A quick glance at the headlines any given morning probably gives all of us a similar feeling: powerlessness.
Just this week, gas prices have skyrocketed (again), the GOP held a midterm convention where they threw thirsttrap photos of Hasan Piker on the Jumbotron, Heather Cox Richardson unlocked a new level of fascist hell in her most recent Substack, and an Anthropic researcher quit, warning that “[t]he people building AI earnestly believe that it could kill us all by the end of the decade.”
| At the state level, municipalities are swapping out one surveillance technology for another, TPUSA is putting out deepfakes of progressive candidates, and a sitting state senator spread a conspiracy theory that it wasn’t an airplane that hit the Twin Towers on 9/11, but a missile. |
| That barely covers the daily onslaught of bad news happening around us every damn day, and my morning ritual of drinking coffee and listening to NPR leaves me feeling more powerless than informed these days. |
| After a daily morning meeting where a bunch of us heathens set our SINtentions for the day, the never-ending conveyor belt of information just keeps doling out little shit sandwiches, and suddenly, I feel like a 50s housewife who just wants some pocket money. |