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    terça-feira, fevereiro 10, 2026

    Puerto Rico has an odd relationship with the United States government

     

    HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

    Last night’s thirteen-minute Super Bowl half-time show featuring Bad Bunny had more watchers than any other halftime show in history: an estimated 135 million watched live, while millions more have streamed it since. Rapper, singer, and record producer Bad Bunny, whose given name is ​​Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio, is from Puerto Rico, and rocketed to prominence with the release of his first hit single on January 25, 2016. On February 1, 2026, just a week before the halftime show, Bad Bunny made history by being the first artist to win Album of the Year at the Grammys for an album recorded in Spanish. 
     
    Right-wing critics complained about the NFL’s invitation for Bad Bunny to do the halftime show, saying he was “not an American artist.” 
     
    In fact, people born in Puerto Rico are American citizens. But Puerto Rico has an odd relationship with the United States government, a relationship born of the combination of late-nineteenth-century economics and U.S. racism. 
     
    In the 1880s, large companies in various industries gobbled up their competitors to create giant “trusts” that monopolized their sector of the economy. The most powerful trust in the United States was the Sugar Trust, officially known as the American Sugar Refining Company, which by 1895 controlled about 95% of the U.S. sugar market. Thanks to pressure from the Sugar Trust, in 1890, Congress passed the McKinley Tariff, which ended sugar tariffs and tried to increase domestic production by offering a bounty on domestic sugar.
     
    This privileged domestic producers, and in 1893, sugar growers in Hawaii staged a coup to overthrow the Hawaiian queen and asked Congress to admit the islands as an American state. President Benjamin Harrison, a friend and confidant of tariff namesake William McKinley, cheerfully backed annexation, but before the treaty could be approved, an 1894 law reinstated the duties on sugar and ended the bounties. Voters elected President Grover Cleveland later that year, and with Hawaiians furiously protesting against the machinations of an American business ring, Cleveland insisted on an investigation, and Hawaiian statehood stalled.
     
    When the Spanish-American War broke out in 1898, the Senate still did not have enough votes to admit Hawaii, so Congress annexed it by a joint resolution and McKinley, now president, signed the measure. As the popular magazine Harper’s Weekly put it in a cartoon with a little boy dressed in the symbols of the American flag eating candy, America was swallowing “sugar plums.”
     
    The acquisition of the territory of Hawaii had begun the question of annexing islands. Then the 1899 Treaty of Paris that ended the war transferred from the control of Spain to the control of the United States the islands of Cuba, the Philippines, and Puerto Rico, as well as a number of smaller islands including Guam, all of which either were sugar producers or had the potential to become sugar producers. 
     
    Since the Northwest Ordinance of 1787, adopted under the Articles of Confederation that made up the basis of the nation’s law before the Constitution, the U.S. had rejected colonies and had instead established a system for incorporating new territories into the country on terms of equality to older states. But in the era of Jim Crow, annexing the newly acquired islands under the terms established a century before presented a political problem for lawmakers. Although sugar growers wanted the islands to be domestic land for purposes of tariffs, most Americans did not want to include the Black and Brown inhabitants of those lands in the United States on terms of equality to white people. 
     
    Congress’s 1898 resolution of war against Spain in Cuba had contained the Teller Amendment, which required the U.S. government to support Cuban political independence once the war was over and Spanish troops gone, providing a quick answer to American political annexation of Cuba (although it left room for economic domination). But there was no such amendment for the rest of the islands the U.S. acquired in 1899. 
     
    A fiercely pro-business Supreme Court provided a solution for Puerto Rico in what became known as the Insular Cases. In May 1901, in Downes v. Bidwell, the court concluded of the newly acquired island that although “in an international sense [Puerto Rico] was not a foreign country, since it was subject to the sovereignty of and was owned by the United States, it was foreign to the United States in a domestic sense, because the island had not been incorporated into the United States.” This new concept of “unincorporated territories” that were “foreign…in a domestic sense” allowed the U.S. government to legislate over the new lands without having to treat them like other parts of the Union, while also preventing the inclusion of their people in the U.S. body politic.
     
    Two months after the court’s decision, on July 25, McKinley issued a proclamation removing tariff duties for products from Puerto Rico, and the sugar industry boomed. 
     
    But what did this system mean for the people in Puerto Rico? In 1902, a pregnant twenty- year-old Puerto Rican woman named Isabel González arrived in New York City to join her fiancé, but the immigration commissioner turned her away on the grounds that she was an “alien” who would require public support. González sued. 
     
    When her case reached the Supreme Court, it concluded in the 1904 Gonzalez v. Williams case that González was not an alien, and indeed that she should not have been denied entry to the United States. The justices went on to create a new category of personhood for the island’s inhabitants. They were not aliens, but they were not citizens either. Instead, they were “noncitizen nationals.” As such, they had some constitutional protections but not all. They could travel to the American mainland without being considered immigrants, but they had no voting rights in the U.S. 
     
    U.S. citizenship for Puerto Ricans was established in the 1917 Puerto Rico Federal Relations Act, also known as the Jones-Shafroth Act. 
     
    Today, Puerto Rico is a self-governing commonwealth of about 3.2 million people. Puerto Ricans do not pay federal taxes or vote in presidential elections, although a resident commissioner serves in Congress and can sit on committees and debate, but not vote on legislation. Puerto Ricans do pay U.S. Social Security taxes and receive certain federal benefits. 
     
    Last night, Bad Bunny highlighted Puerto Rican history, beginning with the workers at the heart of colonial sugar production and moving through to those same cane workers hanging from electric poles in an evocation of the recent blackouts in the country’s inadequate electric grid, poorly addressed by the U.S. government after Hurricane Maria wiped out the system in 2017. He carried the flag of the island from before the U.S. takeover—an independence flag banned from 1948 to 1957— its light blue triangle picked up in various fabrics throughout the performance.
     
    He ended by shouting “God Bless America” in English, echoing the United States mantra in an answer to right-wing critics. And then he rejected the idea animating the current U.S. administration’s deportation of Black and Brown people with the claim they are not Americans and their culture will undermine American culture. 
     
    After saying “God Bless America, Bad Bunny listed in Spanish: “Chile, Argentina, Uruguay, Paraguay, Bolivia, Peru, Ecuador, Brazil, Colombia, Venezuela, Guyana, Panama, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras, El Salvador, Guatemala, Mexico, Cuba, Dominican Republic, Jamaica, Haiti, Antilles, United States—not Estados Unidos—Canada, and Puerto Rico.” 
     
    “Together,” the football he carried said, “we are America.”
     
     

     


     

    segunda-feira, fevereiro 09, 2026

    Hey, think of me as a racist


     

    The Super Bowl Safe Space for Fragile Stupids

     

    "Because I do know this… Bad Bunny doesn’t scare you because he’s successful—he scares you because he didn’t crawl, didn’t beg, didn’t audition for your approval, and didn’t flatten himself into something small, obedient, and flavorless enough for your brittle, toothless worldview to gum without choking. He’s out here selling out stadiums so large they look like military installations from space, bending global culture around his voice while you’re still arguing with strangers online about whether deodorant is a government plot.

    Every record he breaks, every show he headlines, feels like a breach of contract because you were sold a lie—that your whiteness was a passport, a guarantee, a permanent starring role. He doesn’t look like you. He doesn’t talk like you. And you won’t see “yourself” on that stage, which offends you deeply, because it exposes the bullshit promise you keep being sold every single day.

    And oh the goddamn irony of all of this. Oh, the soul-satisfying schadenfreude—of watching you finally choke on the very fragility you spent years mocking in everyone else.

    All that time you laughed, sneered, and spat about “safe spaces,” ridiculed anyone who flinched at cruelty, treated empathy like a contagious rash you could shame people out of. And now here you are, whining for emotional daycare because a man singing on television rattled your delicate little sense of entitlement."


    read more by JOJOFROM JERZ 

    The Super Bowl Safe Space for Fragile Stupids

    BAD BUNNY - NUEVAYoL

     

    Tú tienes piquete, mami, yo tambiénTú estás buena, yo estoy bueno tambiénHuelo rico y ando con los de cienSi tú los quieres, lo tienes que mover



    paqueta.....


     

    domingo, fevereiro 08, 2026

    Donald Trump is a Racist

     

     

    "By now everyone knows that Piggy Trump posted a racist video to his stupid ass Truth Social. I know everyone knows because it punched straight through the background noise and landed in the one place that only ever lights up when something is seriously fucked — my girlfriends’ group chat. The sacred space normally reserved for Instagram reels, town gossip, drink plans, and the ongoing existential crisis of what the fuck am I making for dinner because for the love of all things holy I cannot make pasta again. When that chat suddenly turns political, something has gone so wrong it kicked the door in and made itself everyone’s problem.

    Because when a group of women who are trying to decompress, drink wine, and watch people spin across ice in sequins are suddenly rage-typing about racism and Republican creeps instead, it means the bullshit didn’t stay where it was supposed to. It forced itself into the room, wiped barbecue sauce on the do-not-ever-touch decorative bathroom towels, drank the milk straight out of the carton, knocked shit over, sprawled out on the couch, and sat there long enough for the smell to register before your brain caught up."


    read more from Are you f'ng kidding me?

     

    Donald Trump is a Racist - by JoJoFromJerz

    Narrar sem entender

      

    (ilustração: Romero Cavalcanti)

    "Eneida de Moraes foi uma escritora nascida no Pará e depois radicada no Rio de Janeiro, com longa atuação na imprensa carioca. No seu livro de crônicas Aruanda (1957) ela conta, entre outras histórias saborosas, a história da amizade de seu pai com um vizinho. O pai dela era um ex-comandante de navio, e toda noite, depois do jantar, recebia a visita desse amigo, Seu Lima, que morava ali perto.

    O outro velho vinha para conversar, mas na verdade os dois ficavam sentados em duas cadeiras de balanço, no terraço, balançando-se, fumando e olhando a rua. Depois de meia hora de silêncio, o Comandante dava um suspiro fundo e dizia:

    -- Pois é isso, Seu Lima.

    E o outro respondia:

    -- É verdade, Comandante.

    Este é provavelmente o mais cinematográfico dos diálogos, e no entanto não aparece em nenhum manual-de-roteiro de Syd Field ou de Robert McKee. Não por culpa deles, é claro. Eu vejo esse diálogo, com sua tonelada de significados implícitos, como algo extraído de um filme de Andrei Tarkovsky ou do recentemente falecido Béla Tarr."


    continue lendo no stack de Braulio Tavares 

    035) Narrar sem entender - Braulio Tavares

    sexta-feira, fevereiro 06, 2026

    Crystal Palace Park


     

     

    quinta-feira, fevereiro 05, 2026

    The Mighty Diamonds Pass The Kouchie

     

    IN MEMORIAM SLY DUNBAR Pass the kouchie pon the lef' hand side It a go bun, it a go dung, Jah know

    quarta-feira, fevereiro 04, 2026

    Crystal Palace Park


     

    Mama Told Me (Not To Come)



    The radio is blastin', someone's knockin' at the doorI'm lookin' at my girlfriend, she's passed out on the floorI seen so many things I ain't never seen beforeDon't know what it is, I don't wanna see no more

    IN MEMORIAM CHUCK NEGRON

    terça-feira, fevereiro 03, 2026

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    The Epstein files are a who’s who of Trump’s inner circle

     

     

    "With puffy eyes and a bruised right hand hidden under his left, Donald Trump sat hunched over on his leather chair behind the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office. Behind him stood Pam Bondi, Dr. Oz, RFK Jr., and a few others from his inner circle of elite enablers, all poised to give a false sense of power, control, and normalcy. Instead, it just showed how dazed and detached he was. At one point, he turned and locked eyes with Dr. Oz, with a gaze that looked like the lights had just gone out, as if something inside him had snapped and he was experiencing a cognitive or physical medical crisis. The woman next to Oz leaned in and smiled at him, not kindly but patronizingly, the way you smile at a child who was lost and didn’t know where they were, as they desperately scanned for a safe person to help them.

    At that moment, something had shifted. Trump gave what looked like a subtle cue, maybe it was a motion or just the lost look in his eyes, but his team took it seriously and jumped into action. Trump mumbled something incoherent, followed by, “Thank you, please,” in a strange, flat tone. And suddenly, the press was being ushered out of the room at a speed we haven’t seen before. He didn’t take a single question, which is rare for him. Everyone moved fast, ushering out the press. As they grabbed their equipment in a scramble, Trump just sat there staring into space. His eyes sank back; he was mouth-breathing and nothing else. The others stood behind him, silent and stiff, awkward and unsure of what to do."


    more in the stack by Heather Delaney Reese 

    The Epstein files are a who’s who of Trump’s inner circle

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    Why a T-shirt in a hit movie is trending with Brazilian progressives:

     

     

    "For Pitombeira, the “gift”, which they only discovered by watching the film, could not have come at a better moment.

    It costs about £12,600 to take the group’s 150 members to the two parades it stages during carnival, and Pitombeira has traditionally relied mainly on support from local government, which often arrives late, and to a lesser extent on souvenirs such as caps and T-shirts.

    With record T-shirt sales, the group has already covered the cost of this year’s parades and expects soon to set aside the funds for next year’s as well."

    read report by Tiago Rogero 

    Why a T-shirt in a hit movie is trending with Brazilian progressives: ‘Almost every day they sell out’ | Brazil | The Guardian

    San Salvador - La Fin de la Guerra




    A l avant a l arreir òh pecaire
    Aquò d aquí chambia pas gaire
    Coma ieu l aviá remarcat
    Lo Pialut ambe l embuscat
    Dempuei matin juscanta au ser
    Parlan de la fin de la guèrra

    sábado, janeiro 31, 2026

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    War Wheel


     

    ICE’s performance is intimidating and deadly, but also farcical

     Seeing large men dressed in goggles and trenchcoats echoes the camp fascism of musical comedies

     

    Emma Brockes 

     

    An aspect of ICE’s deadly performance in Minneapolis that goes hand-in-hand with its mission to intimidate is the absolutely farcical tone of the ICE aesthetic. Broadway numbers like Springtime for Hitler in The Producers and, more recently, Das Übermensch in Operation Mincemeat, a showstopper performed with a German techno beat and Nazi boyband – “Third Reich on the mic” – vocals, present fascism as an essentially camp enterprise and we’re reminded this week that ICE fits the mould entirely.

    It’s always about the costumes, isn’t it? Here’s border patrol chief, Greg Bovino, swishing around Minnesota in his long, green trenchcoat – as Gavin Newsom, the governor of California put it, “as if he literally went on eBay and purchased SS garb” – while rank and file ICE agents were described by Keith Ellison, Minnesota’s attorney general, as prancing about in “full battle rattle”. The vests, the fatigues, the goggles; I swear most of these goons are only in it for the accessories and an opportunity to admire themselves and each other under cover of rugged co-combatant team spirit. Meanwhile, as Lydia Polgreen pointed out in the New York Times, their sheer incompetence adds a darkly slapstick layer to events via videos of, for example, large men dressed for war slipping on ice and going “ass over teakettle”.

    If you laugh in their faces you run the risk of being shot, but there’s nothing to stop it going on behind their backs. If I were an editor in New York I would send someone to Broadway to report on how recent events are affecting audiences at Operation Mincemeat – specifically, how they react to a line that passed unremarked in the London West End production, but has been stopping the show in the US: “If people like us just blindly follow orders, the fascists won’t need to bash the door down. They’ll have already won.” Friends who saw the show two weeks ago reported that the performance ground to a halt at this line as the entire theatre rose to its feet, screaming and clapping. One can only imagine how long the interruption is now.

    GUARDIAN 

    Grace Jones - My Jamaican Guy



    Take my life for a driveNever need to change his toolsHim drive like a stubborn muleDat way him naw go plop plopNo way gas gwan bun out pan him

    IN MEMORIAM SLY DUNBAR

    sexta-feira, janeiro 30, 2026

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    O expansionismo de Trump

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    Icarus - The Paul Winter Consort (Ralph Towner)



    IN MEMORIAM RALPH TOWNER

    quinta-feira, janeiro 29, 2026

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    quarta-feira, janeiro 28, 2026

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    The taking of Liam Ramos reveals the sheer sadism of ICE

     

     

    "Liam was bundled up for school against the frigid Minnesota winter. Someone – was it his father, who was captured along with him, or his mother, who must now be wondering when she will see her child again – pulled him into his plaid jacket, and packed a lunch into the Spider-Man backpack that is nearly as big as he is. In a school picture released by his school district, Liam has the fat cheeks of a baby, and a smile that reveals a row of square milk teeth. It is unclear whether, at the detention camp in Texas he was quickly spirited away to, he has been allowed to stay with his father, or whether the boy is imprisoned alone."

    read article by MOIRA DONEGAN 

    The taking of Liam Ramos reveals the sheer sadism of ICE | Moira Donegan | The Guardian

    ‘I wish I had the power to ease his suffering’: Gaza’s cancer patients trapped by war and blockade

     

     

    "Doctors say cancer-related deaths have tripled since Israel’s war on Gaza began, as Israel blocks patients from leaving and restricts the entry of chemotherapy drugs." 

    ‘I wish I had the power to ease his suffering’: Gaza’s cancer patients trapped by war and blockade | Gaza | The Guardian

    In the Trump era, we need satire more than ever. Just don’t expect it to save democracy

     

     

    "“Trump gave us so much fodder that you could only approach it at a superficial level, and a lot of viewers, I think, went: you’re just recounting the day,” millennial American standup star Gianmarco Soresi told me. Comedy at its best, he continued, “is trying to blow things up. Comedy should question power, and the second that comedy becomes power, it’s lost its efficacy, and that’s why it was so offensive when comedians kind of saddled up to Trump.”

    However, Soresi was also quick to say that comedy cannot replace politics: there are limits to its powers. “Do I think we can create a space for relief? Yes. Do I think it can create a space for reflection? Yes. Do I think – as an American Jew – it can poke holes in Israel’s geopolitical agenda? Yes,” says Soresi. “Do I think it can build a political movement that takes down Netanyahu? No.”"


    read analysis by alexander hurst 

    In the Trump era, we need satire more than ever. Just don’t expect it to save democracy | Alexander Hurst | The Guardian

    Bruce Springsteen - Streets Of Minneapolis



    Oh, our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
    Singing through the bloody mist
    Here in our home, they killed and roamed
    In the winter of '26
    We'll take our stand for this land
    And the stranger in our midst

    We'll remember the names of those who died
    On the streets of Minneapolis

    Marianne Faithfull: sem melodrama -

     

     

     

     

     

     

    "É possível que não tenha existido mulher mais linda na história do rock que a inglesa Marianne Faithfull (1946-2025) nos anos 1960.

    É possível também que ninguém do rock – homem ou mulher – tenha mergulhado tão fundo no abismo quanto ela.

    É possível que ninguém tenha se reconstruído como pessoa forte mais que ela.

    E é possível que ninguém da cultura pop tenha uma autobiografia mais sincera e poderosa que Faithfull: An Autobiography, escrita com a ajuda do jornalista inglês David Dalton e publicada originalmente em novembro de 1994."

    leia resenha de MARCELO OROZCO  

    Marianne Faithfull: sem melodrama - by Marcelo Orozco

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    O filme comunista que nao foi financiado pela Lei Rouanet



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    O decenio decisivo

     

    LOR  (Luis Oswaldo Rodrigues) :


    Então, sem vacilo, para sobreviver na catástrofe climática, vamos ter que correr com algumas ideias que o cientista Luiz Marques apresenta em seu último livro “O decênio decisivo – propostas para uma política de sobrevivência”.

    Tenho participado de movimentos ecológicos, lido, escrito e desenhado para procurar entender a mudança climática (ver ao final alguns dos meus textos), mas quase todas as dúvidas que eu tinha foram respondidas no livro do Luiz Marques. Portanto, é o livro mais importante que já li sobre nossa realidade política, econômica e social numa análise rigorosa dos temas relacionados ao aquecimento global e à catástrofe climática que já está em curso.

    O “decênio decisivo” a qu se refere Luiz Marques - para que pudéssemos reduzir os impactos do aquecimento global - é a década que estamos vivendo (2020 a 2030), na qual deveria haver mudanças significativas no capitalismo predador e seu consumo de energia insustentável. Sem estas mudanças drásticas, não conseguiremos ficar abaixo dos 2 graus de elevação da temperatura média da superfície do planeta, o que significa alterações profundas do clima no planeta, as quais ameaçam a civilização atual e a continuidade da nossa própria espécie.

    Algumas ideias fartamente documentadas no livro do Luiz Marques são:

    1)       Não há mais tempo para reverter a mudança climática que o modo de produção capitalista provocou

    2)       Não há capitalismo sustentável

    3)       Não há sinais de que a elite dominante possa mudar seu modo de vida predatório, inclusive porque elas não dão a mínima para os cientistas

    4)       Não há, até agora, tecnologia salvadora

    5)       Não sabemos exatamente o que acontecerá, mas todos os cenários cientificamente estudados são de sofrimento para milhões de pessoas

    6)       Não há solução individual

    7)       Não há para onde fugir

    Diante desta situação, as alternativas para reduzirmos o sofrimento das futuras gerações, segundo Luiz Marques, são (parênteses meus, como entendi):

    Redução radical e emergencial das diversas desigualdades entre os membros da espécie humana (socialismo democrático).

    Diminuição imediata do consumo humano de materiais e de energia (em todas suas formas, portanto decrescimento econômico).

    Extensão da ideia de sujeito de direito às demais espécies, à biosfera e às paisagens naturais (o planeta não é recurso, muito menos infinito).

    Restauração e ampliação das reservas naturais, que devem ser consideradas como santuários inacessíveis aos mercados globais (especialmente onde vivem os povos originários).

    Desmantelamento da economia global e transição para uma civilização descarbonizada (mudar para energia eólica, nuclear e solar).

    Desglobalização do sistema alimentar e sua transição para uma alimentação baseada em nutrientes vegetais (abolir o consumo industrial da carne, zerar o desmatamento).

    Transformar o arcabouço jurídico internacional em benefício de uma soberania nacional relativa (um mundo sem fronteiras, sem nacionalismos).

    Acelerar o decrescimento econômico e a transição demográfica (ou seja, menos crescimento com população mundial menor).

     

    Meu pânico vem do fato de já estarmos no meio da década... e o que vemos é o capitalismo aumentando sua destruição do ambiente, incluindo as novas guerras, os muitos governantes negacionistas do aquecimento global, o enfraquecimento das entidades internacionais de controle do clima e o esvaziamento das ações em defesa do ambiente, como a COP 30, em Belém. Assim, o novo mundo que está surgindo ameaça se tornar a sexta extinção em massa.” 

    Remembering Sal Buscema, 1936-2026

     

     

    "Buscema’s illustrious career spanned more than four decades, penciling and inking the Marvel Universe’s most iconic heroes and villains. Joining his brother John Buscema, the pair formed an integral family legacy at Marvel Comics." 

    Remembering Sal Buscema, 1936-2026 | Marvel

    twenty one pilots - Never Take It (Livestream Version)



    Now that they know information (information)Is just a currency and nothing moreKeep the truth in quotations (in quotations)'Cause they keep lying through their fake teeth

    terça-feira, janeiro 27, 2026

    Meu album de 2025 (28) | engolindo um barco | swallowing a boat


     

    Quem roubou a cena de mais patético da semana

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    Sly & Robbie - Taxi Riddim Instrumental (in memoriam Sly Dunbar)

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    PLURIBUS: THE POWER OF DIVISION - by Slavoj Žižek

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    "Five novels about the global catastrophe and its aftermath have deeply marked my thinking "

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    PLURIBUS: THE POWER OF DIVISION - by Slavoj Žižek

    Preservando a memória do fanzine brasileiro

     

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    Com esta trajetória de décadas pelo universo dos fanzines ele resolve, a partir de seu acervo particular, organizar a memória do movimento das publicações alternativas e funda, em 2020, em sua própria residência na zona Leste da cidade de São Paulo, a Fanzinoteca Zine House Brasil, se tornando também um pioneiro na preservação histórica do movimento. Com um acervo de mais de 1500 publicações a coleção vem crescendo dia a dia com novos exemplares que recebe de todo o Brasil, São Paulo (infelizmente o acervo não é aberto ao público mas, sob agendamento, ele recebe visitas dos interessados, principalmente de estudiosos e pesquisadores)."

    leia repoprtagem da Revista Pirralha  

    Preservando a memória do fanzine brasileiro | Revista Pirralha

    Trump is doing his best to subvert his own DoJ’s case against Maduro.

     Jeffrey St. Clair >

     
    + It’s been nearly 2 weeks since Trump’s Venezuelan coup and his declaration that the US is running Venezuela. But the US still isn’t running Venezuela.

    + Trump is doing his best to subvert his own DoJ’s case against Maduro. First, in a press conference at Mar-a-Lago, Trump accused Maduro of heading a drug cartel that his own DoJ now admits doesn’t exist. Second, in his social media post announcing Maduro’s kidnapping, he referred to Maduro as “President Nicolas Maduro,” which contradicts his DOJ’s position that Maduro is not the legitimate leader of Venezuela and shouldn’t be afforded sovereign immunity. (It was for the reason that the previous Trump administration stopped referring to him as president in 2019, when they were considering a similar operation.)

    + In his Mar-a-Lago press conference, Trump claimed that Maduro was the head of “the vicious cartel known as Cartel de los Soles, which flooded our nation with lethal poison.” In fact, the term Cartel de los Soles is slang for “drug corruption in the military.” When your case crumbles before you even present it to a judge…

    + One of the Department of Justice’s key witnesses in its case against Maduro is Hugo Carvajal, a former Venezuelan general, who pleaded guilty last year to drug trafficking charges and, in December, wrote a letter asking for leniency, in which he backed the farcical claim that Venezuela had helped rig the 2020 election for Biden.

    + The big question in Venezuela remains: who was the CIA’s source inside the Maduro government? Much of the focus has been on VP, Delcy Rodriguez, who, though she has publicly denounced the raid and kidnapping, seems to be maintaining a back-channel to Rubio. But her hold on power remains tenuous, with Chauvistas to the left of her, MUD to her right and the generals watching for any false step. Jon Lee Anderson: “I guess she’s expected to keep the heads of the military and the intelligence services from doing any power grabs or displacing her. But there may be mutual suspicions there. So it’s kind of a knife-edge situation.”

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    A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Davos

     

     "Trump landed a deflated man. During his nearly incoherent speech at the World Economic Forum, Trump looked morose and sounded peevish. The words slurred, the fraying sentences trailing off into the ether. His insults lacked fire and punch. He rambled aimlessly. His cognitive decline, never a fall from alpine heights to begin with, was on full public display.

    Was this the fearsome tyrant, so many had trembled in obeisance before? He looked like an old man, frail in body, infirm in mind. Not the new Sun King of his cult-stoked fantasies, but a patriarch deep into his autumn, struggling to find the words for retreat. Trump’s strategy (if you can call it that) for cultivating more enemies than friends was always doomed to backfire on him. The only question was how long it would take and how many he’d drag down with him. "


    READ ARTICLE BY JEFFREY ST, CLAIR 

    A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Davos - CounterPunch.org

    “Trump’s” This, “Trump’s” That, “Trump’s….and a Telling Truth (or Two)

    "The FakeUSA is a religious state. Its highest holy is unrestrained scheming for private profits. The church alternates between two choirs which are funded by the monetarily-obsessed elites of the church who are quickly bored by and resentful of any voices which have redeeming, unscripted and genuine qualities and which do not help drown-out the tormented cries of the prey – whose consumption is mandated by the greed-filled desperate elites. Trump is the latest choirmaster and his effectiveness is reflected in the passions and smugness of both choirs. He out-Bushes the Bushes and he out-Obamas the Obamas and he proudly knows he has achieved a level of honest indifference to rampant suffering – in the name of monetary impunity – which his predecessors and congresses had long been striving towards. He also knows that it is the passions of both his supporters and his (supposed) opponents which reinforce the falsehood of his fake individualism. THEY make him extraordinary and they both foolishly help make his democrat and republican enablers appear as if they are to varying degrees more respectably reticent and hapless. They mistake cynicism and compliance as a sign of wisdom. Cravenness flourishes among the voters as they proudly eschew integrity in favor of what they misguidedly grasp at as pragmatism (which is, in reality, a devotion to can-kicking and lint-picking for the benefit of the greediest predators)."

    more in the article by CLARKE SCOTT 

     “Trump’s” This, “Trump’s” That, “Trump’s….and a Telling Truth (or Two) - CounterPunch.org

    The Donroe Doctrine is a Recipe for Two, Three... Many Iraqs

     "This is the real reason why the Donald isn’t so quick to shove a Washington snitch like Maria Machado into the presidential palace. He’s gaming on making another one of his infamous scumfuck deals with the same military brass he calls a cartel in hopes that they can convince the lower ranks to put down their gats while he siphons off the gas supply. It’s a big fucking gamble and he better pray it pays off because otherwise he has painted his ass into a corner with more than just Venezuelan crude. Latin America is one big Molotov cocktail that’s been ready to blow since the Conquistadors lit it to fire the rise the First World with the fuel of the Third and I’m not the first lunatic to eyeball that flame with a flicker of rambunctious hope either."

    read article by NICKY REID  

    The Donroe Doctrine is a Recipe for Two, Three... Many Iraqs - CounterPunch.org

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    Did Hunter S. Thompson really kill himself?

      

    "For decades, Owl Farm was Hunter S. Thompson’s lair, the place where he wrote, drank and drugged, entertained celebrities, shot guns at all hours, commanded his quixotic campaign for sheriff in 1970 and, finally, on a snowy Sunday evening in February 2005, died in front of his IBM Selectric typewriter from a single gunshot to the head.

    The next day, a doctor conducted an autopsy and reported, “the injuries were consistent with the reported self-inflicted gunshot wound.”

    “Case status is Closed/noncriminal,” the chief investigator for the county sheriff’s department wrote to close out his report.

    That’s where things seemed destined to remain, until quite recently."

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    The whole world saw Trump's cognitive collapse today

     

     

    "Today, as the navy curtains parted, Trump emerged into view, confused, slow to react, like he wasn’t sure whether he was walking into a meeting or waking up from one. His arms hung awkwardly at his sides. His legs were rigid and slightly bent, like he didn’t know how far to walk or what direction he was supposed to go. His shoulders were hunched forward, his mouth was open as he struggled to take full breaths, and his eyes stared eerily forward, wide, blank, and unblinking. He didn’t seem aware of where he was or that he was once again stepping in front of the world’s leading business and government leaders.

    Within minutes of the image being posted on social media, people identifying as healthcare workers were commenting under it. One said, “Those are dementia eyes. As a healthcare worker, I know them well.” Another posted, “I’ve worked in dementia care for 4 solid years; Jan 2018 to Dec 2021, I recognise a dementia patient, when I see a dementia patient, and I SEE A DEMENTIA PATIENT. He is standing there lost, bewildered & utterly confused!” Someone else added, “That is literally how my 86-year-old mother stands. She’s had multiple mini strokes. She walks hunched over and she wears diapers. I love her, but I would not let her near the White House.”"


    MORE INTHE STACK BY HEATHER DELANEY REESE 

    The whole world saw Trump's cognitive collapse today

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