Liberalism and the Internet

old car photo So, in a display of a very slight drying of the wet noodle he has for a backbone, Zerobama now — after being careful not to mention the topic during the recent The Bi-Annual Election Show — “asks” that the FCC classify internet service provision as a common carrier. Of course, not only is this an “ask,” but Prez Z specifically also says the FCC should, despite the proposed new (but long overdue) classification, continue “forbearing from rate regulation.” “Forbearing from rate regulation,” of course, means renouncing price controls.

The unregulated regime of corporate capitalist-dominated internet service provision in the United States imposes an indefensibly but predictably slow and expensive internet infrastructure. Yet, even if the FCC were to ignore its corporate masters and grant Zerobama’s humble request, he asks that they do so only if they render themselves unable to use the main benefit of common carrier designation — price control!

Meanwhile, the U.S. Postal Service wastes away in the desert, dabbing at its shrinking, rusty thimbleful of water droplets. Imagine what the corporate profit ranchers would do to prevent us from upholding the U.S. Constitution and allowing the USPS to deliver the modern mail at the lowest possible cost and with the best modern technical standards.

Of course, liberals have always favored regulation over public enterprise, for the all-too-obvious reason.

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Surrendering the Brain

Science fiction has hinted at such transitions, but they may be nearer at hand than you might presume, here in our market totalitarian culture. Check out the new brain substitute from your friends at

Television, of course, could very justly be seen as another brain substitute. But it, at least, is generally used with the awareness of its idiot boxery. This Orwellian device invites its smiling victims to congratulate themselves for how cutting edge it is to surrender your last few scraps of self-directed inquiry and action over to the corporate behavior-programming/commodity-pushing nexus.

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Quick Reminder

rat-trap Every so often, it helps to remind oneself of the core points of one’s endeavor. Here at TCT, we are in the trade of exposing what big business marketing is all about, from a general human perspective.

As happens so often, a practicing marketer enunciated the open secret again today in Advertising Age. Tom Denari, president and chief strategy officer at Young & Laramore, Indianapolis, notes there that marketing is about choosing and deploying “a tactic that could actually have the best chance of motivating consumers or changing their behavior.”

The “free market” is Big Brother with a million little fingers.

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More of the Same


But, of course:

“The most expensive midterm campaign in American history stumbled into Election Day on Tuesday with voters’ interest at record lows…

“[C]andidates in both parties have done little to inspire the electorate.

“For all the money and nail-biting races this year, the outcome is not likely to result in a drastic change of policy.”

[The New York Times]

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The Future of the Book

book cover Today marks the publication of Find Me I’m Yours, a novel with not only a run-on sentence for a title, but corporate capitalist product placements throughout. One would be very hard-pressed to find a more fitting example of the thrust of this market totalitarian culture.

The entire project is unabashedly, intentionally, 110% a marketing ploy. It consists, according to The New York Times, of the “book” in question, plus 33 associated websites “intended to host sponsored content,” all created and managed by a crew of 35 writers and internet engineers. So far, the main sponsor of the operation is “the Cumberland Packing Corporation, the Brooklyn-based company that makes Sweet’N Low.”

What did Cumberland buy? Here’s a sample, as recounted by the NYT:

The heroine of “Find Me I’m Yours,” a new novel by Hillary Carlip, is a quirky young woman named Mags who works at an online bridal magazine and is searching for love in Los Angeles.

But the story also has another, less obvious protagonist: Sweet’N Low, the artificial sweetener.

Sweet’N Low appears several times in the 356-page story, in subtle and not-so-subtle ways. In one scene, Mags, a Sweet’N Low devotee, shows off her nails, which she has painted to resemble the product’s pink packets. In another, she gets teased by a co-worker for putting Sweet’N Low in her coffee.

“Hellooo, isn’t it bad for you?” the friend asks. Mags replies that she has researched the claims online and found studies showing that the product is safe: “They fed lab rats twenty-five hundred packets of Sweet’N Low a day … And still the F.D.A. or E.P.A., or whatevs agency, couldn’t connect the dots from any kind of cancer in humans to my party in a packet.”

authors The author of this epochal prose is the former Gong Show champion and self-promoting “artist” known as Hillary Carlip. Lest you have the “Hillary” name and the teeny-bopper mentation fool you, cast eyes upon the great laureate author, who stands pictured at on the left in the photo at right with her business partner. Not exactly, as the Gong Show reference tips, a spring hen.

This project, pathetic and insubstantial as it is, is so completely disgusting, so utterly whorish, TCT finds itself, for once, unable to decide which snippets to select as proof of its revulsion. Just look for yourself!

It’s all being proffered, of course, as “a new business model for publishers.” Apparently, this kind of putrid sheepshit is what will pass for “books,” while the print-literacy-hating profit ranching system finishes ridding itself of the problem of potentially informed masses.

Feel free to drop a little offering of your own on this one.

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Poor Timing

Branson’s toy fall down go boom! TCT suggests it’s a shame it happened without a few 1 Percenters strapped in. May we even dream that Sir Richard himself might have been aboard?

Virgin Galactic crash

The toddlerish act of riding a rocket into low orbit in order to fancy oneself a space cowboy and a bleeding edge figure while the billions below starve, look for part time work at McDonalds, make jihad, and watch American Idol? Well, that’s our overclass!

As for Branson, one hopes the relatives of the dead and injured pilots call this guy as a witness against Illiterate Dick:

Tom Bower, a biographer of Branson, said the rocket being used by Galactic was “very crude”. He claimed engineers working on the project had told him the craft was “very dangerous.”

“What happened yesterday, very sadly for the pilot obviously, was both predictable and inevitable,” Bower told BBC Radio 4’s Today programme. “It was always dangerous and unfortunately was always going to end in tragedy.”

None of which, of course, ever slowed the flow of slavering, techno-triumphalist, smoke-blowing hype that passed itself off of as journalism on this sorry endeavor.

And dig, meanwhile, the predictable comment in the article from the Distinguished Tom Mix Professor of Space Cowboyry, Tim O’Brien:

However, the setback would not diminish humans’ desire to escape the pull of gravity, O’Brien said. “It’s hard to imagine a future in which humans are not travelling in space … Somehow we have to get from here to there; it will require a lot of work and it is still extremely dangerous.”

TCT will go on record and say that, contrary to prevailing space ideology, it’s hard to imagine a future for humans unless and until we stop our wannabe Galaxy Masters from perpetuating this preposterous, ecocidal, and scientifically ignorant “space travel” boondoggle.

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