Max McNabb

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My grandpa’s house is now up for sale. Please like and share this post from Texas Hill Country below. Much appreciated!

Objects in a black mirror may be closer than they appear.

Search engines are garbage now. They don’t search for the specific string of words you want. They bury those results under an avalanche of most popular pages and SEO gobbledygook. Even a few years ago, no matter how esoteric the subject, you could find an obscure blog or rant on a forum. Impossible now. This is seriously impeding my ability to research even mundane topics, like trying to find out what university houses a manuscript by a buffalo hunter. Part of it is because the search engines are catering to the lowest common denominator—and the average person is an imbecile who shouldn’t be allowed on the internet at all. But the greater part, I suspect, is the info war. Once the Epstein blackmail ring got blown, once people started to realize that American politicians and journalists are being blackmailed by a p**o ring in the service of a known foreign power, the response from the managerial class was to deliberately obscure information, purposefully trashing search engines. Your personal knowledge, the information you can remember or that you have secured in a physical library, is far more important than the internet. Everything online can be memory-holed, history retconned in real-time.

Geometry of the plains, shifting degrees of perspective. A house on a slight hill in the middle distance sailing on its patch of prairie against the background’s flat horizon sliding out the opposite direction, as we speed along a dead-level stretch of straight two-lane blacktop. Seventy-five miles an hour and Like a Rolling Stone blaring. I believe that’s called a parallax.

Whenever you pay in cash now, the clerk acts astounded that you’re not just going to whip out your Mark of the Beast™️ like a normal person.

Opening the Whataburger box at midnight, seeing they forgot my gravy, and penetrating to the substrate of pain where all souls are one.

When I was a kid, I thought America would always be the way it was, that my grandpa won WWII and America was a fact of nature. Now it’s clear that American life 1945-2008 was a historical aberration. Purchased in blood and ashes, not to come again. Never in the lifetime of your children or their children will Americans have the delusional luxury of believing that all history was only tending toward them, the grand madness we enjoyed since the end of WWII. Your children will cease to understand history as “progress.”

Immanentize the eschaton in the atomized heart and only there. Today we see the soul of man laid bare. The wheat, the tare.

The U.S. is now courting nuclear war in such a reckless way that it would've made cold warriors break out in @$$holes and s**t themselves to death.