The issue is not whether or not Miss Sarkeesian fabricated anything – the issue is that game journalism, as well as mainstream journalism, took her at face value and never investigated her claims.
My Collected Writings on politics, science fiction, theology, and women.
The San Francisco PD would like to know to whom Sarkeesian made the report about the death threats she’s been receiving; they deny ignoring her, as she claims.
The enemies of civilization only argue to create distractions. They have no honesty or integrity to their words, they’re numb to beauty, and whenever possible they resort to underhanded personal attacks. They sow the seeds of discord wherever they go, and when we fight amongst ourselves we’re doing their own work for them.
Hope is frightening; it implies the potential for failure. Hope is demanding; it provides an objective to work towards. Hope is humbling; it makes you realize that your own weaknesses are your worst enemy. Living without Hope leads to failure, but it’s a comforting sort of failure. It’s the root of all addiction.
Sorry that posting and videos have been light for the past couple weeks; I’ve had one thing taking up my time, and that’s the short film Lust in the Time of Heartache that I’m producing for the Telus corporation. We started filming on Friday, and should be done by the end of today. Here are some of the photos from the stunt work we did yesterday. It’s been an endless series of headaches, of course, but it’s all starting to come together… Next week I’m editing, editing, editing – but after that we should be back to our regular schedule....
I cannot overstate what a terrible, terrible thing the Prisoner’s Dilemma is. It is Objective Reality run amok. It is Cthulhu’s maw gaping for our souls. It is an eternal hall of mirrors squeezing in on you, until the glass shatters and tears through your eyes, and into your soul.
We are all prisoners of this world, all of us locked into this psychopathic trust game with one another, and the only sane answer is – each and every time – to defect, to sell out your co-conspirator, and to hope to God that they’re just a robotic simulacrum that sold you out first.