ProgAimerGirl

some highlights:

marc strives to have as little degree of introspection as possible

marc thinks nobody really had the desire (or maybe even the capacity) to introspect before 400 years ago

marc thinks guilt is a manufactured result of therapy wrongly asking the Great Men of History to reflect on consequence

marc thinks the thrust of history post enlightenment is, roughly, the story of "individuals" building empires, corporations, technologies

marc points at the history of therapy arising in europe in the 1910s-20s (specifically naming "Freud and that whole movement") as the source of a "guilt based whammy" that convinces the individual to self-criticize

ok here's how it works

contestants are selected based on specific criteria:

-contestant is a normie (middle class plus, overton window liberal, not particularly internet or media poisoned, unaware of 90% of news and world events)

-contestant is generally content with life

-crucially, contestant does not have any awareness of the show. the show does not work if they know about the show

ok so we have our contestants. now lets get our audience. yes, this is an audience participation show

audience members are selected based on specific criteria:

-politically aware lefty of any variety with a bare minimum being disgruntled former bernie stan radicalizing left (eurgh ick)

-has firsthand experience of living in capitalist neoliberal dystopia (personal, professional, academic, or otherwise) and has prepared a short monologue evoking said experience. examples: personal stories of bad experiences, professional accounts of events recorded, academic analysis of negative outcomes, etc.

ok ok lets get everybody in the studio

'we live in hell!' is a bob barker high energy crowdwork style game show. the name of the show is not spoken aloud during the recording. it is explained to viewers at home that this game show ends when one of the contestants says A Specific Phrase. they are given no clues as to what the phrase might be. the phrase is (as you might have guessed) the name of the game show, 'we live in hell'

the audience is arrayed in front of the contestants. wacky wardrobe is the aesthetic. each audience member is dressed in a personalized, zany knockoff of their job/profession/lifestyle. contestants, who have been kept in the dark about the whole deal, take turns picking an audience member to come up to the podium to share their story. after the audience member is done, the contestants get a chance to try and guess the phrase. the audience is given free reign to boo, heckle, cheer for, or react to any guess (the family feud X buzzer accompanies all wrong answers). if no contestant says the phrase, they all do a japanese slapstick physical comedy game show event (you know the ones) and then come back for another round. there can be a made up points structure to these games if you want, as long as the points don't mean anything by the end of the show.

if a contestant does speak the phrase 'we live in hell' (any intonation or degree of intensity), the host says 'what was that?' to the contestant. if the contestant repeats the phrase, the game is over. the audience intones "WE. LIVE. IN. HELL!!!!!" and starts celebrating. note: the show is recorded on a 30 minute syndication window, but like wwtbam, contestants that are playing do not leave the show until the phrase has been stated and repeated by one of the contestants.

when the game ends, the audience member whose monologue provoked the correct response in the despairing contestant wins a cash prize.

contestants are returned to the lake of fire (no prize)

A combat-unit commander told non-commissioned officers at a briefing Monday that the Iran war is part of God’s plan and that Pres. Donald Trump was “anointed by Jesus to light the signal fire in Iran to cause Armageddon and mark his return to Earth,” according to a complaint by a non-commissioned officer.

From Saturday morning through Monday night, more than 110 similar complaints about commanders in every branch of the military had been logged by the Military Religious Freedom Foundation (MRFF).

The complaints came from more than 40 different units spread across at least 30 military installations

more in the link

this shit is bananas

i'm going to bed

you don't get it i NEED the ableist slurs i have to USE them for THIS

/s

https://www.wyden.senate.gov/news/press-releases/wyden-expresses-deep-concerns-about-cia-activities-in-classified-letter

soooo, uhhhh,

settles my tummy to see a big boat stuck in times like these

Things fall apart; the dinner cannot hold;

Mere ground beef is loosed upon the world,

The tasteless slop is served, and everywhere

The ceremony of deliciousness is drowned;

The best lack all flavor, while the worst

Are the fill of perturbed intestines.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Helping is at hand.

The Second Helping! Hardly are those words out

When a vast icon out of General Mills

Troubles my sight: somewhere in aisles of the supermarket

A shape with white glove body and the face of a man,

A gaze as fixed and saccharine as the Raisin Bran Sun,

Is moving its slow collar, while all about it

Swirl aromas of the indignant seasoning packets.

The darkness drops again; but now i know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a Giant Left Hand,

And what rough glove, it's hour come round at last,

Slouches towards the meat case to be born?

What the fuck did you just cook for me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class at the Culinary Institute of America, and I've been involved in numerous secret kitchen raids on Al-Queso, and I have over 300 confirmed grills. I am trained in tortilla warfare and I'm the top searer in the entire US chefs forces. You are nothing to me but just another line cook. I will cook you the fuck up with seasonings the likes of which have never been seen before on your menu, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with cooking this shit for me on the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of baristas across the USA and your butcher's shop is being traced right now so you better prepare for the corn, maggot. The corn that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your kitchen. You're fucking up bread, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can grill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my cast iron. Not only am I extensively trained in wok and ladle combat, but I have access to the entire back house of the United States Mealrines Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass menu off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "cleaver" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking beef tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit curry all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking up bread, kiddo.