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>>9922986
The US is becoming the old Soviet Russia in terms of boogeyman. Europe, Japan, China are all slowly creating friendships with Russia while ostracizing the US.

Bottom line is: even if you mount a puppet show its end will reveal to the audience how they were played to see a story that didn't benefit them.

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>>9922994
So is pretty much getting the bigger quantity of political capital and using it while you can.
Although I know the US is getting more and more criticism, a friend of mine who was in the army actualy said to me that if the US was in war with the entire fucking planet, the US actualy had a chance because of how insane their industrial output is. He wasent american, to those who say is american propaganda.
Lately I have comming to the conclusion that if you go to war with a country, and you want to make a major change in that country system of goverment, annex them.
But I know that, as Kissinger said in his books, that annexations are one of the most warmongering things for a state to do to other and this usualy leads for you getting a coalision to hold your advance, because not only you are a danger, but also because you are destroying the order that you live in.
Although annexation is a traumatizing experience for amoust every society, it seens less harmfull than eternal war or civil unrest like in Iraq and Palestine.
And also, what is better for a internal political system them? From the little I know from Schimitt, for example, since conflict is inevitable, the goverment should only try to avoid it,'s citizends killing one another... With this, are despotic governments the better form of government? But every despotic governement ever failed and is universal hated...
But so is democratic ones lately.
I keep wondering them what is a "good foram of governement", less in the Plato's way and more in the pragmatic and with allow's citizens to live their lifes while dont allowing them kill one another.

Do any of anons wanna add something? Plz, gib ideas.

>>9923029
>Although I know the US is getting more and more criticism, a friend of mine who was in the army actualy said to me that if the US was in war with the entire fucking planet, the US actualy had a chance because of how insane their industrial output is. He wasent american, to those who say is american propaganda.
If the US was at war with every single nation it would get demolished in a month or so. Most countries don't have great armies because they are not at war every 5 or so years like the US. If these countries go to war they'll start creating tanks, jets and battleships. Going to war with world would also create a regime meltdown as the already decaying american political system is already crumbling. They're already at an eminent civil war and you think they would have a chance of dealing with the entire world?

>Lately I have comming to the conclusion that if you go to war with a country, and you want to make a major change in that country system of goverment, annex them.
That always works, right? Ukraine is probably a great case of that!

Dude, lmao. Your English is so shit I can't believe you're a native american citizen.

The Meditations by Marcus Aurelius are great for discipline.

>>9922890
Read stuff that changes your mindset towards work/competition/your projects/hobbies. Don't rely on motivation. Motivation is a like a slut; she'll come and go when she wants; rely on discipline.

>>9923080
This anon already brought up a good one
I also recommend Musashi the book of five rings.

Unironically Infinite Jest

Terrible, like amoust everything in my fucking life.

I pretty much gave up writing even as a hobby when I stopped dreaming.
I'm going to postpone writing until I become rich and afford a super expensive mattress

Flatlined. I haven't written in weeks, and don't much feel like doing so. I've got ideas and can fit them into narratives but I'd rather stay permadrunk and watch action movies.

>>9922672
>What is this called?
Onamonapia

Onomatopeea

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>>9922679
im so fuking triggered

Jon Snow deserves to die

What answer do you expect? What answer do you want?

Mediocre.

>>9922425
OP you fucked up. You should have made a thread about Brecht or Gramsci or Luxemberg or someone the /pol/tards wouldn't recognize as a marxist.

>>9922425
Marx is soooooooooooooo 20th century

Why are we still discussing him? Not to be that guy but we really haven't had one succesful lasting truly Marxist nation, despite the fact that we've had like 1.5 centuries of time to get it right.

Can communism actuallly work in reality?

>>9922435
Not to be that guy but the material conditions weren't/aren't right yet. I think communism could work in a theoretical future but the conditions for it don't exist right now.

>incoherent babbling
You have to be seriously thick if you think that's true.

>>9922432
it is babbling, they are just uttering random shit to each other, it is autistic as hell, you may find some gems in it but there is very little to get out of these works.

>>9922421
That isn't true. Try the No Fear Shakespeare series, where the facing pages have the text written in contemporary language. It's easier to see how Shakespeare makes sense.

>>9922360
I like these guys.

Idk what philosophy I identify with but ON is defintely up there.

>>9922360

You're posting here. If you were to be an optimistic nihilist, just kill yourself. This place will be the further you will ever go.

fucking litlet.

>>9922360
this is called hedonism

next

Livy talks about an eclipse in book 22.

>Augebant metum prodigia ex pluribus simul locis nuntiata: in Sicilia militibus aliquot spicula, in Sardinia autem in muro circumeunti uigilias equiti scipionem quem manu tenuerit arsisse et litora crebris ignibus fulsisse et scuta duo sanguine sudasse, et milites quosdam ictos fulminibus et solis orbem minui uisum, et Praeneste ardentes lapides caelo cecidisse, et Arpis parmas in caelo uisas pugnantemque cum luna solem, et Capenae duas interdiu lunas ortas, et aquas Caeretes sanguine mixtas fluxisse fontemque ipsum Herculis cruentis manasse respersum maculis, et in Antiati metentibus cruentas in corbem spicas cecidisse, et Faleriis caelum findi uelut magno hiatu uisum quaque patuerit ingens lumen effulsisse; sortes sua sponte attenuatas unamque excidisse ita scriptam: "Mauors telum suum concutit", et per idem tempus Romae signum Martis Appia uia ac simulacra luporum sudasse, et Capuae speciem caeli ardentis fuisse lunaeque inter imbrem cadentis.

A very superstitious people. Can you imagine an augur having the ability to stop a war or break a legislature?

For all our founding fathers idealized it the Roman republic had more in common with some failed state in Africa than anything you'd want to live under.

>massive corruption, vote-buying
>disenfranchisement
>armed mobs representing different political parties
>someone could put your name on a list and you'd be legally murdered

Like Sallust said
>Sed ego adulescentulus initio, sicuti plerique, studio ad rem publicam latus sum ibique mihi multa advorsa fuere. Nam pro pudore, pro abstinentia, pro virtute audacia, largitio, avaritia vigebant. 4 Quae tametsi animus aspernabatur insolens malarum artium, tamen inter tanta vitia imbecilla aetas ambitione corrupta tenebatur; 5 ac me, cum ab reliquorum malis moribus dissentirem, nihilo minus honoris cupido eadem, qua ceteros, fama atque invidia vexabat.

The "fama" he alludes to was the fact that he was completely addicted to prostitutes and almost went bankrupt on them.

In Horace's day Jewish people were proverbial for their proselytism.

>hoc est mediocribus illis
>ex vitiis unum; cui si concedere nolis,
>multa poetarum veniat manus, auxilio quae
>sit mihi—nam multo plures sumus—, ac veluti te
>Iudaei cogemus in hanc concedere turbam.

Did the Romans write any drinking poems? I've never seen one. This one is rather beautiful. It reminds me of Li Bai.

ὅταν πίνω τὸν οἶνον,
εὕδουσιν αἱ μέριμναι.
τί μοι πόνων, τί μοι γόων,
τί μοι μέλει μεριμνῶν;
θανεῖν με δεῖ, kἂν μὴ θέλω·
τί τὸν βίον πλανῶμαι;
πίωμεν οὖν τὸν οἶνον
τὸν τοῦ kαλοῦ Λυαίου·
σὺν τῷ δὲ πίνειν ἡμᾶς
εὕδουσιν αἱ μέριμναι.

>When I drink wine, my worries go to sleep. What do I care about troubles, about sorrows, about worries? I must die, even if I do not wish to: why puzzle over life? Let's drink the wine of fair Lyaeus; for when we drink, our worries go to sleep.

>"not enough PoC"
>"women don't have agency"
>more dead white males

>postmodern author with male protagonist
>male protagonist gets cheated on/loses the girl
>entire plot centres around his failures

every time

>>9922034
>One-star review on Amazon
>It's from a Kindle faggot

>>9921569
This reminds me of that gay play Joyce wrote as a young cuck.

This is /lit/ and I quote, "/lit/ is for the discussion of literature, specifically books (fiction & non-fiction), short stories, poetry, creative writing, etc." Not this self-help what-do-I-do type threat with some vague association with literature.

>>9921585
It's about literary life, to be fair.

>genre fiction
baka desu

>>9921550
>please note: this thread will probably feature a lot of my fuckface thoughts, in the fucked-face way that i present them.
lol so randumb xDD

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>>9921573
genre fiction is the jam & video games are amazing. much moreso than film, from which they have cribbed many of their storytelling techniques

but the whole thing w/vidya is choice. you get to choose your endings, you get to choose your factions...

>>9921576
forewarned is forearmed

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Taylor

“What?” the vendedor sounded hoarse with his parted mouth, all dry. His eyes winced under the overcast sun.
“Dos.” the niñita said, holding up two digits.
“Just two? For sure.” he replied, handing her two pieces of Pan de Muerto – bread to honour the dead. Today was the Day of the Dead, on one of the hottest November days in Puebla’s history, and it was only the second of the month. Tasting of anise and sugar, the baked dough was velvety on her irregularly pink tongue, she gulped down a handful of it at a time.
“Muy bien.”
He nodded at her without understanding. Her lips, which were once pursed and pale, became ruby and beamed into a smile. The vendedor continued to nod at her as she walked away, leaving to go find the sombrero-wearing clown who made balloon animals. When she came to find him, hobbled over a stool by a wheeled cart drawn by a donkey, she introduced herself as Julia Ramirez. Julia, she said, because she was named after Julia Roberts from Pretty Woman. Her mother adored that film. The red, fake nose bobbed up and down as the clown only nodded in an absent sort-of way.
“Dog?” he asked, gesturing towards something that had four legs and a tail, with a long piece of balloon that looked like a sausage for a face.
“No,” she said. “Un gusano.”
“Un gusano?” he tried to say the foreign words, and failed with his thick Puebla accent. “What’s that?”
Eventually, after failing to convey to him what she meant in her words, she mimed a worm to a tee and pointed at the ground, at which point he knew what she wanted. The clown shrugged his padded shoulders, which sat under a sombrero, one part of a colourfully blotched costume. Then producing a deflated balloon, all shrivelled and deep green. She had her balloon worm now, and her bread that she’d almost entirely consumed. When she leaned in to kiss the clown’s orange face, he reeled back and told her to mind the makeup.
“The makeup! You’re crazy, kid, do you speak any Spanish? You’re, how you say in English?”
Pausing, snapping his fingers to recall, he finally found it from all the movies he watched back at home on VHS.
“Loco.”
She only furrowed her brow, then said: “Habla usted Inglés?”
Nothing.
This time she would try out her Spanish: “English? Any English?”
“I don’t speak English sorry. You must be a tourist. A tour-ist.” he said slowly. “Understand? Well, I can’t help you anymore. Beat it.”
The clown upon giving up on the little American girl, rolled a greyhound cigarillo and gestured at her to buzz off. But she only stared up at him with big, lilac eyes.

The Elven sentries shrank from the glaring sun to the canopy of the Great Tree. They were particularly tired that day, so they played games of cards and dice.

‘Hot day today, yeah?’, one said while taking a sip from his leather flask. And when his mates didn’t respond he added: ‘right, boys?’ And since he’d gambled everything already he sighed and got up and threw his arms over the walls’ battlements. Out of habit, he unstringed his bow and then waxed it then restrung it. Looking over the horizon, he thought he saw something near the mountains. He squinted. They were getting closer too. Dragons? No, can’t be dragons, they’re too small. They got closer still and he saw that they were made of metal and that they flapped no wings but seemed to float somehow. He shouted again to the other sentries: ‘Get over here, and someone sound the bell, I see something’. At least, he would’ve said that but for the bullet embedded in his throat and for the blood that escaped his chest.

>>9921171
“Beat it.” His eyes shifted to the balloon dog, broiling with contempt, they were all sunken and ribbed with dark lines. The object of his contempt, something so close yet so far away. Balloon dog. Or was it a dog balloon? Either way, it was one of his greatest shames, yes, which he could never quite pull off. An animal too hard to wrangle, not like a snake or an elephant, which were straight forward. Bringing up the ember of his cigarillo, the balloon burst with a loud pop, descending into several ribbons of red rubber.
Then when the big, lilac eyes wouldn’t go away, he pretended he was going to burn her too, and that’s when the niñata finally left.
“Loco!” she said to him as she stormed off, holding one piece of bread left.

>>9921150
Real Essentialism by David Oderberg.

>>9921150
Myra Breckenridge by Gore Vidal

WHY?! WHY MUST YOU TORMENT ME SO WITH THESE JEZEBELS? All I want to do is come here for an asexual experience that will exercise my brain but I am constantly titillated by these vixens with their prodigious hips and provocative figures. Can I never satiate this thirst, will I ever know the touch of a woman and enter between her loins? Will my seed ever drip from her moistened hole?