My point of view on the stories of suffering Israeli soldiers is that, even in my limited interactions with them, they struck me as profoundly severed from whatever might be reliably called a human community, and the vicious compliance with their superiors was chilling to see Truly, we were playthings to them. There was no palpable interiority in them, apart from the menu of things they could do to us at any given time, and they saw little interiority in us, so far as they were impervious to any pleading or cries for help.

Marxists who read the FT devotionally and praise its candor all saying in unison: “well, no publication is perfect.”

https://twitter.com/ft/status/1940351002588205544

If you direct economic policy at the American Enterprise Institute, and you believe this, I think you should have to stand in front of the shop floor at an Amazon warehouse and say it to the workers there directly and see what kind of response you get.

Nothing is working… what are we supposed to do to pull the emergency brake here. No protest, no article, no court ruling. Nothing suffices. What are we supposed to do… Every lever we pull is not latched to anything with real leverage—it’s fucking crazy-making. Just pulling them over and over like a fucking lunatic

Something that would be worth insisting upon from a Lacanian perspective is his definition of “the real” as what resists articulation absolutely. What is real does exist but is not articulable per se even as it necessarily becomes entangled in forms of identification. The ruse of any so-called identitarian or anti-identitarian politics is to treat any given identity as already articulated, whole, given, but if there is a virtue to the psychoanalytic perspective, it’s that identification is a process of partial articulation, of becoming “real.”