💊💊 THE MORE THINGS CHANGE
Naomi Klein’s No Is Not Enough came out in 2017, when we were all still punch drunk from the first months of a particular bloviating real estate developer’s “presidency”.
While the book is endearingly naive to the horrors of the administration to come, Klein is deft in her analysis of the frailty of the Clinton campaign and the setback that was the DNC establishment confounded nomination of one Bernard Sanders.
The Shock Doctrine author writes with quiet urgency on the unfolding climate crisis here, and one suspects her next book, On Fire, will barely need updating based on the gross negligence of governments worldwide since No Is Not Enough’s publication.
On that front, this climate protest explainer for raging toolbags pissed off about missing tee off thanks to XR actions is worth a share:
As for The More Things Change.
I was enduring a pretty bloody mediocre interview – interviewer, not interviewee – with the excellent Eli Valley when the name Ron Cobb popped up as an antecedent of the cartoonist’s “ferociously repugnant” work.
That’s Ron up there being a bloody legend on a robo-roo.
I did the googling, scoped out Ron’s work and was taken aback by just how pertinent his work – some of which dates back to the early ‘60s – is today.
I won’t rehash the Wiki, but Mr Cobb was a trenchant political cartoonist, resident of Oz for a bit, and, what d’you know, a production designer on Conan, The Last Starfighter, Alien and more more more.
The less said about his xenomorph the better.
Here’s some hype for a collection of Cobb’s cartoons, Mah Fellow Americans, from Independent Voices:
“‘One of this country s finest editorial cartoonists’ (according to Esquire).
For those of you who've never seen a Cobb drawing, Library Journal had this to say about Mah Fellow Americans:
‘He is wonderfully competent yet his subject will frighten, anger, or simply puzzle anyone who still thinks cops are good guys, Negroes cause violence, and the Vietnam war is a Holy Crusade against Communism…’”
This latest issue of Jacobin is utterly essential, considering all of the above.
On a lighter note, I’ve finally gotten around to the business mixtaping 2019.
Clearly the highest rotated tunes of this year have been “White Noise”, “Brahms Lullabye” and some Chopin noodling, but I’ll spare you those and allow you to marinate in the Majesty of Rock instead.
For those who can be arsed with the Tim Apple corporation, head over here and keep an eye on this playlist as it evolves:
Dead Cells is a cracking retro platformer.
Here’s what the website says:
Dead Cells is a rogue-lite, Castlevania-inspired action-platformer, allowing you to explore a sprawling, ever-changing castle… assuming you’re able to fight your way past its keepers.
To beat the game, you’ll have to master 2D "souls-lite combat" with the ever-present threat of permadeath looming. No checkpoints. Kill, die, learn, repeat.
I’m fucken into it (on iOS).
Is there anything more metal than a brawny viking ripping an epic solo as the skies darken and a maximum total eclipse casts the pit into midday darkness?
This Ozzy show took place in 2017, and subsequently lodged in the back of my skull in the file marked “integral Home Brewed, Vampire Bullets scene”.
I think I’ll have to unpack this a bit more in a future Patrons-only post.
Here’s last Tuesday’s Patrons-only post, if you fancy getting on board for a few bucks a month.