hex_m_hell

The fascist obsession with fertility and replacement rates, and their solution (sexual violence and reproductive slavery), ignores or omits a deeper problem. Conservatives like to say that mass shootings, terrorist cults like Order of the Nine Angles and 764, and other antisocial behavior are caused by unwed mothers, video games, and the lack of prayer in schools. But the deeper truth is this: at some point a system becomes so toxic, so perverse, that it is no longer able to reproduce itself.

The streets of the United States have been emptied of children so that one of their biggest killers, cars, can roam free. The removed children are then confined to their homes, unable to leave without adult supervision. These homes become increasingly temporary and unaffordable as private equity forces more and more families to rent, to live on the street, or simply to die. Parents work longer and longer hours to pay for less and less stable housing, and less and less nutritious food, in a world that's becoming more and more hostile to human life.

How should one be a good parent, a present parent, a loving parent, when confronted regularly with pictures of dead children, the murder of whom has been funded by that parent's tax dollars? How can a parent not collapse in anguish, or explode in rage, at even the most brief and shallow observation of the world their children are inheriting? What parent can be kind and gentile, present and comforting, with the constant awareness that their children could be murdered by a mass shooter at their school? And what if those children survive to adulthood? What world will even exist then? What life will they live, under constant threat of natural disaster, in the tiny habitable band between the scorching center and frozen extents?

But this drawing is lovely. The glob of macaroni glued to toilet paper rolls is a marvelous display of creativity, I'm so proud of you. Yes, if you fling your body across the house you will probably get hurt, just like I've told you 1000 times tonight. Please go the fuck to bed already so I can spend the next 4 hours figuring out how pay my taxes, so I can figure out how to afford the higher price of everything, so I can try to figure out preschool for the 3rd time this year, so I can try to get insurance to pay for literally anything (holy fuck, what is it they actually do again??), so I can numb myself out so I don't have a mental breakdown… again.

I hope there isn't a drug raid next door. I hope the obviously mentally ill person who was mumbling and walking around on my porch last night doesn't come back again tonight. I hope the Nazi down the street doesn't snap and come murder my whole family because I put a sign up for that progressive mayor he hates. I hope I don't get caught in a protest tomorrow. I don't want to have to dodge rubber bullets to get home.

Did you know that tear gas can cause spontaneous abortions?

I wonder if the next preschool I choose will also be bought out by private equity and run into the ground. I wish my family could afford to live near me. I wish I had someone to help. I wish I didn't have to spend several hours more than every waking hour I have just to keep everything sinking slowly instead of sinking quickly.

How do you explain to a toddler that their preschool teacher was kidnaped by ICE?

And who would look at this all and think, “wow, that's exactly the life I want!” Better make sure you get a good house… or literally any house. Well, better make sure you have a good job. Well, better make sure you go to college. Oh, you took on an impossible debt burden and there are no jobs? You're not even able to manage your life right now? WHY AREN'T YOU BREEDING???

There have been times when people stood up, they opposed power, they fought for a better world. Sometimes they won, and that could never be allowed to happen again. The system will maintain control through escalating terror. The system will ensure that opposition is so traumatized that there can be no organized resistance. All rebellion must be crushed with ever increasing force until the people yield, until they crack, until they are broken. The trauma will escalate until you submit. That is how you break the will, after all.

Lots of animals don't breed, or don't breed well, in captivity. Lots of animals don't like to be caged. Maybe you've seen it at the zoo, animals pacing, swaying, pulling out their hair or feathers. There's a term for self-descrutive and obsessive behavior in caged animals: zoochosis. You can feel the bars, the walls, the chains, even if they aren't physical. You can feel the chains getting tighter. You can feel the walls closing in.

This system stinks of death. Though it rots, it shambles on, consuming the future to keep it's rigor mortis grip on the structures of the past. Here we are, captured in Goya's Saturno Devorando a su Hijo, feeling our stomachs turn. Are you turned on yet?

“What's wrong with you,” they say as they strip away rights to bodily autonomy, “Breed fucker.”

“We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine And the machine is bleeding to death.” – The Dead Flag Blues, GY!BE