The earth is degenerating these days. There are signs civilization is coming to an end. Bribery and corruption abound. Violence is everywhere. Children no longer respect and obey their parents.
—-From an Assyrian tablet, circa 3000 B.C.
media-observationalist, pseudo-blogger, professional lover/hater...
Brash Pitt...Hollywood Outsider
The earth is degenerating these days. There are signs civilization is coming to an end. Bribery and corruption abound. Violence is everywhere. Children no longer respect and obey their parents.
—-From an Assyrian tablet, circa 3000 B.C.
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nano robots deliver molecular payloads to lymph nodes lymphatic hydrostatic equilibrium life lived like chemistry made methamphetamine ketamine cured the great depression made the impression in medical sentry the nobility made their money in the theft of intellectual property stolen from centuries’ worth of the natives’ work capital flees from the colonies in the form of slave labor all the while under the guise of globalization doing ‘developing’ nations favors the slaves are still building pyramids channelling the energy from the gods above who must like to see the poor go hungry and the sick to stay unhealthy the riddle of existence that riddles with pestilence hide from governments hellbent on governance the animals in the jungle avoid the ayahuasca vine in respect of the power wielded in •persistent•hallucinatory•vision• wisdom in ancient traditions clashed with modern civilization and must have lied to the engines of capitalism charging towards to the holy mountain well-heeled preppers burn pyres of currency the final stand soaked in methylmercury sickened to the sound of misery commiserating with the greed demons cloaked in survivalist lore the war on the poor is a battle that knows nevermore the middle class will be usurped in the gaseous cloud of unstable markets amorphous interests converge into a single solitary source the known unknown unknown unknown unknown…
“[Fashionista/Socialite] showed up towards the end of the event and was obviously drunk out of his mind. He said [Designer] was an ‘amateur’ and started leaning forward into the clothing racks. Once security realized he was pissing, they grabbed him by the shoulders and said he had to leave. [FS] then grabbed some hair spray and used it to light three cardigans on fire (cost of damage was over $3,000). This is someone who purports to be her friend. As security rushed to put the fire out, [FS] grabbed [The Owner], threw him through the front window and screamed. ‘This isn’t a LINE it’s a LIE!!!’ This hysterical behavior continued until the cops showed up and wrestled him to the ground using pepper spray. [Who Cares] ran up to him crying as he was escorted to the police car and asked him what the fuck? His only response was a pathetic attempt to bite her. It was a very sad ending to an otherwise great evening.”
Dedicated to William Burroughs, Dr. Albert Hoffman, and James Ellroy
Brash Pitt As Defined By The Diction Airy—A Degenerate Renaissance Man, A Psychonautical Social Misfit, A Radical Realpolitik Political Prisoner of the Blogosphere, A Proto-fascist Neoclassical Gossip Columnist, A Fringe Pulpiteer Where All Is Adversary, A Paranoid Burroughsian Cut-Up Assembled Linearly, A Tin Foil Hat Replacement Beret, A Pommade Revolutionary Hellbent On Loose Change, A Subversive Elephant In The Situation Room, A Vagrant Poetically Loitering Inside The Prose Machine, A Poisonous Pen-Pal Penned Viciously, A Professor of The Profane and Pornography, A Naysayer Politician Greased Profitably, A Drug-Addicted Neuroscientist and Pioneer, A Vapid Panic Attack In The Elite, A Discrete Dead-Dropper Buried In Concrete, A Bunker-Busting Guard In The Mental Penitentiary, A Viscous Luminary Intumescent With Inflammatory Oratory, An Arcane Physicist Manipulating Dark Energy, An Alchemist of Crack Chemistry, A Priest In The Belly Of The Beast Of Ideology, A Shaman In Sociopathic Sociology, A Psychic Psyops In Psychiatry, A Chancellor of Self-Deceptive Diplomacy, An Ambassador Of The Occult, An Assassin In A Cult, A Sacrificial Sacrament Offered In Bulk, A Wholesale Perversion Of An American Dream, A Witch Doctor Sanctioned By The State, A Nationalist At The Speed of Light, A Practitioner and Contingent Beneficiary of Individual Entropy, A Constant In Catastrophe, A Bad Idea Taken Hold Humanly…
Brash Pitt loves Breaking Bad. Perhaps not only for its atypical hifalutinry and for every other reason you read about. Why else then one may ask? Because its an excellent depiction of how sociopaths use their organizations to gain powerful momentum by recruiting from their non-pathological peers and making them adapt to their more vicious norms. The culture of the Cartel has pretty much fashioned almost every worthwhile story arc in Breaking Bad. Their overarching pathological architecture, their morally unsound infrastructure sets the stage for the entire show and provides every character with a worthy moral and ethical dilemma. Tuco, Gus, Don Eladio, the DEA, the highly militarized methamphetamine market, all set the finite stage where the protagonist and antihero Walter White will have to navigate until perhaps his untimely, highly targeted end. Underpinning every plank in this classical, theatrical milieu lies the lofty monument to the Greek’s hubris, the tragicomedy of a moral universe struggling with its highly capable, effective, and relentless sociopathic architects. It’s their world. Walter White, Walt Whitman, Jesse Pinkman, they are all miniscule footnotes in the otherwise great volume of the Champion’s shared history. The Cartels have erected permanent statues in the heartlands of every nation. Their state benefactors, their vicious entrepeneurs have all changed the political and social fabric of the planet, in the household of every nation. They know not one nation, they know not one language, they don’t identify with any particular ethnicity; they are the nameless, faceless adversaries where conventional morality itself is tested at its very core and every facet of its vulnerability is revealed amongst the great torrential storm, the cartelization of the globe. Brash Pitt loves Breaking Bad not because he loves sociopaths, and the fact that they have a stranglehold on our planet but instead he loves that we as a civilization are constantly reminded how the great architects of our social and political landscape do their bidding and that we continuously and patiently stand by and ask, ‘how and where do we fit in?’ Brash Pitt poses this simple question, do you side with greed and sustenance or on the side of honor and compassion? That question isn’t fit for proper entertainment so again, that’s why Brash Pitt loves Breaking Bad.
