Comm(i)e ci comm(i)e ça…& applies to all the “other” emperors’ robes cultural exoskeletons, civilization-straighjackets, domesticated ethical-moral lifedinghy dilemmas, hollow trojan(eration)s – X marks the Millennial BoomerZ Greatest Rorschach ink spotsblots – and all the rest of the leaky prophylactics, too.

Vid-voice says un-ironically PRC is low trust society (which is a legacy from externalized-without {book title: Mistakes Were Made (But Not By We): Why We Justify Foolish Beliefs, Bad Decisions, & Hurtful Acts} blah, blah, blah…), but that people trust blood, trust family, & that filial piety – the virtue of honoring/serving parents & ancestors – is baked into the bye bye miss china pie. Like all those pied persons in Titus Andronicus were. Yum. (Remember Lum’s? And to bring your Tums?)

Abortion “here” infanticide “there” (& infantalizedcide once the goes around comes back around & the what that went on 4 feet in the morning, 2 at noon, & 3 in the evening is locked away in an Epstein-Secure “care facility”) as synchronized “we” – & esp the youthful cannon fodder – go marching “everywhere” ←←← the direction of priority, who does the net-net sacrificing of the other, is, & always has been, clear ←←← as is who gets nyet-nyet sacrificed & the direction of the shot/s fired →→→ thru whose born to be sunk bows →→→ (humanimal is cannibal…& its “veal” appetite is insatiable…but neither will it turn up its nose to other cuts of the body realpolitic).

Saw some chewing on “economics” over at Z-Man’s place & how *all* those leaky cultures-theories-narratives just don’t seem to work, end of the day, but never ever stop procreating, metastasizing, “mutating” anyway – we’ll get ‘em, & a bigger budget, next year!

Somebody said econ’s downstream ofrom politics – which means/is to say war, the worldwide war of all against all that the Hobbes-nailed boots on necks assured domestication (they call it “civilization”) would prevent.

Another reminded that once upon a time, before specialization got so sliver-sutured, that part of the frankenstein monster was called the larger lump “political economy” (which prolly became political incorrect, some point).

Somebody else said the whole mess is downstream biology – & that one found the undeniable headwaters of da’ nile.

Substrate’s sow’s ear & silk road’s most travelled by is whichever route can shortestcut to fattest possible-estimable slices of silk purse with the most fundamental deluxe subbasement in the sky of those driven “drivers” represented by the likes of Bezos’ ex-wife’s ex-best friend’s-cum-Bezo-wife-newest, Schwartzeneggar’s domestic’s magic-bullet-not-a-theory-Kennedy-terminator – politics’ bedfellows ain’t stranger than perversity’s, not to mention proximity’s (♪love the one you’re with♫)…but slices-same, just smaller, are billions of driven Han Chinese, or even however many Nebraska cornhuskers – see Cy Tolliver’s pitches – & most everybodywhere else, too, in the spacetime confidencewo/man continuum.

Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex

(Melville tore it up with his The Confidence-Man: His Masquerade, but also with his Bartleby, the Scrivener: A Story of Wall Street, who – & I, like him – would prefer not to…but Jimmy Crack Corn, & the fever, don’t care, got pre•ferences of their own that “transcend” – trans•ferences: It’s A Kind of Magic(al) hair of the dog&pussycat what bit ya’ therapy)