Trump is Da Man

Can he save the money though

George

@BehizyTweets

BREAKING: The President of Congo just offered the United States ownership of his country's minerals to entice President Trump to put an end to the war backed by Rwanda. Congo holds more than half the world's Cobalt and Colton. They also have substantial deposits of Gold, Copper, Tin, Lithium, etc. China currently has a considerable influence in Congo's mineral sector, and before them, it was the Europeans. The United States is also one of the most mineral-rich countries in the world, with more reserves being discovered frequently. It's unclear whether President Trump would want a deal like this. But owning some of their minerals in exchange for security is at least far better than what we currently get for protecting Europe (NOTHING).

What is this strange feeling of unease that accompanies us? That nausea of living day after day in this situation, in this climate... The key, the sense of the present escapes us, we only feel its flow and its shipwreck. We are missing something essential but imprecise. We are short of breath, and we do not know in what sense, in what way, why. It is as if we were under a Hood. Yes, a Hood. It is the least vague definition; it indicates a sensation that takes us in the chest and you cannot say if it rises from the lungs, from the heart, or if it descends from the mind to the heart, to the chest, until it closes the pit of the stomach. It looms over the world, not just over us. We will write it with a capital letter. A Hood oppresses us , its density prevents us from seeing beyond, from reading inside, which then means being intelligent; from being alive with full breath. You feel its weight even if the Hood has no features and no boundaries, it cannot be measured or compared, it is ineffable and enveloping. You are in it, so you cannot evaluate its breadth, its thickness, its consistency. Other worlds and other ways of living are closed to you. The heavy aftermath of the pandemic is the switching of the Health Hood into a mental habit and a network of restrictions in civil, social, ideological, cultural spheres. It is the new paradigm. Health obligations and prohibitions become inhibitions and controls. Therapy becomes a system.

It is there, impalpable and real global without being universal: it seems physical and it is metaphysics, it seems metaphysics and it is physics, atmospheric, stratospheric. Automatic dictatorship, for subsequent repercussions.

The health crisis has expanded and accelerated its course, which extends its application. The Hood is a bit like the climate, an ineffable oppression. And yet the Hood when it descends to the human and terrestrial level can be defined as the Dome in ecclesiastical-mafia jargon. It is the dominant class that dominates society; the leaders of finance, technology, social media, health, industry, high bureaucracy and institutions or who exercise hegemony over culture and academies, entertainment and communication. Politics is also dominated by a fixed Dome. The caste, the class, the nomenklatura, are its further figurations and offshoots.

Today the system is called establishment , it is a “neutral” but prevailing structure, and power is called governance ; it is a dome, without a summit. Headless domination. Its breeding ground is called mainstream . It has a “political” value because it still pertains to the command, to the direction of a society through the powers and ideas that dominate it. The Hood, on the other hand, is something more anonymous and climatic, it touches the existential sphere and pervades minds, souls, permeates the Spirit of the Times; it affects the vision of the world, of reality, the relationships between men and with things. It insinuates itself into our organism and threatens our health, put to the test by the long pandemic; it becomes a health issue, a search for immunity and terror of contagion, proximity and gatherings. The feeling of living inside or under a Hood of infected and suspicious air is strong. Covering up, masking up, holding your breath, distancing yourself. But this apnea goes far beyond health restrictions, it is now a mentality, a modus vivendi. It is the passage from the open society to the covered society , in which the Hood takes on the guise of global surveillance and adopts the cage of prohibitions and blackouts. An atmosphere, or something that deeply permeates it.

The Hood is global , or rather it is the representation of the global that watches over us. Thoughts become rancid, ideas wither because they are devoid of sap and light…

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