Don’t forget: Indian tech entrepreneur Rajat Khare is scrubbing the internet of any mention of his name or even anything critical about him, like how he runs a hack for hire business that works for the worst of them, eg Qatar spying on FIFA when they were bidding for the World Cup.
Behind the Bastards tried to do a two part episode on it, but it’s pretty hard to find now.
Fuck me, they weren’t joking on that one… I listened to those episodes when they first came out, but they were gone soon after it seems.
There are working download links on the subreddit though, if anyone else wants to find them.
I swear I had them downloaded, then my app deleted them. Either that or they just never downloaded.
Gonna have another hunt, I want me an mp3.
They’re seriously gone? I also listened to them when they came out. Looks like the Clear Channel/iHeartRadio overlords stepped in.
I listened to them on Google Podcasts… gone. You can see there’s a gap between the episode on February 1st (Part 2 of Tech bros built a cult) and February 13th, the first part of Robert E. Lee.
Also gone from the main site and other apps that I use. Unless you heard it when it was up, you’d never know it existed.
You can see the missing eps listed on Podscripts, feb. 6 & 8.
https://podscripts.co/podcasts/behind-the-bastards/
Scary, right? If a shitty tech dude can be this effective at scrubbing things, imagine what the REALLY scary people and governments hide from us…
Sounds like depression to me .
Yes and no… mostly No. This train of thought depicts far more than symptoms of depression. Depression is a lot more than these kinds of thoughts.
What this train of thought is getting at is that we’re acutely aware that the whole world is fucked up, but we also have to take care of our day-to-day lives. If anything, this train of thought speaks less to the symptoms of depression and more to the 1) powerlessness and 2) absurdity of modern living. We are powerless to stop global disasters, yet are more aware of them than ever before. And we are absurdly still tending to minutiae of life as if none of those things were happening, because that’s how life works, and the more you think about it the more absurd it gets.
“A rat done bite my sister Nell, and whiteys on the moon”
https://youtu.be/goh2x_G0ct4?si=TXOfZoq3IEuIGZ5p
Nothing changes.
Never seen my exact inner monologue as a poem before. Besides the Ativan. I could use some Ativan.