The handling of the system is simple. Automated. Minds lurking raw flesh. The user has a profile with fancy pictures and it’s presented for quick consumption. There are two type of persons. Those who look for someone to talk and share the same likes and those who look for a different kind of persons and have fishy discusses. They all become part of a virtual life having access to another virtual nest nicely feathered. I haven’t been successful after some dating so I shut down that and looked for conversations on interpals, random cam videos, chat roulettes. Raid cheers in a duked spiral which engulf each one into a big platform on track more than a decade ago. I remember the web chats like “terra” where people nicknamed as “daddy20cmts” or “laddylush” exchanged a conversation among hundreds of daft folks having hailstone conversations. Speed texts in speed dating. Nowadays (ComputerMediatedComunication) is linked with Facebook, Instagram to automate information and hence to automate us as a robot constantly supervised to linger the settled happiness. I was a lucky guy because Tinder banned me. This can be clinching evidence so conversations are stalked because my only reprehensible action was embrace these thoughts. Sincerity is take seriously feelings, our skin, our pure veracity actually.
Therefore, I took chance in ‘open-minded’ app dating. One of them was ‘feeld’ for polyamorous consumers and people who categorize themselves with a long list of equivocal names as sapiosexual, pansexual, demisexual, bi-curious, aroace, lithosexual “refers to a person who may experience sexual attraction but does not want it reciprocated”… seriously?. Also known as Akoisexual, so serious. I dated with a Mexican girl, who started naming his other two relations and me who was looking for someone to drink a coffee and have a good conversation but it was becoming repulsive. That was the last date because for her I had a sad glance. Later I saw her with bitter face walking alone many times. I started a chat then with someone named MissLaylaD who started with the boring theme of how people get offended about polyamorous… so I deepened, depicting in few lines some of my experiences but sharing no few lines about my critical awaking mind. Her answer was “there isn’t a hard and clear line between sincerity and superficiality…” and after a direct fuck off because my language has the ability to make think she said bye-bye. My experience in the beguiling “app” was the opposite of be primal and responsible, I found murky mirrors and empty hearts. There where I read “ethically-non-monagumus” I checked sexually selfish. Unable to efforts actually and very difficult to move them from Vanity Fair speech, diminishing all precious thing sexual diversity entails and despising the porous nature of sexuality.
Browsing on internet to find information about “speed dating” origins etc. I stumbled with some works for professors, like (Speed dating in Art Class, cool idea for an icebreaker!). Here I recall Walter Benjamin considering the decadence of arts and the arrival of the post-modernisms “It begins to be based on another practice: politics.” “A reception in a state of distraction” allowing the audience to adopt a more critical but distanced attitude: “the public is an examiner, but a distracted tester.” The audience to be “normal” and to be able to new norms maintains one’s own normative power. A lawful inequality. The long-desired modern development of petit-bourgeoisie society.
One also might mention “The manifest” of Marx “
”The bourgeoisie cannot exist except on the condition of incessantly revolutionizing the instruments of production and, by default, the relations of production, and with it all social relations”
“Revolutionizing” it sounds very distracting indeed.
When I was recently using online dating for likely “pen-pals” based on matching algorithms my presentation card was — I’m not a robot and this application peeves me. I don’t want to be exanimated likewise I don’t judge you for have your normative-flag behind a selfie. By that moment I had around 20 chats each day in a not happy drilling mood. By moments I felt myself as a bunch of insensitive words into an ocean of hypertexts, using alternative forms of online interaction before swap numbers or Facebook profiles. The digital attraction precedes the social attraction. Obviously through the engagement of mainstream media a parallel process occurs into politics. Here’s a new history of auto-confinement, auto-discipline and auto-punishment monitoring behavioural phenotypes, leanings and sensitivities. Making the virtual more real than the real.
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Here near mine isn’t any boo boo bye bye! to pull me up. Even if I listen the socialists unveiling the half-truths of the government. After all, I haven’t had a real contact or good conversation with anybody. My target when I was looking for chat-mates was clear, be judgmental and picky, increasing the likelihood to find the correct people. O’Poor Danny Boy! I still looking inwards to find and extirpate this sick void bequeathed by no human contact. Through the wishy washy digital conversations, the vital key for the coexistence is vanished. The social relations became promise for a better future and it’ve created in me a sort of “depressive disorder” and there isn’t any emoji which could heal me. It was implemented a prison system in my intimacy, a surveillance of behaviour. It wasn’t clear the line between sincerity and superficiality.
One could blame on English land-use stiff practices, pandemic circumstances or saying it’s a fault condition on dating applications although so to speak I can´t blame on naïve tools.
I pumped enough information to determine if a user is handled as a product and somehow such user gives a rate for response.
The art of conversation is dead,
and almost everyone who knows how to speak
will soon be dead.
Guy Debord (1967)
Adapting the insignificance of my limits I expand the hollowness of my own goals. I feel as a human (homo user) conditioned by makeshift hypertexts. This brutality turns my memory into a forced evanescence. When this horrible matters occurs I just get my bicycle and ride to a tranquil spot. Driven somewhat my head reminds some gentle reality almost forgotten and I close my eyes allowing the pain be released. Awakening the consciousness of the inner world to “aware” the outer world in a certain respect.
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I need to elaborate some precisions about consciousness and awareness.
People’s experiences nourish consciousness and hence awareness emerges.
Two traced lines that should be in parallel and connected, experiences nourishing consciousness; and awareness emerging. The consciousness is a process extended in time widely spread by the environmental and cultural scaffolding.
In no way (as the doctrines want to oversimplify) consciousness is an alien organ of awareness. Neither awareness is an acquired Good. It is not the ability to distinguish good from evil surrounding the way.
To explain better this difference between consciousness and awareness and don’t be stranded out this chapter I will take a blunt example; males and females emiting a crap glow to attract mates, a flashing consciousness.
A fancy picture that only gives to us an instant of crap, mostly posted of their younger selves flourished with a timeless creepy conversation to bin swiftly. It’s a certain zombified use of language. Awareness could occur to me finding someone who draws me out of my knackered lane. I admit defeat. I did it by the only reason that I need to think, develop my aware meanwhile I reach out to someone. I’m not comfortable in a codified area as a zoomable-ego who only considers about his own thoughts, in this way losing contact with the reality and furthermore clutched to live in a world of illusions and trivial matters. Gloomy. Inasmuch the self-esteem unwinds in a bad human nature and making stronger the boundaries of the ego to protect herself. A puppet with a neuronal subsumption entrenched into the cogni-capitalism. The aware as a biological peculiarity of the brain. *
- For deepest information see [Warren Neidich / Shoshana Zuboff / Nils Makauskas ].
A place to be
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Grammarians are prone to say all stative verbs signify states but they are wrong in part. Many do not. I may intend to go, but I cannot be in such intending state of mind. In the same way many (slaves of idealism) aren’t in a real state of consciousness but partaking in hashtagging and inertial homogenization of needs and consumption patterns, excess of images, speed texts, in a difficult position to mind the recent past. Past as a former, as a social phenomenon. Thereby, the psychological inscriptions of Power on the surface of our mind is commanded by overaccelerated transmission of texts and meanings to block any kind of spontaneity, to frustrate mutual aid excluding those who simply want to grow their roots. We are hereby very needed of an elmental production of a colective meaning, it is more needed than ever. A grammar of the collective body.
Yesterday -29 of May- I travelled to London. My thin wheeled bicycle came along with me by train until a marooned city. It was my first time there and I had the feeling to have been in a non-place, in a scrambled game of identities; monuments, leisure parks, encircled by rude streets to be rush through. Although in the gardens I saw many toy-men laser-shaved, fed by protein-shake, someone staring at me… “I’m a man. I workhard ” Right! he has a good card and a personal hairdresser. This pretty bourgeoisie is transformed into machines to support capitalism, exposed to a cyclic lifespan at the defined birth moment; the mandatory inoculation of vaccines, the essentially processed and transgenic food, fats and sugars; purely determinist teaching with vocations defined by mandatory programs, tests and questionnaires in which our brothers, sisters and friends are reduced to the expression of human capital, in continuity with what has been pointed out and defined in the Bank’s strategy and hairdresser for decades. Consequently, I’m the mugger urged to be stamped out as quickly possible. Me, also known as a man who walks between sumptuous buildings, the lockdown doesn’t let me hear the music of city-pounds. I walk around those museums of looted art from exotic countries, the same colonized places where were born the ancestors of that cold-blooded work-hard-man who stared at me.
Today-30 of May- 14 pacific protesters have been arrested and hauled for holding a cartoon, standing 4m away from other people in Parliament Square. Nevertheless, those parks where I was yesterday, this weekend are overcrowded massively. Even here in Cambridge the same weekend is not uncommon to look a dead cow suffocated by picnic rubbish the same day. This same filthy people will be queuing -I can swear- with their big cars at McDonalds next cloudy weekend.
The individual becomes “case” to spark interest on disciplinary technology. The individual assesed is merely sensor and data transmitter. Speed texts. Inspectors of their own condition the scientist becomes qualified gamekeeper, developing hypotheses that can serve to alleviate the disease; the private initiative becomes developer of new services in the form of new applications aimed at cherish data for sweet use and stark interpretation.
Browsing the E-net I found the next letter. David Cameron (so-called by Boris) “girly swot”
Prime Minister’s letter to Cabinet Ministers on government transparency and open data», 2011…
[…so, as you know, transparency is at the heart of this government’s agenda. We recognize that transparency and open data can become a powerful tool to help reform public services, to foster innovation, and to empower citizens. We also understand that transparency can be a significant catalyst for economic activity since open data can increasingly promote the creation of value for new services and applications.]
The individual became “dividual” as well depicted Deleuze in his essay Postcript. The dividual is data innkeeper and everyone digs in alone. Fascinating national identity. The stimulation of the rush constructed on a settled happiness exceeds ducked desires and wreak havocs. People born after 1990 also known as generation snowflake or millennials, are considered to be excessively culturally sensitive, prone to take offense, emotionally vulnerable and selfish. Embedded frames? Enframing ? However, they know much better than I do that in 30 years the internet will be invisible, and to know data transmission and communication between different home devices will be normal in an automated reality. They are much more aware than I am in addition to the massive technological dumps that are already scattered throughout Africa, and that more than 80% of the coltan comes from the Congo…
By the minute all generations of wholly world, work hard holding the GDP flag. John Maynard Keynes coined this model of measuring the economy at the end of the First World War. The GDP altogether captures a narrow and somewhat arbitrary slice of reality; goods and services that are –allegedly- sold. After 1945 postcolonial states adopted GDP not because it was well suited to defining the farmhand economy of Turkey or India, but because it was a badge of nationhood. It still at steak. Political elite, the prompt incorporation of underdeveloped economies into global markets and the environmental crisis all render this vision nevertheless an obsolete Holy Grail.
There is no doubt evolution couldn’t happen without new technics discovered developing skills of humans and vice versa. However, high techs are on hands of a bunch of loonies and society itself becomes the new object of extraction and control, not as individuals rather -dividual profiles with hidden facts of automated engineered behaviour modes. Hobbes would come to describe a city set up according to a geometer king who shapes society according to the rules of geometric space.
Nevertheless, all profiles –bodies- manifest themselves in other mathematical modes inasmuch as in statistics and probabilities. Developed into a global production line parasitizing in a digital-architecture of likely targets, for new development wells and validation of new predictive bodies. We are altogether in an inheritance of past centuries. On personal interest, as La Francois Rochefoucauld said; “Our virtues are most frequently but vices disguised.” Self-complacency, thus, idolatry for oneself to become a tyrant of the Others. The Real Tyranny capitalize finally the incoming profits from the Self-love and fear-to-Other. It nourished the nationalism in the small allotment. The Tories and Party-Brexit flattered this ignorance and the so-called period of austerity and resentment. Nationalism is a political form of kinship, but not because of man’s natural leanings, following the grim wrong pseudo-Hobbesian theory — Hate-Other, and Self-love — pushes man towards reason, as a needed technology, for short-term use.
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A place to be
me among Others
I am trapped here in Cambridge. I moved five months ago and I’ve been swiftly trapped. This town got away the destruction of second world war air raids unlike many other towns in England. It preserves ancient buildings and narrow and medieval streets. Green meadows, flourished gardens where Virginia Woolf, Wittgenstein, Darwin, Xu Zhimo or the Pink Floyd went for tea. The county is crossed by two major rivers embanked to irrigate productive farms. When the lockdown started I cycled until disappear in many beautiful landscapes. In spite of lock measures I had kind talks with villagers. Cambridge is not a big city. The city centre is around only 0.5 square miles and regrettably, property prices are among the highest in the country. In the early months I lived at the scruffy Mill Road, multicultural street and warm people. But on the last two months I’m living a bit outskirts. My young flat-mates can still seat in front of their laptops around fifteen hours’ day. The pandemic ease teleworking. I just get my bicycle and ride to some calm place. Driven slightly by my heart and lungs. There is, a duty to be done. Poetry. Here it is -the midway of my life- where I feel a slight rebirth. I feel the will of meaning, see the child who goes to the words in search of a meaning lodged in the being of people. There is, a way to survive dwelling a language alive, a Text speaking on its own. Poetry, there is, a place to be among Others. It exceeds the codified prisons of the law. Here, something breaks the silence.
Intimacy doesn’t have time to rest. It makes us feel alive. Intimacy is the poetry that builds the joy between reality and illusion. Infinite source. The real is born by naming the disorder itself and is located between the symbolic and the imaginary. To build a Text, hatching gestures; a body-text weaved of readings, meditations, and concrete practices, the -Others- should be pooled not to be overlooked but moved. I’m wondering by the minute about how many countrymen, ‘fellah’ –using the arab. term- are waiting bewildered before the door law. The mechanisms of displacement and segregation have been ruined the awakening intimacy; word. I don’t want to look as a preacher but is silence the phenomenon of the law what must be abolished. That wary silence dissolving its own defining boundaries. Not only the divine virtuality of statues and doors must be toppled.
Kafka, “Meditations”
Just six months ago when I applied the renewal of my british citizenship I thought it was easy to do. I was born here and until I reached the age of majority I held UK nationality. What a droll! To prove my identity, I had to send my old passport, my original britain naturalization, pay and finally comes the most absurd part, I had to find someone to swear I was living here when/where I born.
Even I had to wait four months to get my insurance number. Meanwhile my identity was withheld and the concealment still taking place. I’m in hands of the event of truth, I mean, in a hidden red tape. I shall be deemed illegal or superfluous. I applied for the Universal Credit two months ago and I haven’t any foretaste by now.
Once, when I did an employment interview in a famous recruitment service, before a wearisome form I had to fill the gap “what race I belong”. In the application form it was the omission of white supremacist race- but present at all around. In a relaxed chat with the agent came to light the reasons to be in England. I also commented the presence of my partner in that time. That happy boy asked me if she was a housekeeper or she was also as me looking for hospitality jobs. So I suggested that when he was at primary she was already crossing the world as anthropologist.
I’m writing this texts to keep up my language learning likewise I do an auto-ethnographical framework. I also write a diary to my lovely sister which is corrected by her cherished skills. I’m studying as much time as possible to improve my grammatical construction. It’s not as good as I’d like to be. So I proceed without doubts, completing tasks one after the other according to routine, this description to encourage contemplation.
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Speed text
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When I started this second chapter the English Government vowed thousands of speed tests to cope the virus and demanded people captivity. At the time, Dominic Cummings, the advisor to the PM, left London and went to his second house, far away, when it was strictly prohibited. In Durham Council has no record of this building having been registered for tax. The prime minister protected his acts at all costs. In the same time leader Boris J. said her first public occurrence after his coronavirus time. He said something like… “ahn… unexpected invisible mugger…we must wrestle it to the floor…”. According to the script the television give this news, some reporters are more critical than others, some programs including interviews to the good grief trust Business. Show must go on. The show must blast cool and be expanded continuously. Capitalism has poor inclination to stay at home but speeding texts. On April Tories published an international death rate comparisons on daily basis until it became the highest in Europe, then published a big hypothetical number tested per day. The naked truth is population who struggling in their homes. Demand is globalized more and more in the strongly nationalized countries. These nations with a strong ideological baggage don’t disguise the legitimisation of its power by explicit, and systemic violence. The knight; the ancient divine right was necessary to legitimate statutory difference unlike fear alive. Coronavirus can’t withhold all these problems allocated in shoes of early capitalist settlers. Neither they are in crisis due to the coronavirus. These countries had long time ago officially entered a recession. Coronavirus is merely result of the biopolitics of health.
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USA, which has the highest number of infected and dead, Spain and Italy, also are on this podium, between these countries we have the most consuming the most ‘legal’drugs in the world (USA is the first medication consumer, France, with many deaths as well, the second, Spain the third and Italy the fourth). England is also on the list of the highest death toll and drug use.
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Today-7th of May- millions of angry protesters turned out onto streets against the rancid systemic racism across the world. Dominant racial logics under the neoliberal biopolitics risks millions in the United States.
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Before the Trumpian America, pharmaceutical companies patented drugs for heart failure to be used in African American patients. Race may not be biological, but racism promotes a structural disadvantage and the historical increase of pain patently have biological effects that sediment in the black body. The ultra-nationalist USA case shouldn’t be surprising to us. Because now not only the police are shooting in the back, the son of a ‘KKK’ D. Trump enacted the army to harass people. In Europe the term “race” was abolished after 1945 but replaced by “culture” as a compacted reification but territorialised. The speed text of the european multiculturalism hides these strong splits. In USA…
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* “If you follow me around Nordstrom, and put me in jail at nine times the rate of whites, and refuse to give me a bank loan, I might get hypertensive. What’s generating my increased blood pressure are the social forces at play, not my DNA.” The issue of black heart failure “was not biological or genetic in origin, but biological in effect due to stress-related outcomes of reduced access to valued social goods, such as employment, promotion, housing stock, etc. The effect was biological, not the origins.” *
Troy Duster, “Medicine and People of Color: Unlikely Mix — Race, Biology, and Drugs,” San Francisco Chronicle, March 17, 2003
