Streetlights manage the flow of human movement. For every one that is green and let's us go, there is a red one stopping someone else. How long will it be before people become fed up with having to wait at these red lights while others have the privilege of moving ahead? People will not be satisfied to wait while others move. 

What could possibly represent modernity more than the one who revolts against it? One isolates a set of behaviors as degenerative, bound for self-destruction, and nevertheless counts them as necessary and inevitable. An individual consciousness may not be in the position to count itself on the right side of physics, though being on the wrong side of history could in itself indicate that one is, in fact, on the right path. 

We have transferred our shame of our own atrophy in the face of work for a sense of shame for work itself, for we do not see the degree to which work atrophies our lives when it is concerned with so much phenomena so far outside the realm of our immediate experience. 

Economic tragedies rest ever suspended over us in intervals between the moments in which they explode. Bataille's embrace of the tragic sense of the economy is as anti-utopian as it is ‘life affirming'-a Nietzscheanism without which Bataille would not be possible. But then, Bataille is not possible without De Sade either. Within De Sade's work is a key to understanding a system of exchange which throws aside the victimary moralisms socialism requires to dress itself as an utopian ideology whilst enjoying the same unencumbered power plays. 

That which announces itself outright is the excreta of that which is not announced. It is hidden by that very announcement. The theater of history is plagued as much by the lust of event as it is by the open interpretation of parties which most benefit from being either benefactors of enunciated events or victims. 

Activism is distraction. It is distraction from subterfuge, manipulation, subtle gestures and from exchanges that the shrewdest of economists always miss. Activism is not the vehicle of conspiracy as a rule, just as those conspiring to what they perceive to be their own ends are no less automatons to a large pattern of mindless drives, unseen forces and determinations embedded into the plain of unilateral immanence. Those who make it a point to beat their breasts and raise their voices are not tuned into the frequency which remains collected and calm enough to steer them the direction which most benefits its own end. 

So many manners, so many ceremonial gestures have been devoted precisely to the exclusion of large groups of people. It is all the better if a swifter exclusion can be measured economically. It is no mystery that one needs not have an ounce of culture in order to have money, but then, money becomes its own singular culture. Just as socialism requires that one man care about the well-being of another to give a piece of his portion to him, a truly free market, if it is to be more than a metaphor, requires that each man not pay for some violence to be done to another man on his behalf. But wherever there exist men who want to commit violence and men who want violence done but couldn't be bothered to do it themselves, the monetization of violence will take place. 

An exercise in nonsequitor in which dire circumstances are treated with the utmost flippancy. 

He confused his rarity with his worthiness. 

The fact that it is getting old to say that anti-fascists are more fascist than the people they accuse of being fascists never gets old. For the latter part of last year and so far this year, it has been proven again and again that there is no greater endorsement for an idea than censorship. 

Terrorists are media sponsored criminals. There's no greater endorsement for an ideology than its accompanied violence and to what degree its violence can be exploited. 

Amanda Hess's article in The New York Times on social network site Gab, titled, 'The Far Right Has a New Digital Safe Space,' concludes with this foreboding sentiment and it's accompanied bizarre simile: 

The phrase, ‘Not the Russians' has been popping up frequently in defense of Wikileaks, the integrity of the 2016 Presidential Election, justice and our very democracy. A better defense of our democracy would be the phrase, ‘Even if the Russians did it.' 

Representative government is like an emotionally disturbed boyfriend and we its citizens are like his girlfriend, whom we find in the bathroom dragging a razor across his arm, telling her, ‘Look what you're making me do!' 

Things have been getting stranger since 2012, but 2016 we really started to feel it. 

There are some friends who are handy to keep around for the sole fact that they perfectly embody what the masses think. 

For every cliché one utters, there is an original thought which could have gone in its place. 

My body is my currency. I pay in energy and with the words of my tongue. 

The issue of cultural appropriation, as it has been contextualized in our society as of late, is not lacking in concern for those who are considered other. However, the question remains as to whether or not we can engage with and respect the other without clumsily utilizing ever piece of masochistic rhetoric in our grasp.