The Complete and Total XTreme TRUMPological Shutdown of the Mind

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.







The Great Wall of America

“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.







New Year’s Greetings from the Bunker

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.







The Broadcast Never Stops

…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.







An Ode to Madness on an Apocalyptic Xmas Eve

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.