It’s honestly really unfortunate what’s happening with Luigi Mangione. He has so many supporters, but they’re all just, like, people trying to go viral for how hard they can thirst after him. We’re all infected with the same sickness, the one that prevents us from doing a goddamn thing other than retreat into our fucking computers and phones and look at pictures of him.

Honestly, like, it’s great that he’s hot, and he obviously has little control over that (though there are some decisions he’s making, like, hair and fashion-wise that show he knows what he’s doing and is playing into it… but I digress), but it’s sort of unfortunate, because it’s just, like, a means for the most brain-dead people on planet earth to continue to have no class consciousness, even though that’s what they think they’re developing.

Can someone actually fucking DO something???? Or are we all just gonna sit here on twitter watching blue checks upload pictures of him and see who can post the funniest reaction gif about how wet their pussy is for him?

And I’m just like them, mind you! I was zooming in on the picture of his feet in those Italian shoes shackled at the bare ankles! I’m looking at his eyebrows and his cute haircut and thinking he’s hot! Because my brain has also been rewired by all the pornographic content online and all the dating apps which have trained me to value people solely based on their appearance and how I can leverage that appearance to get my own rocks off.

Maybe the solution is to chemically castrate myself or something. Like, I genuinely believe that sex drive is like… it’s like, being taken advantage of by the internet and companies and whoever the fuck actually benefits from this stuff, like the government I guess?

All the people who benefit from us being brainwashed. All of them are benefiting. And all of them are just, like, benefiting from all of us not caring enough about anything to resort to the same kinds of ends that Luigi did. We all just get distracted by how fucking hot he is. And like, he is fucking hot. Let me make that very clear once again. I’m no better than anyone else.

Look at me. Sitting here on the damn couch in my friend’s house at 11 PM on a Friday night with no plans to do anything particularly revolutionary in the near or distant future. I mean, I have pie-in-the-sky dreams about doing some kind of nebulous revolutionary act, but like, it’s not really happening now, is it? And isn’t like… isn’t now all we’ve got? And shouldn’t I at least be, like… preparing something? Instead of letting my energy get all diffused like this? But then again, like… it’s like… I’m one person and stuff, and like… what am I really supposed to do?

Is it enough to model what I believe to be good behavior? Show people what I think and feel and believe and see if that will sway anything in any direction? Not really sure. Not sure if like… not sure. Like, do I start a fucking blog like creedthoughts? It’s a good idea. It’s blogging, though. That’s so fucking fake and gay (derogatory) and cringe and neoliberal. Like, I’m going to blog my way to a better future for all of us? I doubt that. Holy shit. Spare me.

I feel like the internet shouldn’t be involved. It would have to give something more real life. Not sure what it would be. Like… I really do fuck heavily with Luigi Mangione’s MO and Fanon and those guys who recognized the power of violence, but like… okay, what’s that really going to do? Luigi did violence and now he’s just getting thirsted over on X (formerly known as twitter) all day. Nobody, absolutely nobody talking about any of his ideas anymore. Like we’re just kind of accepting him as a sort of figure head of… something. And literally a figure head. We’re just staring at his head. Not thinking about what’s happening INSIDE his head. It’s all so fucked, dude. I don’t know where we go from here. It’s disappointing.

Someone needs to do something. We all need to be getting more experimental. We need to be fucking pushing the limits in ways that we aren’t currently. I was watching Drag Race and, like, the lip-sync and shit, and just watching how everyone is kind of doing the same kind of thing… like, there’s nothing truly SHOCKING. I want to see fucking SHOCK value. I want to exude shock value. I want to be shocking. I want to do things so differently that people have no choice but to be shocked by it. What’s it going to take for that to be the case? What am I gonna do? What am I supposed to do? Study for step 1?

What the hell is the point of existing in this thoroughly post-post-modern world? What are we all doing? We’re all just fucking victims! All just brainwashed by the same fucking stupid old bullshit! I’m so sick of it! What the fuck are we doing? We’re missing it!!!! We’re missing the goddamn point!

I don’t know, man. Just like… deeply sigh. Sometimes that’s the only thing I can think of. And I don’t even think of it. I just do it. Maybe that’s the answer? Less thinking, more doing. I feel like that’s a conclusion I’ve reached many times in my life. To no avail, I guess. Like, it never really…. I don’t know if it’s ever really done anything. I’m still here in the same old boat just thinking my way through life.