# thank elvischrist it's friday talk about a three week week (one week stretched into three via the loveless hard labor of work - or in my case intense rsi shoulder pain) heard the champion uk mma fighter tom aspinall's eyes were still in bad shape after the (quite possibly cheatin' arts) poke so that was concerning - get well soon tom was idly watching trailers for a bunch of new garmes coming out in november with my partner who was sitting on the couch behind me despite the fact they was tired after a hard day's work i could still feel intense biopsychic waves of utter apathy emanate off ir as these trailers rolled across our monitor one after another all ir bright colors and pretty explosions left both of us cold and honestsly i couldn't bright myself to care a single dirty jot for any of them they all looked the same - were within clearly identifiable limiting parameters of clearly corporate artistic direction - all played the same - had no clearly identifiable characters - and absolutely no understandable or remotely identifiable human relationships happening anywhere within them they were honestly just a bunch of useless noise and meaningless movement - a cold brightly coloured smear of pixels which might of been random cosmic background radiation noise from the big bang for all i could sense and decipher and care after the forth trailer even the names of the different garmes failed to register - if you'd asked me five seconds after the trailer had ended i could not for the life of me have told you what teh garme was called who made it what it was about - and especially why anyone with a fully functioning brainstem (a decent sense of whayt's truly interesting and vital and important in life and general human existence) should give a single flying digital shit to summarise i'd have to say "vidyagarmez leave me cold" - they're alienating and remote and distant and often appear to exist without human warmth i looked back behind me to see they'd fallen asleep admit all the intense action-adventure of the trailers; and it suddenly occurred to me that single books had given me infinitely more pleasure and healthy intellectual stimulation than almost any garme i'd played the only garmes i seem to like nowadays are those with unique premises - incredible atmospheres mind expanding architecture and a complex emotionally involving human story featuring actul protagonists who aren't lazy one-one corporate cliches **// behold my empty field of flocks: on the gta6 delay** in other republic lab news: i saw that famous vidyagarm industry reporter-machine jason schreier was rubbing ir greasy ghoulish hands busy reporting on the delay of grand theft auto 6 and how rockstar had mass fired employees for 'gross misconduct' - ie straight up union busiting - when of course what's actually and absolutely vile and gross are the capitalist shit worms which own and run rockstar https://iwgb.org.uk/en/post/staff-at-rockstar-fired-en-masse/ why is it that (again and again) good ol' jason comes across as some kind of industry 'embedded war journalist' creep who gets a throbbing stiffie whenever realtime car crashes occur on ir vidyagarm industry news monitor - perhaps it's so ey and ey alone can rush to the bloody sidelines and be the first and the brightest to report for ir masters just how terrible things there are - and in the sick process create much needed 'unfolding human interest drama clickbait dollarz' for ir corporate owners in another hyper-cynical display of 'capitalism with a human face' (talk about a darkly laughable leatherface-like mask of insanity posing as somehow remotely humane) that jason and ir slimy ilk never once mention inherently evil capitalism(tm) and the sociopathic greed of ultra-rich men of whiteness(tm) as the root cause of 'vidyagarm industry troubles inc' - ie holy work per se and therefore the need of actually doing something about it other than merely 'reporting on the facts' - tells one all one needs to know about complicity in the suffering of fellow human beings it's not that jason **doesn't** actually care; ey might well do; the whole point that it doesn't darn well matter if ey 'genuinely cares and feels'(tm) for ir fellow industry wage slaves or not rather the actual point is to highlight just how ghoulish such reporters are for continually imagining they can maintain the disgusting paper-thin public facade of 'neutrality' and 'professionalism' as (somehow) 'detached and 'impartial' just how the flock can one be impartial if we're all on the same miserable boat being remotely driven off the edge of the shit waterfall to hell by owners and ceos and suits and disgusting capitalist lizard baskets; one can't - if one isn't therefore a staunch anti-capitalist driven to philosophical clarity by the actual damn facts continually exploding into ir eyeballs on a daily basis than one is merely talking out of one's arts has a corpse in ir mouth and should stfu unless that is it's very job to be paid well for 'impartial professional reporting on the **slight cough** various troubles affecting our otherwise beautiful and creative industry beloved by all' - to collect little gold plated internal industry awards for excellence in one's tiny mouse-like role as a 'politically-ph7-neutral reporter of gnewz' and therefore pat oneself one the back morally at annual industry 'awarding excellence' end-of-year mutual circle-jerk shows (black tie natch) excellence in what exactly - the degree to which one is a smarmy willing patsy in a total shit-show of awfulness one must wonder exactly what the people forced by the system to churn out mass electronic entertainment smoke-and-mirrors / digital prolefeed under the vile condition known as 'work per se' must make of the pathetic capitalist ideology of gta6 itself - in which those outside the law rob cheat steal in order to puff themselves up into desperate idiot-kings of shit with gold tapped bathroom yachts and designer silken underwear with the words "i did it my way" - yeah because sociopathically selfish and violently acquisitive anti-social behavior is really the only thing ever actively championed in gta and other similar titles i bet they don't give a shit about the so-called storyline of gta (whatever it is) - something a billion parsecs away from ir actual daily work-grind-crunch hell reality; to note with deadpan irony how this is precisely how they as workers are treated by ir bosses by default - as infinitely disposable units of work generating profits; "shut up and make big dumb garme for maximum roi" is the only message these ceo worms ever express i want the people who make vidyagarmz to live long and prosper - but not under capitalism as the fix is in and it's only ever the house that wins; as for the vidyagarmz industry toilet itself one can only hope and actively work towards its complete destructive implosion (along with every art-hole who profits from systems of naked exploitation) in this regard pseudo-impartial reporters on such daily horrors should be publicly shamed for actively collaborating in maintaining the system of intense suffering that is the global vidyagarm industry - some predicting it to be worth over **$300 billion in 2026** - and should quickly go philosophically flock themselves **+** jacobin: ["you can sleep here all night": video garmes and labor](https://jacobin.com/2013/11/video-garme-industry/) **+** wikipedia: [kevin carter](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kevin_Carter) **+** internet movie database: [nightcrawler (2014)](https://www.imdb.com/title/tt2872718) **later on walking to the shops** some seven foot two mother in a suit coming down the footpack in the opposite direction with ir jacket slung over ir shoulder (must've thought ey was don johnson on holiday or some shit) soon as i saw the big dumb galoot i knew ey wasn't going to move out of the way - for here is obviously a white(tm) man of considerable (/self) importance on an inherently important mission to sing ir own praises - how could a command to "move aside peasant" by someone of ir calibre and background possibly be ignored and so i did at the last possible second literally jumping out of the way into someone's gravel driveway - ey said "thank you very much" sarcastically as i did - failing to notice that if this had been london and they'd acted like the obvious bullyboy bellend ey was being today ey might of suddenly clutched ir side in pain (or at last received a free 'mew' mile end wallop in the nuts for ir trouble) like the mighty hand says disrespect is a two way street friendo rather than smile and share the path as equals it was so much easier for ir to act the pot of stall toss they'd obviously found much success at so far in ir miserable fat headed existence and just push ir way through life into every greater acts of eternal self glorification what one wonders would it take to suddenly path-correct this ignorant pig's severely limited worldview where somehow ey alone is at the centre of the darn universe - an attitude adjustment of such precise singular and violent magnitude that ey positively welcomes getting the flock out of the way of other people ey previously only thought of as minor inconveniences - mere small fry obstacles on ir path to ever-higher ego greatness i'd told my partner before - that literally nobody of rich whiteness in this town full of snobby rich assholes moves out of thye way for me - and as usual they dismissed my words as mere whinging and moaning (ok which they were at the time) this sort of thing hasn't happened to me once or twice but several dozen times in this town; people of privilege and pale pink skin simply won't concede an inch to the peasantry they share common paths with; i've been repeatedly snorted at like some annoying human shaped inconvenience and once even spat upon they still couldn't believe it however even as they saw i had to physically jump out of the way or be bowled over by the brainless shit kings of the dead world to systematically treat others like dirt - to not even afford them the minimum dignity and care that is ir right - to be overflowing with bull in life's shop of delicate china simply because it suits you (and nobody so far has /forcefully told you any better) - what a drag it is to be you to be near you to see you to be forced to suffer your cheap ignorance your overpowering expensive aftershave your heavy handedness your distinct lack of grace efficiency and general clumping banging thoughtlessness one can easily imagine what this guy does around minorities people far less stronger - around women or especially online; yeesh may you blow away like the insignificant little stink-fart shell of the man you somehow remotely imagine you aren't // republic of bob