As the TRUMP SHOW continues to embed its way into the consciousness of the government, the Media, & the People, a Brave New SOMA lulls us unwittingly into complete and total submission. It’s called Shutdown.
You can think of the Wall as concrete, steel, perhaps barbed wire, cyclone fencing, or even a bale of hay: but in the XTreme TRUMPological post reality of the non-stop 24/7 continuous medial flow, the Wall that ultimately divides and disconnects us is the Wall of Mediation.
“The ideal subject of totalitarian rule is not the convinced Nazi or the convinced Communist, but the people for whom the distinction between fact and fiction… true and false… no longer exist.” – Hannah Arendt
Last night TRUMP appropriated the airwaves to stage the simulation of a speech in the real Oval Office to broadcast the performance of a faux crisis to those who have permanently suspended disbelief.
Greetings from the Underground Studio Bunker at Third Space Network (3SN) Headquarters in Washington, DC, where I would like to wish you a Happy New Year: if in fact, that is at all possible… In the dark, quiet, secure calm of the Bunker, on this eerily ominous New Year’s Day, I am coming to you from the Nation’s Capital while all is frozen in lockdown mode.
My New Year’s Message, my cris de coeur, is this: as we see signs of new life emerging in Washington, hang onto, or perhaps I should say CLING TO – raw hope for humanity rising – in spite of the non-stop, ever-encroaching ::: 24/7 MEDIA TORRENT & XTREME TRUMPological XCESS that continues to consume us each and every day.
…it flows on & on & on & on. The work is continuous. The studio is always (a)live: a reflection, perhaps a mirror of the non-stop nature of the Mediascape, that switched on electrical current circulating through the multitude of devices & network of thing of things: everything connected, wired, coupled to our nervous system so that we carefully & strategically avoid missing ANYthing. The Broadcast Never Stops.
Ho Ho Ho. On this Xmas Eve, just go ahead and turn on the continuous Chatter Chatter Chatter of the Media and see what comes pouring out – roaring from the Depths – dark, abysmal, and beyond the jolly. It feels just like The End. There is a surreal sense of the Yuletide in the air, a wailing madness: not just the usual chaos, but something pitched deeply awry.