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RAPE of the Cosmos X

Klein’s fascist esotericism appears in this ugly babytalk that looks simply messy, simply badly done, but that appearance of incompetence is a tactic. In fact it is carefully crafted dogwhistling to its lunatic base, some of whom believe or pretend to believe for example literally that the cabal controlling the rightful aristos are lizards. This is a kind of degenerate Nazi version of the beliefs of the Sethians and Muggletonians (see Edward Thompson’s book about William Blake, whom many of this gang want to claim as their own), that Cain was the child of Eve and the Serpent, and the ruling class is descended from those serpent spawn, while humanity are the descendants of Seth. Klein and Lewis declare their affiliation to these circles with an endorsement of this in disavowable babytalk, as a way to mystify, irrationalize and infantilize the discourse on the matters of greatest importance now, whose correct understanding is now crucial to our self-defense in the class war:

Meanwhile, dinosaurs roamed the halls of power, bellowing that more sacrifice was needed. But every time they cranked up that rusty old machine called ‘economic growth,’ the cloud of sickness and death grew.

Once this infantile, pseudo-mythic, instant fake historic style is established, the memory of what a rational argument or a political analysis or an historical account is is suspended, and all that remains is this collage of postures, memes, prompts, reminiscent of the shuffled images of the Parallax View montage (demonstrating the Volosinov effect) but even more infantilized.

Economic growth is a smokestack powered by lizards (Klein has abandoned for this show her usual GND green growth thingy) — > it is because of economic growth these gagged people can’t breath, not because they are forcibly masked and forbidden to go outside into the air —> and this is how the virus changed everything! (what? isn’t there a step or two missing? but the implication for a small part of the audience paying attention is that by causing economic contraction the virus reduced 1. pollution 2. fires 3. police murders 4. protest and thus tear gas use. Of course it’s completely inane and false.)

The virus changed everything. We finally understood that we couldn’t keep patching up the same broken systems. We had to build something new.

(This is true of the ruling class speaking, as far as that goes. Tired of fighting the Tendency of the Rate of Profit to Fall, worried that their gravediggers must revive the struggle, bent on the abolition on consumer markets by immiseration, the ruling class is building something new. And the Virus as the zombifier of humanity, and the final severing of its link to the privatized Cosmos — metabolism = death = crime — is the code of its logic and the password to boot it up.)

And here is where the mood of the Prophecy changes, becoming truly weird as the narrators ‘come out’ as the engineers of this future, as the agents of it, boasting of having scripted the virus precisely to build their New Jerusalem, boasting of the butchery they’ve carried out in its name and the name of fighting it, and which they’re promising to continue ruthlessly. Because when we the audience asks, ok, what next? The plague, the masks, the economic shrinkage so far has been told of, (falsely, with self-aggrandizing saccharine sentimentality and wagnerian pseudo epic dry ice and treacle), we have caught up to this moment now, what next?

Next, Klein and Lewis and the Crabapple Crowley coven tell us, if we the White Booj Folks and you who think you are us, if we want the Plato’s Slave Republic, with the slaves that Thunberg and AOC promised us in the last episodes, we have to get real, get ritual, get bloody, we have to drive the masses into the furnace and to do so, we slaughter The Black Maiden on the media altar, literally and figuratively:

Sounds of sizzling as the stake is lit up under ‘us.’

The video goes on to describe the self- immolation of the entire planetary working class.

Color rev after magical color rev besieges humanity.

Everyone walks onto the pyre, walks to the stake, commits kool aid suicide in a mass ecstasy, for the sake of The Planet and Its Platonic Philospher Proprietors. The Maiden is slaughtered as the signal, the Maiden who is the working class who delivers food. No more food.

Cut to: Sadam’s statue pulled down.

Like Iraq, a depopulated planet, pacified.

CLEAN SLATE. chirping birds. Slave laborers wearing plastic gloves.

LUCIELA becomes the Martyr/Example whose shrine, a terroristic reminder of what the Klein Lewis Crabapple Cultists do not only to rebels but to anyone superfluous, anyone who emits carbon for their own purposes, looms over the fields and the pods where the adequate herd of survivors will labor for the Master Species telling this their origin story, forever more.