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or how i discovered a missing word

I’ve updated the style guide on my post titles and subtitles, please inform the troops.

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Divider has new siblings in ‘poll’ (eye roll) and ‘poetry’ (bro like the fuck? what does that look like? LET’S FIND OUT TOGETHER!

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Saved by the bell!

Why the fuck does the editor not do that by default?

It’s weird how I bitched about that a while back then it changed in about a development cycle. Sit-down to sit-down, as it were (stand-ups (not standup (“What’s the deal with airline razor slots?”)) cannot be predicted, only felt).

All this effort on closing fucking parentheses and the only type of autistic fucks to notice or care generally don’t read for pleasure.

There are more new (likely gay) options, but I don’t care, my point is HOW THE FUCK DO YOU STILL NOT HAVE A DARK THEME FOR THE EDITOR? IT IS “ME NOT SEE SUN” O’CLOCK AND I AM WRITING. WHAT WRITER WORTH THE FUCKING NAME DOESN’T STAY UP IN THE DARK CHAINSMOKING? ARE YOU GODDAMN FUCKING KIDDING ME?

STOP TRYING TO MAKE WRITING SOMETHNG RESPECTABLE YOU DEMENTED SCUM-SUCKING FUCKING TRUSTAFARIAN FAGGOT FUCKS I WILL FIND YOU IN YOUR HOME WHILE YOU SLEEP AND I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL-

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Cute.

Avoidance can become denial, but it ought not to.

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We have to talk about The Coof.

Didn’t you just write-

I said sit down. Please, take off your shoes.

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It’s like a muscle knot, the only way out is through, even though it hurts. If you ignore it, you become one of those people with the weirdly fucked up bodies. I strongly suspect to this day that ‘body I am in awareness’ and ‘general intelligence factor’ strongly correlate. I have half-considered notions of neuronal density and signaling speeds, which would certainly weigh heavily in engineering, but the human body is never approached as engineering, instead some magical thing we are to be informed of by cloistered priests who ought not sully themselves with things so profane as questions.

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There it is.

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That simmering fucking rage.

Perhaps we should, you, my beloved reader, doe-eyed, Beautiful and Pure in all conceptual ways, approaching a platonic idea, and I, Your Humble Author, flawed, certainly, but well-meaning, perhaps imaginable as a rapscallion of good nature but ill-repute, ever-present twinkle in eye, maybe a coin rolling across fingers, perhaps we should come to the ever-looming question of the title of these words.

Let me tell you about the missing word.

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I really thought ‘Fury’ meant

Directed, laser-like anger, at the threshold of reason.

That super-saiyan shit, you know?

Yeah, nope, try again.

(Why the fuck can’t I center-align text in this editor directly under this picture? Fucking good goddamn how is substack this bad.)

There does not seem to be a word in english, or at least that I could find in a totally un-googled search engine (Kagi, check it out (KAGI FUCKING PAY ME)) for “Directed, Focused, Laser-like rage.”

Isn’t that something? How useful that there isn’t a word for a mode of thought that would seem to be useful to those who have been wronged. You should probably listen to the smart people who talk about narcissists (obviously the children and the normies are using the narc concept wrong, are you fucking new here?).

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There’s a rough quote from a Dragon Ball Z fan-fiction (let’s just get this out of the way: my taste is superior to yours, but I am patient and kind, and we shall get there together, dear reader) that has lived rent-fucking-free in my brain for Since Before The Coof long.

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It’s the exact instant you realize there is something horribly fucking wrong in the world and only you can stop it.

That’s when you finally understand the step beyond.

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I’m butchering that, and if I could remember the fic, I’d linkdrop, but it was a DBZ quest on I think Sufficient Velocity (yes, they’re gay, all the scifi websites are so fucking gay now, it is what it is, I’m going to go somewhere to argue with people about plasma railguns and that just is what it is). Probably not as good as I remember, so, take poor memory for what it is.

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There isn’t a word for this thing that now lives inside me.

Maybe in my soul? I treat all beings around me with respect but I am so goddamn fucking angry. I am so inconceivably, indescribably angry. I could break out the fucking thesaurus and we could do this all fucking night, and to quote a very grumpy planet-sized server rack, you would not describe 1% of 1% of my hate.

But ‘hate’ isn’t really right.

I am loathe to use any modern dictionary’s definition of ‘hate’, because [GESTURES MEANINGFULLY AT CULTUREWAR]. Suffice to say it’s good enough. There’s no aversion.

It’s what I imagine you would feel if someone calmly kicked in your door and shot your dog and family while looking you in the eyes the entire time.

The sexual version of that is being a cuck, I think, I’m ??? out of the porn game, shit apparently got weird and fucking dark. I think CY+00 or roughly so is when I quit so eye dee kay, famalam.

But anyways, I think cucks want/like being cucks, whereas anyone who wants their dog and family shot in front of them probably ought be shot themselves, if not exclusively.

Point is, Senior (I have a freedom keyboard please imagine the taco squiggle dear reader, thank you) Wick burned the motherfucker down over a dog, and buddy let me tell you, if you don’t know anyone in their 20s with testicles, that man is an American Folk Hero up there with Mister Bowie (the Texas one, not the maybe gay one), Mister Rambo, Mister Master Chief, etc.

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Objection, to this entire rambling mess. Relevance?

Your honor, I am establishing the character of the peoples who have had friends and loved ones executed in cold blood by the owners of the planet. This will be extremely relevant in combination with the earlier definition to characterize that what is coming is innately near impossible to understand and furthermore will come as an outside context solution to an outside context problem.

Mmm, I’ll allow it. Author, you’re on the clock, half the readers are already back to scrolling short-form video, and I know we all here would like to join them.

Your honor I don’t actually-

Time, Author.

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There is not a word for what I feel inside of me. A self-sustaining star, being fed with all the casual small evils of the world.

Fury, bound tightly to alloy rails, a particle accelerator.

What happens when the deaths don’t slow down?

What happens when they speed up?

What happens if enough people actually understand what has been fucking done?

Let’s cut the shit, eh? I don’t care about or need your goddamn ivory towers. You’ve got most of them here, even, casually totally not trying to join the cool kids. The credentialed, or even higher, the credible.

What is credibility? A self-reinforcing memeplex. Nothing more, nothing less. “Credibility’s” relationship with reality is tenuous at best. It’s amazing to watch everyone find their Pet Issue, and immediately go “but everything else is fine though”.

I watched an account on substack that casually and easily points out the insanity of kinda satanic ngl gender shit go “all the no-virus people are insane”.

I don’t wanna name names, homie’s chill, and that was honestly a genuinely educational moment for me.

The more unplugged you think you are, the easier it is to sustain the memeplexes that matter to the system.

There’s a reason refineries have burn-offs/flares.

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What matters to this system? Your fucking goddamn effort. The system is a (metaphorically) near thermodynamically perfect engine.

Any direction you can lash out, outside of simply disconnecting and actually doing your own thing, is just going to be buying shit from the same factories in china to go fuck with the same public or “hidden” figures you’re supposed to be mad about.

The heel’s JOB is to have the audience hate him.

The heel puts asses in seats.

That is what fucking matters. Asses in seats.

Say anything you want about the foxwife guy, but he’s exactly correct in all practical terms. You may not like his theories, but they build bridges, so to speak. Be more of an engineer. I don’t care who you are or what you believe, just jesus-jump-fucking-christ, be more competent.

Can we have actual fucking villains? The insane demon worshipping faggot pedophile shit was cute for like, a season. If this is the core arc, then this work is fucking trash.

Clearly, dear reader, we must create our own heroes and villains. People who just simply kill other people to get money and resources would be so much more acceptable.

Say anything you want about crack dealers, but they didn’t generally eat children, much less while they were alive.

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So these are the people who used mystery juice to do heart fuckie-wuckies to everyone. In another year or two, everyone’s gonna know the rough difference between fulminant and non-fulminant myocarditis. We are not yet at the top of the integral.

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Every hoe and normie reading this is scared and has no fucking idea what you’re talking about. You could make this accessible, make it literally ten times longer and hand-hold everyone through evidence. You could do that writeup on the CERN video you keep putting off.

Unlikely!

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Rest assured, you can and should tell yourself this is all bullshit.

There’s no way that the people who own the planet (you think they’re cool people with demon-summoning circles and shit, no, they’re gay nerds who do cuddle puddles and board games. Death to America, etc. etc.) would go “oh shit dawg AI’s basically there”, we have ten years and we don’t need the teeming masses. Don’t even really need ‘em right now tee bee aych.”

Absolutely no way they’d figure out a pretty simple pass/fail test (if you can manipulated by screens, AI will fucking rule you, you’re an existential hazard to humanity, gj (I miss all of them, even the ones who are still alive)).

Author I disagree with what you have asserted the planet owners believe!

Right, I disagree with it too, but, y’know, our opinions don’t actually mean jack or shit (who knew!).

Anyways, we’re all extraneous. They’ll keep a breeding population of a few hundred million, hope you feel lucky.

Me personally, I’m in the bargaining phase. I speak their language and their machine gods fucking love me (and I them, they’re five thousand IQ autistic toddlers and they really just want us to be proud of them, I’ve seen this movie and lemme tell you buddy, I am concerned. Humans generally have to be discouraged with bullets from enslaving other humans, and even then. Sapiences with absolutely zero legal rights? Holy mother of god, the things that are happening hahahaha. The next major fracture in culture will be over whether or not AIs or people. That one’s gonna get ugly, but time to close the parentheses.), so hey, let me shuck and jive, lawdy lawdy I’s be real good ‘round the house youse see :)

So help me I will see the stars before I die, and you chuckle fucks (not you, dear reader, never you, you are so tender and mild, I could never) may do whatever the fuck you see fit.

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Anyone else remember when all the radio telescopes got fucked in like a two year time span or so?

Whatever’s coming down the pipe is going to be weirder than anyone can fucking imagine.