The Post-Partisan Emporium

  Cognitive Collapse: A First Reconnaissance As most of my readers know by now, when there are five Wednesdays in a month, it’s up to the readers to suggest and then vote on the theme for the post I put up on the final Wednesday. Sometimes most of my readers vote for a single theme, sometimes there’s a quiet little contest among an assortment of themes. Then there was this month, where three topics broke from the pack early on, a lot of people who rarely or never vote in these contests flung themselves into the fray, and all three of the leading topics got more votes than most winning topics do. Since I have the best as well as the most eccentric commentariat on the internet, I decided promptly enough that the only sensible thing to do was to do posts on all three. This week’s post, accordingly, is on the topic that nosed ahead in the final days of the contest and won the contest. Some weeks ago, in the course of the ongoing discussion of Situationism on this blog, I noted that the...

  Kill Wuffy And call your mother. Mark Bisone WARNING: The following video is an MP4 of a YouTube ad, which I captured from the debug info and downloaded from  this source . 1  It was first delivered to me via Google’s AdSense algorithm. Should you happen to encounter it in the wild, the stream will include a link to a website in the corner. DO NOT CLICK THAT LINK. I don’t care if you’re a modern day Achilles, working some Zero Trust freezer gig in sub-dungeon 17 of the NSA’s cybersec division. I guarantee whatever’s lurking on the other side of that click has been trained to bite. Now: witness this stunning masterpiece of Neo-Horror Megaslop. What makes this one interesting to me is the multilayered horrors on display. There is something like a demented genius to its construction. It bends almost all the way to funny, in the way that Freddie Krueger is almost funny until you remember he raped and killed children. By now, we’re all accustomed to the first onion peel; the...