thethirdgracchi [he/him, they/them]

ἐγὼ τὸ μὲν δὴ πανταχοῦ θρυλούμενον κράτιστον εἶναι φημὶ μὴ φῦναι βροτῷ·

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  • I mean the long and short of it is we have no idea. We think the interceptors are running out. Movements of THAAD batteries from South Korea to West Asia seem to imply that. B52s strapped with cruise missiles are replacing a lot of Tomahawk strikes, which again implies they’re running out of those missiles. It seems Iran launches fewer drones and missiles, but more get through, again implying lack of interceptors. But we really don’t know what their stockpiles are, the fog of war is thick.

    As for manufacturing, it’s functionally impossible to scale up manufacturing in the United States in a way that would make any difference for this current war. It is possible that they do so after, realising it is a fool’s errand to fight China without having any real weapons manufacturing base, especially when they depleted their stockpiles in this farcical “special military operation,” but that would require rejecting the God of Short Term Profit. Unlikely that the current rulers of the USAmerican Empire would make such a choice.

    Thr long term effects of this is worldwide rearmament. Users like @xiaohongshu@hexbear.net have been predicting this for a long while, and I think after this war it’s even more likely. Countries within the empire are seeing the United States cannot protect them. They do not have the arms nor the will to do so. The obvious answer is you need to develop your own arms industry, your own defensive platforms, your own missiles, etc. The empire is always gonna prioritise Israel (look at Ukraine rn, or the Gulf, both of which, despite being more “important,” are getting no arms).


  • In his private life he is a highly disorderly, cynical human being and a bad manager. He lives the life of a gypsy, of an intellectual Bohemian; washing, combing and changing his linen are things he does rarely, he likes to get drunk. He is often idle for days on end, but when he has work to do, he will work day and night with tireless endurance. For him there is no such thing as a fixed time for sleeping and waking. He will often stay up the whole night and then lie down on the sofa, fully dressed, around midday and sleep till evening, untroubled by the fact that the whole world comes and goes through his room.

    Marx lives in one of the worst, and therefore one of the cheapest, quarters of London. He occupies two rooms. One of then looks out on the street: that is the salon. The bedroom is at the back. There is not one clean and solid piece of furniture to be found in the whole apartment: everything is broken, tattered and torn; there is a thick coat of dust everywhere; everywhere, too, the greatest disorder.

    In the middle of the salon stands a large old-fashioned table covered with oil cloth. On it lie his manuscripts, books and newspapers, then the children’s toys, his wife’s mending and patching, together with several cups with chipped rims, dirty spoons, knives, forks, lamps, an ink-pot, glasses, dutch clay pipes, tobacco ash; in one word everything is topsy turvy, and all on the same table. A rag-and-bone man would step back ashamed from such a remarkable collection.

    When you enter Marx’s room, smoke and tobacco fumes make your eyes water so badly, that you think for a moment that you are groping about in a cave. Gradually your eyes become accustomed to the fog and you can make out a few objects. Everything is dirty and covered with dust. It is positively dangerous to sit down. One chair has only three legs. On another chair, which happens to be whole, the children are playing at cooking. This one is offered to the visitor but the children’s cooking has not been wiped away: if you sit down you risk a pair of trousers. None of this embarrasses Marx or his wife.

    This is from a Prussian spy’s report on Marx. Sounds like a gremlin to me.








  • So “fan fiction” is a bit of a hard thing to label any myth pre-20th century and intellectual property/copyright nonsense, but if we take “fan fiction” to be very loosely “a story that uses characters from another story” then the answer 100% has to be The Odyssey, if we’re limiting it to things that we know exist and have written records of. Scholarly consensus is that The Iliad and The Odyssey, which in classical Greece were both considered to be by an author named “Homer,” were actually created by the different poets, and that The Iliad is the older of the two. So The Odyssey, which is the return home of one of the characters of The Iliad and indeed the basis of like every “adventure” story made in the Western world, has gotta be the most influential extant fan fiction. That said, really all Indo-European cattle raid/warrior type stories (think The Iliad from Greece, Mahabharata from India, Táin Bó Cúailnge from Ireland) are all fan fictions of an original proto-Indo-European story of that nature, but we have no written records of it existing, we can just sort of assume that it does based on similarities between all of these stories.