Robots Building Robots pt 2
LP2P | 7/5/2025
The crack between law and reality, what I call the bare legalities, creeps into my idle head as I read yet another rejection letter, try to tolerate my psychiatrist’s leading questions and unsolicited audiovisual expertise, try to make sense of the transgender issue, or, after being subjected to Peter Thiel’s New York Times-paid interview, try to speak earnestly about “trans-humanism.” Expecting some Yoda to say the obvious will only extend life’s many annoying interactions in a world meaningfully devoid of balls and good taste. As a New Yorker critic once commented on Yoda’s return to the big screen, “Break me a fucking give.”
July 8, 2025:
“You’re still talking about that creep, Epstein?” Trump interjected with his practiced mix of apprehension and aloofness. His head bobbed in precession, indicating coils of frayed nerves and joints and tendons strained in a way that, after hundreds of depositions and court proceedings, registers as trademark-able visible discomfort. Whether that discomfort impinges memories of him and Epstein with young girls only a psychic could confirm. Whether it trips advised responses he’s been given to divert the public’s attention from an issue quintessential to his 2024 campaign, only Elon Musk could say. Whether Trump’s body language conveys the burdens potential suspects place on the President, the message from the White House is there is no “there” there. This proclamation contradicts earlier statements Trump-appointed FBI director Kash Patel and Attorney General Pam Bondi made, who once promised revelatory answers about Epstein’s associates, clients, death, and victims’ accounts. In the end, the American people are asked to forget about all the high-profile connections involved with the world’s most notorious sex-offender, including Trump’s.
Following the thread of crime and celebrity, Sean Comb’s conviction on lesser charges for transporting prostitutes across state lines was delivered swiftly. After only three hours, a verdict of the charges against Mr. Combs aka Diddy was read despite mention of irreconcilable differences held by a particular juror. While Mr. Combs remains incarcerated until his October sentencing date, the split verdict is sure to enliven the defense on appeal. Justice seems to chime at random in the cosmos, but America proves as stalwart as ever to avarice.
Rewind the clock to the July 5th. I’m comparing my aesthetic for “Living Proof 2 Print” and Drake’s latest music video drop. It’s another one of those non-coincidences that nevertheless leads nowhere. I don’t seem to benefit drawing it out, writing it down, teaching it to others, and so on. “Imitation isn’t flattering, it’s annoying,” and so on.
It feels wrong to editorialize this week. It’s an indulgence in one-sided conversation.