As far as I can tell, you just go on Twitter and scream at people. So nothing we’re not all doing anyway.
Well, as we all know, enjoying any kind of popular music is an affront to the one true god, Theodor W. Adorno. Therefore penance is in order. Now, many would erroneously tell you that because Adorno passed away in the 1960s, he can no longer harm you. This is untrue, as bad misreadings of “The Culture Industry” are pretty rampant on the internet, and those ****ers are painful. It is thus better to operate under the assumption that you will need to request the intercession of a lesser deity - possibly Max Horkheimer, possibly Inpesca the Sea Horror (Iä iä the terror of the coasts, iä the formless blue beneath the deep, etc.). To that end, I would suggest offering the miscarried fetus of a two-headed cow that was impregnated by a murderous bull on the night of a blood moon at the usual altar your family uses - nothing fancy on the accompaniment, just the traditional sacraments of cobra venom mixed with the distilled essence of the pineal glands of a serial killer, mixed thoroughly in a red wine. Maybe a nice syrah. Imbibe at the apex of the moon’s ascent in the usual manner, take two aspirin, and call your cult leader in the morning.
Breaking The Silence, members of the IDF opening up about cruelty in the Israeli army towards Palestinians.
