pappubahry: Neptune, seen from the Keck Observatory in the infrared (wavelength 1.17-1.3 microns), 11 August 2004. (Program ID N19N2.)
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“Meanwhile the opposition is merely ridiculous. “The Resistance” became a term of immediate assumed derision before it had a chance to become a cliche. They told you you were a people’s army; you are a podcast guest. They told you you’d have comrades in arms; you got people writing “kompromat” on Twitter over and over again. They told you that this would be a time of great renewal too, that punk would be reborn, that artists would recognize their new sacred duty, that we would have a rebirth of our aesthetic imagination. “Can you imagine the anti-Trump music?” they said. I’ve heard it. It sucks. No great protest writing has emerged, no infant school of writing that shuns the sclerotic habits of the old cliques in favor of the anarchic and the new. There has never been an interesting essay written about Donald Trump, not once, not ever, not at all. Such a thing cannot exist. The great Trump-era art is not coming; we have made a fetish of banality and traded transcendence for the same tired pantomime of cleverness. We didn’t get Guerrilla Girls and Minor Threat. We got Logan Paul and Fortnite.”— Fredrik deBoer (via azspot)
(Source: fredrikdeboer.com)