Zionism is a White Occupied Cult

 It seems to be a tried-and-true trope even if it is a bit of a tired one for a seasoned Oliver Stone-style conspiracy enthusiast such as myself. The dreaded Zionist Occupied Government (or ZOG if your nasty) is really just a very nineties take on the ancient notion of the Jews secretly controlling everything from the banks to the claw machine at your local Chuck E. Cheese. 

Naturally, all racism aside, I've always found the notion a tad bit hard to swallow. There are clearly a number of high-ranking power brokers of Jewish descent among the Western elites and there has been for some time, but the numbers are poultry compared to nearly every other genre of honky and nobody's losing their shit over the Scotch-Irish Occupied Government. 

Gross story short; as much as I may despise Zionism along with every other school of racial supremacy, the notion of said Zionists calling the shots at the country club has always felt a bit like the tentacle wagging the Cthulhu to me, that is until recently when October 7th seemed to collide with the second Trump Administration like a wayward meteorite. 

While America continues its excruciatingly long-awaited collapse into militarily overextended post-colonial irrelevance, with a series of increasingly Yeltsin-like clown-thugs from Donald Trump to Joe Biden to Donald Trump again polluting the mainstage of their plutocratic puppet theatre, Israel has turned its own private 9/11 into a license for untrammeled manifest destiny. 

In the Gaza Strip, they carried out the most blatantly unapologetic final solution since the one their ancestors endured, shrugged off the international outrage, and then just started committing a second one in Lebanon before the blood even finished congealing beneath their cuticles. All while the least selfless plutocrat on earth somehow just decides to selflessly do their dirty work in Tehran during an election year.

It's hard to be sure of just how much of what is influencing what right now, but Donald Trump is clearly acting under the influence of something stronger than his overproof ego and all the strings seem to lead back to Tel Aviv. 

While the Epstein Files have made it grotesquely clear that the Donald's own sexual predations made him an easy mark for what appears to have been a crypto-Zionist honeypot long before he crossed paths with AIPAC, even if we are to assume that Orange-Man-Bad didn't lynch himself like a marionette in the nineties with his pedophilic predilections there is still the undeniable fact that he is a desperate serial failure whose latest bout of electoral bankruptcy was paid off by a perverse coalition of Ziocon casino goons and their billionaire AI allies in Silicon Valley.

The only oligarchs who have spent more money on the Trump brand than the Adelson mafia are the tech bros in Peter Thiel's PayPal Mafia, who have also uncoincidentally turned the killing fields of the Levant into their own private testing ground for the kind of high-tech murder machinery that's putting those young guns in contention to replace the old guard of the American military industrial complex with actual goddamn robots. 

All of these factors come together to create a once improbable scenario in which Benjamin Netanyahu can tell an American strongman in his own Situation Room that if he doesn't commit midterm harikari by killing the Ayatollah himself then Israel will and they will use American troops stationed in the region as human shields to get away with it.

And this wasn't even the most blatant Zionist power grab of 2026 either. That distinction belongs to the recently proposed National Defense Authorization Act for 2027 which includes provisions that would basically merge America's federal defense apparatus with Israel's while granting a foreign nation an agent within the Pentagon and shifting congressional oversight responsibilities to the same building. 

All of which occurs while Palantir, the Thiel helmed corporation essentially tasked with running the IDF's entire AI nervous system, is also being granted contracts from Trump to create the blueprints for a plot that would put the company in charge of erasing the boundaries between virtually every federal agency from the IRS to the IDF-imbedded State Department before lumping them all into a single AI streamlined federal database.

Needless to say, the amount of access being granted to Israel and their Silicon Valley enablers by the current Trump regime is nothing less than unprecedented and as if this three-ring shit circus weren't absurd enough to be a Monty Python sketch, the whole fucking farce was made painfully possible by neo-Nazi thugs like the Proud Boys and the Oath Keepers who gave a dayglow Zionist cuck white power street cred with their macho suburban guerrilla theater. Josheph goddamn Goebbels couldn't make this shit up with a swimming pool of acid to inspire him.  

So then, if I can just catch my breath, were the antisemites in the Patriot Movement right after all? Has America become a Zionist occupied government? Not exactly, at least not in the way David Duke envisions it, but you probably have to comprehend a few little-known historical facts about Zionism before you can truly grasp this, so I beg you once again to bear with me now.

The first and perhaps most important thing you need to know is that Zionism has very little to do with Judaism or even Semitism for that matter and neither does Israel. Both the notion of the Jewish people as an ethnicity rather than a religious sect and Israel as a nation to be ruled by them are the invention of a small collection of wealthy secular Ashkenazi Jews in 19th century Central Europe. 

These men called themselves Zionists and based a large portion of their ideology on the colonialist European supremacy then vogue among antisemites in Germany and the UK. It should come as little surprise that most Jews of that era considered these pompous gangsters to be fucking lunatics, but said lunatics still managed to wedge their way into the Holy Land anyway by making friends with other European racists.

The English used Zionist extremists to subdue Arab resistance to their post-Ottoman mandate in Palestine only to see these kosher shock troops bite the hand that fed them when they grew hungry for more. What followed was an escalating series of terrorist attacks and new alliances. The Zionists of both Palestine and Germany actually worked closely with the Nazis to achieve their shared goal of removing the Jews from Europe. Their partnership only fell apart when Hitler decided that genocide was cheaper than ethnic cleansing, but even then, the Zionists managed to manipulate the horrors committed by their former allies in order to convince Holocaust survivors to jump ship.

What those shellshocked refugees boarded however was at its dark heart a white supremacist enterprise designed by Ashkenazi supremacists who actually despised the distinctly Semitic culture of the Levant and saw their nation building project as a mission to Europeanize the Orient by any means necessary and this included its native Jews whom they labeled Mizrahim and herded into West Bank ghettos to act as human shields.

This grotesque farce is rendered from sickening to downright grotesque by the preponderance of evidence compiled by Israeli intellectuals like historian Schlomo Sand and geneticist Eran Ehak suggesting that the blessed Ashkenazi are likely the ancestors of Caucasian Jewish converts with no real ancestral link to the Holy Land whatsoever. In fact, it appears that the original Jews weren't forced into European exile at all; they were converted to Islam and became the Palestinians being slaughtered by Ashkenazi white supremacists as we speak.

With all that being said, your average Zionist today isn't even a secular nonbeliever of dubious Semitic lineage; your average Zionist today is a goddamn Evangelical Christian. There are roughly 15 million Jews worldwide. Only 37% of them or 5.5 million identify as Zionists. However, somewhere between 20 and 50 million American Evangelicals identify as Christian Zionists, a lunatic apocalyptic cult that believe Jesus won't return until the Jews ethnically cleanse the Levant, at which point they will either convert or burn in hell.

The amount of influence that these psychos wield over Washington cannot be overstated. They essentially own the GOP with both the Speaker of the House Mike Johnson and the Secretary of War Pete Hegseth among the faithful. They have also long held an incredible amount of influence over Israel, with deep connections to Benjamin Netanyahu and his Likud Party that span decades. 

In all likelihood, Israel would not be even a quarter as stark raving mad or rapaciously cruel as they are today without this influence and in many ways the Ashken-Nazis now pulling the strings on the most brazenly fascistic White House since Andrew Jackson are simply returning the favor. 

So, here we are now where we started in more ways than one. As the disintegration of Western Civilization accelerates, the weight of the empire is once again shifting. 250 years after the center of white supremacy pivoted from the Royals of Windsor to the colonialists of the New World, that vile creature is pivoting once again from the pedophiles of Washington to the colonialists of Tel Aviv by way of the technofascist opportunists of Silicon Valley. 

Regardless, the elites who run this whole fucking corpse factory remain overwhelmingly European.

The Ashkenazi supremacists are certainly giving the WASPs a run for their money when it comes to the distinctly martial art of white victimhood, but the numbers don't lie. America may or may not be a Zionist Occupied Government of sorts, but Zionism itself is just another White Occupied Cult.

So, don't bitch to me about ZOG while you give the rest of the country club a pass, because there is no defeating ZOG without first smashing WOC. Put that bumper sticker on your pickup truck and ride, you goddamn patriots. This apocalypse is giving me the fits.

Peace, Love, & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs that Influenced this Post

*  My Doorbell by the White Stripes

*  Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon

*  White Minority by Black Flag

*  Last Caress by the Misfits

*  I'm Your Puppet by James & Bobby Purify

*  Videogames by Lana Del Rey

*  Sing Me Spanish Techno by the New Pornographers

*  Everyone Wants to Live Forever by Flaming Lips

*  Not by Big Thief

*  The Man Who Sold the World by David Bowie

Imperial Rape Culture at the Dawn of the Israeli Century

 Nobody likes to talk about rape, but it seems morally absurd not to considering that it seems to be everywhere you look; from frat row to death row, from the Vatican to Nickelodeon, from ICE to the IDF, from Trump to Platner and back to Trump again. I know that my own abuse has rendered me a bit hypervigilant, but you don't have to have CPTSD to know which way the wind blows, and you'd have to be dangerously anesthetized from the neck up not to recognize that anyone and everyone with any modicum of power seems to be copping a feel and most of them are getting away with it.

Speaking as an anarchist, I strongly believe that it is precisely that power which is the defining factor here and it's a factor that most mainstream feminists conveniently ignore as they aim high for the glass ceiling. American capitalism is and has always been a colonialist enterprise built on a foundation of conquest, and sexual violence has been at the cornerstone of military conquest going back to the Golden Horde.

So, it should come as little surprise that rape was the favored tool of the western civilizers who built the Pax-American leviathan, from the sainted Catholic Conquistadors who turned the "New World" into a chattel brothel by sexually trafficking the women and children of every tribal nation they "discovered" to our blessed Founding Fathers who used the routine defilement of their own slaves to keep their plantations in line.

Today, this fine tradition of predatorial manifest destiny continues perhaps most brazenly with our client state of Israel's conspiracy to remake the Middle East in their own decidedly European image while their American masters continue to hemorrhage international influence with levels of unhinged debauchery that put Caligula to shame. 

In the shadow of the Epstein Files, a series of leaks have been unleashed from inside Israel's Sde Telman Military Base, transformed into the nation's largest prison camp during the latest stage of Gaza's final solution, exposing a dirty IDF secret that Palestinian activists have been talking about for decades. 

It turns out that sexual violence has been a downright routine tactic used by Israel's Zionist gestapo against the Palestinian people for decades, to the degree that entire generations of young men and women inside Gaza and the West Bank carry scars that occasionally mutate into the kind of black rage and suicidal nihilism that tore through 21 kibbutzim on October 7th.

The response to this revelation from the Israeli public has been one of shock and outrage; shock that anyone cares and outrage over the arrest of a handful of baby-faced IDF rapists by the Israeli government to save face on a world stage that has grown weary of their barbarism. Crowds of Israeli citizens, including elected members of the Knesset stormed Sde Telman and other glorified rape camps, not in defense of the victims but in defense of the predators, demanding the immediate release and reinstatement of men caught on tape savaging restrained detainees with jagged foreign objects.

This is what real rape culture looks like. It isn't merely a culture of permissiveness towards downright routine sexual violence; it is a culture of permissiveness towards the carnal whims of institutional power itself and I for one believe that the only way to truly grasp this evil is to grasp the nature of rape itself.

Studies based on the firsthand accounts of both victims and offenders alike show that the act of rape is an act of power above all else; a crime of violence, degradation, control and intimidation. In other words, rape is a very visceral form of governance. A means of extreme biological authoritarianism.

This is why pretty much every category of marginalized people experience far greater rates of sexual violence than the general public, this is why children of every gender are raped by predominantly heterosexual predators, and this is why male prisoners are frequently raped by equally heterosexual correctional officers. These aren't acts of sexual excess or blips on the radar. This is institutional power taken to its natural conclusion. The Conquistadors understood this and the IDF does as well. Sexual violence on a massive and systemic level is the most effective way to break resistant communities and turn the pieces left behind into compliant, pliable citizenry.

This is also why an overwhelming percentage of powerful men can be connected to credible accusations of sexual assault. It is not a coincidence that Israel uses the very rape culture it participates in not just to violate captive Arabs but to get away with it as well. Jeffrey Epstein was revealed to be suspected by our own Federal Bureau of Investigations of being an Israeli intelligence asset right around the time one of his former wingmen, current president Donald J. Trump, launched a war pretty much guaranteed to fail in Iran, a war which blew the doors wide open for Israel's longtime goal of raping and pillaging their northern neighbors in Lebanon.

This isn't a conspiracy. This isn't a cabal of adrenochrome slurping ghouls in Mardi Gras masks. This is what happens when entire institutions of power are built on a foundation of sexual degradation. This is what happens when generations of children are carefully groomed from a young age never to tell anyone these institutions deem to be a trusted adult 'no.' This is what happens when the state is allowed to create an 'allowed' class in order to maintain their monopoly on the use of force. 

Parents are allowed. Cops are allowed. Priests are allowed. Politicians are allowed. White men in crisp uniforms with shiny medallions pinned to their barrel chests are allowed. Allowed to tax, allowed to detain, allowed to defile...

Five of our last seven presidents are accused sexual predators because they were allowed. 250 goddamn years of My Lai massacres and Abu Ghraib photo-ops told them that the most powerful man on earth is allowed to violate whatever or whoever the fuck he wants. After all, none other than Thomas Jefferson has been pretty much proven to have fucked the people he called property and isn't he some kind of a goddamn American hero?

I am an anti-imperialist and an anarchist for the same reason that I am a committed feminist. Because when I was a child, two men granted the authority of demigods by the Catholic Church raped me in the upstairs bedroom of a smalltown rectory. Their uniforms and the institutions they represented told them and many others like them that they were allowed access to every square inch of a screaming five-year-old girl just like the uniforms of the IDF tell young virile Europeans that they are allowed access to every square inch of "the Orient."

I stand with their victims shouting, 'no means no!' with battered fists raised high. 

No means no more conquest of anyone's indigenous soil. No means no more prisons where the color of your uniform designates the predator from the prey. No means no more hallowed institutions where predators hide like serpents in the heat of the limelight. No means no more broken fucking childhoods, yours or mine. No means no more empires, no more kings, no more gods and masters, no more rapists and the states that empower them.

No means no, and no means fuck you I won't do what you tell me.

Peace, Love, & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs that Influenced this Post

*  Killing in the Name by Rage Against the Machine

*  Caught a Light Sneeze by Tori Amos

*  Smack My Bitch Up by the Prodigy

*  Lasting Friend by Samia

*  Dethroned Emperor by Celtic Frost

*  Dicknail by Hole

*  Me and a Gun by Tori Amos

*  I Like Fucking by Bikini Kill

*  Family Man by Nitzer Ebb

*  My War by Black Flag

 

Dear Amerika: A Desperate Plea from a Bastard Daughter

 Dear Amerika,

It's me Nicky. You know, the genderfuck gonzo raconteur with all the knives in her purse.

Or perhaps you know me by my Indian name; That-Bitch.

That bitch with all the unsolicited opinions.

That bitch with the prick beneath her macramé skirt.

That bitch who never learned to shut the fuck up.

Even after eleven years in a parochial gulag the size of a Canal Street sweatshop.

That bitch that all the priests took turns on behind the rectory.

That bitch who vomited up obscenities in between their rancid cocks.

That bitch that the Vatican smashed into a dozen dissociative dykes with razor blades strapped to their thighs.

That bitch who never stood for the Pledge of Allegiance.

That bitch who never learned to wait her turn.

That bitch who wasn't really going to burn the school down, I swear it.

That bitch with all the drawings of men with big guns and no faces.

That bitch who just wanted to know what the inside of the girl's room looked like, honest.

That bitch who had too many sluts for friends that she never tried to fuck.

That bitch who took all the pills and read all the banned books and never tried and only lip-synced the hymns and went crazy after graduation and didn't leave the house for a decade and only came out to Queer the children and arm them to the teeth and still isn't trying.

You know, that bitch with the dirty pink hair. Yeah, that's the one.  

But this letter isn't really about me. This letter is about you, Amerika.

You and your big fucking day. Your 250th birthday.

Where has all the time gone?

Where did all the Indians go?

Where have all the flowers gone?

It seems like just yesterday you were lynching Turtle Island with your training bra and just look at you now!

You have become such a handsome and heinous colossus over the centuries.

How many bases is it now? In how many countries?

Please accept my sincerest condolences for your recent spate of failed regime changes.

You can't win them all.

And hey, you still got to kill most of their children. 

That was always your favorite part after all, wasn't it?

Kicking back in the iron bosom of some floating steel archipelago loaded with led.

Firing off million-dollar phallic ordinances into elementary school playgrounds and then shrugging it all off with, "Who me? Couldn't be."

Remember My Lai? Remember Ludlow? Remember Hiroshima?

Remember East Timor, Kent State, Attica, Fallujah, Watts, Waco, Belgrade, Ruby Ridge, Cobbs Creek, Grenada and Wounded Knee?

So many good times.

So many schoolyards littered with bright brass shells that twinkled like stardust beneath a blood moon.

So many tiny caskets wrapped like Christmas presents in foreign flags and soiled ten-dollar bills.  

So many lonesome burial grounds on windswept plateaus.

Verdant gardens of juvenile ghosts, forgotten but not lost, buried but not dead.

Where did all those good times go?

Maybe they're being paid back to you in squadrons of exploding paper planes thrown by starving heretics with broken fingers.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to be glib.

But I didn't invent karma either.

That was some other some-bitch with six arms and sixty personalities.

I really am sorry about Donald Trump.

I know that isn't the knight in white shining armor you always dreamt of carrying you across the Rubicon and molesting you to climax on a bed of pilfered coins and thorned roses.

It must be so disappointing realizing that you've peaked in the stubby arms of a bronzer-greased pedophile whispering the words to elevator music in your ear while he gently grabs you by the pussy.

It must be tragic knowing that this is how it ends.

Not with a Reich or a crown or Camelot or even Disneyland.

But with a monster truck rally over the ruins of Ozymandias.

With your Zionist dauphins waiting in the cheap seats with loaded Carcano's.

Ready and willing to bum rush the show like you did to your royal masters 250 years ago.

Oh, you were so ravishing back in those days.

Those good old days.

Those all-or-nothing days.

When every slave master with a musket and a powdered whig was a revolutionary waxing philosophic about rights and liberty and democracy for some.

When a cabal of handsome young English aristocrats decided to ditch the King, go rogue, and declare themselves to be a nation.

When empires became colonies, colonies became republics, and republics became empires.

Everything seemed possible and nothing but unvanquished soil lied ahead.

But none of it was ever really real. Even you must realize that by now.

It was a phantasy. The grandiose fever dreams of a virile master race.

It was always temporary.

It was always just a matter of time before we became the Redcoats and some other dream team of sexy upstart psychopaths with jagged smiles pulled some train on us the way we've been pulling a train on the rest of the world for a quarter of a millennia.

But we'll always have the lies.

The mythology we fell for beneath the hellish glow of rockets' red glare over the baseball stadium.

The pilgrims and the noble savages and the grateful freemen.

Honest Abe and Manifest Destiny and the Good War.

The shining city on the hill and the responsibility to protect and the indispensable nation blowing up the world one sandbox at a time.

For freedom and feminism and Coca-Cola and apple pie and capitalism and shopping malls and Marlboros and Hollywood and Haliburton and Raytheon and Boeing and Bed, Bath & Beyond.

But I didn't type up this rant just to kick dirt in your eye, Amerika. Honestly, I didn't.

In fact, in spite of it all, in spite of all the horror and slavery and genocide and graveyards packed with tiny caskets, I still love you Amerika. Or at least part of me does.

I loved getting shitfaced on moonshine and losing what was left of my innocence to colored girls in the backs of stollen Cadillacs at the drive-in movie theater.

I loved dancing alone in my mother's sundress to my father's Nancy Sinatra records.

I loved rolling joints laced with angel dust in the women's room at CBGBs with Debbie Harry and Patti Smith.

I loved gangsta rap and gun shows and doing the twist.

I loved shooting tin cans and dropping acid and speeding through the desert after midnight.

I loved getting high and breaking all your stupid fucking rules.

I loved Bacon's Rebellion and Stonewall and the Seminole Nation and Max's Kansas City and the Factory and the Sunset Strip and the Forty-Deuce.

I loved Thomas Paine and Lucy Parsons and Abby Hoffman and Little Richard and Malcolm X and Judy Garland and Wendy O. Williams and Allen Ginsberg and Russell Means.

I loved you, Amerika, in all your filthy naked glory.

But enough is enough, and 250 years is enough.

So, I wrote you a letter, Amerika.

I wrote you this letter.

To ask you to stop.

To stop dropping bombs on Third World villages.

To stop raping children like prisoners in compulsory schools.

To stop raping prisoners like children in your glorified concentration camps.

To stop building robots that kill.

To stop building robots that anything.

To stop drawing ungovernable borders in the fucking desert.

To stop paying Israel to replace you when you're gone.

But most of all just to fucking stop.

I love you Amerika, but the world can't take another 250 days of this shit, let alone another 250 years. 

If you love me, if you've ever loved any of us, impeach everyone, defund everything, hand your nukes over to Palestine and your guns to the homeless.

Because this country, this world, and That-Bitch desperately needs you to die.

Peace, Love and Empathy,

Your bastard daughter,

Nicky Reid

Soundtrack: Songs that Influenced this Soliloquy

*  Awful by Hole

*  Where Have All the Flowers Gone by Pete Seeger

*  Cherry Bomb by the Runaways

*  Damn It Feels Good to Be a Gangsta by Ghetto Boys

*  There Won't Be Many Coming Home by Roy Orbison

*  Sex Bomb by Flipper

*  Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) by Nancy Sinatra

*  Cop Killer by Body Count

*  Dreaming by Blondie

*  Dive by Nirvana

*  The End by the Doors

*  Venice Bitch by Lana Del Rey

*  American Music by Violent Femmes

My Confrontation with Rainbow Capitalism and the Pride Industrial Complex

 I grew up very Queer in a very small and very conservative town in Central Pennsylvania. I didn't have the word 'Queer' or really any word to properly describe my feelings of visceral otherness, but I couldn't seem to hide it either. Not from the Catholic priests who saw a child deeply disturbed by their own body as an opportunity for a good time or from their loyal parishioners who seemed to hold biennial conventions at my parochial school over the existential question of 'what should be done with the Reid child?'

I have spent the better part of my life trying to come up with an answer to that question and even once I did, the answer didn't exactly make things much easier. By the time I finally figured out that the 'Reid child' is a transfeminine genderqueer dyke molested into obedience by Vatican protected predators, she had developed five personalities just to deal with the weight of that post-traumatic reality and found herself bumped up to the top tier of the Fox News hierarchy of scapegoats, somewhere between undocumented communists and mouthy Black chicks in hijabs.

On the other hand, I also managed to uncover the fact that I wasn't the only damnable pervert in the holler, forging a small found family of neurodivergent genderfuck hicks to smoke dope and shoot tin cans with. On top of that, it turned out that the college town about thirty minutes down the road from me had a fairly sizeable LGBTQ+ organization, one of the largest in the state, as fate would have it. 

So, once the dust finally cleared from my shattered closet, I decided to pack up my five personalities and get a volunteer job in the big, wicked city with this non-profit in hopes that I might be able to convince someone over there to help my people over here.

The mission seemed to begin with promise. The people at this organization appeared to be very supportive on the surface and had even acquired a government grant to set up a program to provide services for Queer youth in rural areas like mine along with a paid employee to help run them. This was what I had wanted more than anything. The youngest member of my found family is the non-binary child of two of my best friends who calls me Auntie Anarchy and kind of restored my faith humanity after decades of people shielding their children from me like some kind of ghoul. 

This child would become my beloved nibbling (a non-binary term for niece/nephew) and trying to provide them and others like them with the modicum of community and safety that could have shielded me from mountains of trauma when I was their age became a kind of jihad.

Sadly, it didn't take long for me to recognize that the big college town LGBTQ+ center didn't quite share my passion. In fact, they seemed to spend most of their time organizing one of Pennsylvania's largest Pride parades every June. I would take my nibbling to some of these decidedly family friendly events just to show them that they weren't alone, but I was never quite comfortable with the level of police presence at these crowded spectacles or the level of performative gladhanding from the state's Democratic Party for that matter. 

Still, I held my nose for what I believed to be the greater good and I largely did the same thing with my new volunteer job at what I came to call the Center; coming in week after week and harassing the awkwardly placed straight woman who ran their physical location downtown about the progress of what they had promised to what I came to call 'my kids.'

But it was just one excuse after another from that woman. Just week after week of "soon, be patient" even though these people supposedly already had all the resources they needed. Somehow, those resources just never seemed to find their way to my broken neck of the woods.

Then Trump got reelected and I lost patience. Within days of that vile child molester's inauguration, he was passing executive orders targeting Queer kids and my nibbling's school life went from bad to unbearable; receiving death threats that their teachers couldn't seem to be bothered to even address while their friends filtered in and out of various institutions after failed suicide pacts.

To make matters even more maddening, my straight supervisor at the Center seemed to vanish into her office around this time, spending every waking minute on the phone with the door barricaded from the inside. I hoped that maybe at least some of that attention was being spent on the kids on the frontlines, but it never reached mine, so I took actions into my own fragile hands. 

I found a safe location at a volunteer bookstore for the rural youth group to operate from and even offered to provide transportation, but the Center's employed operator never seemed to show when anyone was actually watching. Tensions finally came to a head when my incessant bitching finally got me a meeting with the chairwoman of the whole damn organization.

I did my best. I told her about the small town I grew up in and the nibbling that I loved, about the pain of seeing someone you care about reliving the worst moments of your childhood for the first time in slow motion. I begged her to give us just a fraction of the time and money she splurged on cop-infested parades and bougie gaylas, and even told her that I was a Queer person on disability who would gladly run the program myself if she'd just give me a hand. That's when things got ugly.

The moment this woman learned that I had been diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder, she began to lay into me with ableist microaggressions and straight-up insults. When I finally cut the shit and asked her if she was actually telling me that my neurodiversity should preclude me from being around kids like my nibbling, that elderly white lesbian gently told me, "Well, we need to think about the children." 

It was the Catholic Church all over again, only this time the bigots had dressed themselves in rainbow camouflage.

A series of increasingly infuriating events unfurled very rapidly after that dreadful heart-to-heart that made the true colors of this supposedly inclusive organization grotesquely clear. 

I overheard my straight supervisor talking trash about me with half a dozen of the organization's board members in her office, so I stopped coming into the Center and began working at the bookstore instead where I discovered that the person being paid to run the rural outreach programs was a literal fraud who was simply pocketing the checks without even showing up to what they were supposedly paying for. Upon informing them of this discovery, the Center replaced this charlatan with another straight white woman and then moved the bitch and her virtually non-existent group to a closed location when I continued asking questions.

But perhaps the most despicable development of them all was my discovery that the first thing my supervisor had done after Trump's reelection, what she was too busy with doing in her locked office to even speak to me, was getting on the phone with straight corporate sponsors to make sure that they didn't pull their floats from the Pride parade after Trump's crackdown on trans-everything. This was what took precedence over suicidal children and executive child abuse. 

I was infuriated but not even a fraction as infuriated as I became upon learning that one of those blessed sponsors was none other than Raytheon, a company using its support for Pride parades to cover up its ongoing involvement in profiting off of the slaughter of other poor people's children. 

This! Dearest motherfuckers! Is the Pride Industrial Complex! A network of once-benevolent LGBTQ+ organizations, operated by rich old white lesbians, spending most of their time and millions of your donation dollars on throwing parades just so they can raise enough money to throw more goddamn parades, all of which serve little other purpose than to offer diabolical corporations and two-timing politicians' platforms to celebrate themselves celebrating diversity while they murder entire populations behind the rainbow flag.

What more can I say without literally smashing things? Big money does hideous things to beautiful people and beautiful things for hideous operations. Just please do me one big goddamn favor, keep it all the fuck away from my children and don't make me tell you twice.

As for me, I ended up running the youth group myself out of the bookstore because no one else could be bothered to give a fuck about rural Queer kids when the cameras weren't rolling. I was too busy organizing to even think about indulging in another parade this year. I helped organize a block party in that very small and very conservative town with Food Not Bombs instead. My kids were there and I'm proud to say that not one red cent was exchanged for anything during the entire affair.

The only Pride parade I'm still interested in marching in is the one that leads to the White House and ends with that temple of Raytheon being burned to the ground once and for all. That would be one fabulous spectacle that I'd like to think we could all take pride in. Until then, the pink jihad rides on.

Peace, Rage & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs that Influenced this Post

*  Atmosphere by Joy Division

*  Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers

*  Walking in My Shoes by Depeche Mode

*  What's Wrong with Me by Olivia Rodrigo

*  Head Like a Hole by Nine Inch Nails

*  In Bloom by Nirvana

*  Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears

*  Bruised Violet by Babes in Toyland

*  Man-Size by PJ Harvey

*  How Does It Feel by Bob Dyland

Queers are Everywhere You Bomb

 There is a narrative running through the western zeitgeist and slowly trickling out to its various victims in the Third World that 'Queer' or at least 'LGBTQ' is somehow synonymous with colonialism and imperialism; that queerness in and of itself is an inherently western 'ideology' being enforced upon the indigenous people of the Near East and the Global South by the barrel of a gun. This notion sickens me to the core because I am, perhaps above all else, a Queer anti-imperialist... But I get it.

It is a sad and disturbing fact that the white supremacist cis hetero chauvinists behind the mirage factory that is Atlantic neoliberalism have adopted the notion of 'LGBTQ rights' as one of their many excuses for flattening the planet and turning it into a colossal beige fulfillment center at the service of the global 1%. But this must be seen for what it truly is; fickle, empty and totally deceptive propaganda.

Over the decades, as the metropolitan West has grown increasingly diverse as a direct result of its endless international adventurism, the same predominantly white Anglo-Saxon Protestant cisgender men who have always run this imperial cartel have had to get increasingly creative to sell their mission of vanilla hegemony to the increasingly Neapolitan masses within their own palace gates.

'White power for straight white men' just doesn't quite have the audience it once had even if it still does very much represent the intentions and demographics of its masters. So, we have been sold secular humanism, liberal progressivism and humanitarian interventionism among other sexy new brand names for western cultural domination. Cis women have been afforded a very well-publicized selection of spaces amidst the power elite so long as they kill like men and cover for their rapist husbands. And the Queer community has been tokenized and sanitized beneath the logo of LGBT.

Thus now, whenever some fag-bashing Evangelical Zionist goes on a murder spree he can claim to the more sensitive westerners in the audience that he is merely cleansing the Arab savage beasts with fire in the name of rainbow flags and girl power.

Never mind any of the inconvenient facts: That Queer people are much more likely to be found in western prisons, asylums, foster care harems and the various other bureaucratic dungeons than we are in goddamn parades, or that we are far more likely to become victims of the rape culture cultivated by the Epstein Class than our more conventional peers, or that said predator class still remains overwhelmingly cis-het male-WASP in its own cultural make-up... 'Some Muslims kill Queers and flog their wives, so dropping bombs on their children is a celebration of diversity!'

This is not Queer culture. This is a bunch of bloodthirsty breeders hiding behind a sanitized mockery of Queer culture. Queer culture; truly Queer culture, is not a pink monolith, in fact, it is the polar opposite by nature. Queer culture is above all else indigenous and individualist in nature. Indigenous in that it is a call for a return to the local tribal diversity of interpretations regarding sexuality and gender identity once commonplace in pagan society. Individualist in that we reject the ability of any material body, be they church or state, to define said sexuality and gender identity. All of which is quite violently anathema not only to imperialism but liberal progressivism as well.

Queer culture was born out of the maelstrom of Romanized Christianity. Colonialism of the modern western variety began with the forced Christianization of Pagan Europe and quickly advanced to the forced Christianization of Africa and the New World. Before this Queer culture was Norse culture, Yoruba culture, Apache culture... A million tribes with a billion gods and just as many interpretations of gender and sexuality... All violently snuffed out by the cultural universalism of organized Christianity which would go on to inform the cultural universalism of liberal progressivism after the Enlightenment declared the state and its various institutions to be the new gods.

Modern Queer culture was a tapestry of heathen shards gathered by wounded hands in the shadows until the anti-colonialist movements of the 1950s and 60s created a platform for us to define ourselves outside of the closet. There would be no Queer liberation without Black Power and Chicano pride and there would be no Black Power or Chicano pride without the Battle of Algiers and the reckoning at Dien Bien Phu.

Stonewall was an uprising against police brutality lead by Black and brown gender outlaws like Marsha P. Johnson, Storme DeLarverie and Sylvia Rivera, all of whom had track records with the American Third Worldist Movement and it showed through the movements that rose from the flames of the Stonewall Inn.

The various Gay Liberation Fronts founded across the West in the late-sixties and early-seventies chose that name in reference to the Algerian National Liberation Front and the Vietnamese National Liberation Front. The Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries founded by Rivera and Johnson included references to the Black Panthers, Pagan Third Genders and Third World liberation in their founding documents. 

And a chapter of the GLF participated in the Black Panthers' 1970 Revolutionary Peoples Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia right alongside the Young Lords and the American Indian Movement with Huey P. Newton's vocal support and approval.

The current mainstream LGBT movement is a domesticated farce. Queerness is an expression of anti-imperialism writ intimate and much of the bigotry towards this expression in the Third World is actually a relic of imperialism. Indigenous gender identities and sexualities throughout the Global South were violently altered and criminalized under colonial rule and even after this rule, many otherwise liberated nations failed to liberate themselves from legal constructs introduced by the supposedly tolerant West. But even this is not the case universally.

The Islamic Republic of Iran, the latest target of American imperial bombardment may allow the death penalty for homosexuality, but they are also the only Islamic nation on earth to recognize gender confirmation surgery, not just as a right but as a responsibility of a truly Islamic society, with none other than the Ayatollah Khomeini issuing fatwas regarding the right to gender confirmation as early as 1964 and Shia Islamic jurists deciding that since it is not possible to change the soul but it is possible to change the body then not only should such surgical interventions be permitted but they should be treated as a kind of rebirth complete with corresponding ID and certification.

There are still many horrible things about the treatment of trans people in Iran but the fact that their laws on the issue are more humane than most Bible Belt states proves the total absurdity of the notion of imperial queerness. Persia has recognized the existence of Third Genders for over 3000 years and has totally indigenous laws that represent this history, and American bombs have murdered Iranian transwomen right alongside their cisgender sisters. Those bombs have also killed feminists struggling against the Mullahs and children who will never come out to their parents.

I mourn those people because they are my people and they were killed by bombs from a government that pays for them with the money they take from my purse with their taxes. This is also the same reason that I will not march in any parade sponsored by Raytheon or Lockheed Martin. 

Because I am a Queer person, and that is why I am an anti-imperialist.

Peace, Love & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs that Influenced this Post

*  Running Up that Hill by Chromatics

*  You're One by Imperial Teen

*  Better Angels by the Menzingers

*  Kim's Watermelon Gun by the Flaming Lips

*  Lola by the Raincoats

*  The House that Heaven Built by Phoebe Bridgers

*  I Fought the Law by Dead Kennedys

*  Headache by Frank Black

*  Mississauga Goddam by the Hidden Cameras

*  Gary Floyd by Butthole Surfers

Movies for Queers Who Like Revolution

 If it's June, then it must be Pride and straight people everywhere are celebrating how far you've come. You know, out of the closets and onto MTV. But what if you don't particularly feel like celebrating? What if you're actually pretty goddamn pissed off right now, what with the bipartisan police state feasting on shattered trans bodies like undead fiends just behind the rainbow curtain and known sexual predators demonizing our kids as perverts for pissing in the wrong bathrooms... 

What if all this primary season, tightrope chicanery actually has you in the mood to hurt people, straight people, including the ones who pose as allies and then vote blue no matter who? Not that you would ever act on such unspeakable compulsions, but sometimes it feels more than a little cringe marching around in rainbow merch surrounded by pigs and newly progressive church ladies dolling out mom hugs. Sometimes inclusion feels like a party favor at a Jonestown jamboree.

So, what then do we do with these angry faggot feelings that won't get us chucked in a prison cell with a bunch of equally pissed-off breeders of the wrong gender? Maybe we escape the heat and go see a movie, a Queer movie, a really Queer movie, like the kind of Queer movie where Queers actually get to hurt people, straight people. Naturally, you might have a hard time finding anything that bad for you in the Marvel clogged megaplexes of suburban Ozymandias. But if you've got yourself a couch in the basement and an autistic girlfriend who pirates movies on the dark web, maybe you can join me in checking out some of these decidedly politically incorrect movies for Queers who like revolution.

Monster (2003) by Patty Jenkins

Unfortunately, best known as the movie Charlize Theron was brave enough to make herself look like an actual fucking woman for; Monster is not simply a serial killer flick, it is a daringly sympathetic look at how a Queer sex worker like Aileen Wuornos could be driven to murder seven of her own johns in just under two years. The woman wasn't a monster. She was a victim who never learned how to become a survivor and she isn't alone. It took a lifetime defined by sexual violence and the brief flickering opportunity to save another abused Queer woman from the same fate to drive Aileen to kill and as horrifying as it might sound, she did it for love and paid a price that most of her tormentors never did. I wish I couldn't relate. 

The Doom Generation (1995) by Gregg Araki

If you loved Natural Born Killers but kept finding yourself asking "where is all the Queer sex?" then Gregg Araki's very nineties cult road flick is for you too! Loosely inspired by a Mark Beyer comic strip, The Doom Generation is essentially a movie about a bicurious teenage couple who find themselves on the run from the law after hooking up with a mysterious bisexual drifter. It is an incredibly violent movie but most of the violence seems to be triggered by the questionable sexual reputation of a single foul-mouthed teenage girl (a gloriously profane Rose McGowan). There are plenty of bodies and severed limbs by the time the credits roll, but when it all comes down to it, this is a movie about the impossibility of liberation for Queer youth without a downright suicidal dose of nihilism and it fits in perfectly during the era of Trump.

I Shot Andy Warhol (1996) by Mary Harron

Based on the tragically true story of how Andy Warhol attempted to swindle an emotionally fragile radical lesbian named Valery Solanas and ended up getting shot for pushing the 'Queen Bitch' act just a little too far, I don't think I can say anything about this movie before praising Lili Taylor's seething performance as Solanas. The monologues of her simply reading exerts from the SCUM Manifesto alone are nothing short of electric. With that being said, it is an incredibly sad movie about the ways that even the most brilliant Queer people can be set against each other by a society that views them as little more than party favors. Andy and Valery were two very lonesome, beautiful people who had to destroy each other just to be heard. What else can we do but light a candle for each of them.

 Love Lies Bleeding (2024) by Rose Glass

The most lesbian movie on this already highly sapphic list and quite possibly the most lesbian movie on any fucking list; Kristen Stewart finally went full tilt butch with this one as Lou, a reclusive gym manager with a shady past and a glorious mullet who falls in love with a femme bodybuilder and then goes on a bender of sweaty finger fucking and testosterone shooting that bounds recklessly into decapitating wife beaters and confronting creepy old dads with equally glorious white skullets. It's fucking insane and it's fucking beautiful. A sapphically charged tour-de-force about crushing the patriarchy like glass, both literally and figuratively. I feel dehydrated just typing about it.

Thelma (2017) by Joachim Trier

This sadly little-known Norwegian supernatural thriller hits painfully close to home for me on multiple levels. Thelma is a sheltered coed, away from her stiflingly conservative parents for the first time at college, trying to figure out who she is in an alien environment after years of both conscious and subconscious shame and repression. When Thelma finds herself face to face with her buried lesbianism for the first time upon meeting another enchanting coed named Anja, she short circuits and begins experiencing a rash of psychogenic non-epileptic seizures (been there) and uncontrollable psychonetic powers (I wish) that nearly destroy her and Anja. 

In the end, Thelma is forced to confront her largely blacked out childhood trauma and get revenge on her very passively abusive father before she can gain control of her abilities and take control of her life. Anyone who struggles with any form of traumagenic neurodiversity tied to childhood Queerness should be able to relate in ways both horrifying and liberating. God knows I can.

The Handmaiden (2016) by Park Chan-wook

Park Chan-wook's spellbinding masterpiece has way more Hitchcockian twists than any paragraph-long review could ever do justice but it all comes down to an unlikely pair of conwomen falling in love in turn-of-the-century Japanese-occupied Korea and then turning the tables on the wealthy and powerful men attempting to play them off of each other. It's Park Chan-wook, so the violence is deliciously baroque, but it's the sapphic sex scenes that are the most visually arresting. A touch male-gaze-y but still too powerfully intimate for even the most jaded lesbian feminist to write off as anything less than divinely inspired. I can almost hear the ben wa balls clacking over the crashing waves.

I Saw the TV Glow (2024) by Jane Schoenbrun

Quite possibly the most terrifying thing I've seen outside of a PTSD flashback, I don't think any artist has ever caught the sheer horror of childhood gender dysphoria as mind-bendingly accurately as Schoenbrun has with this instant classic, which makes perfect sense when you consider that she wrote it during her own tumultuous transition. The story goes that two emotionally awkward kids named Owen and Maddy bond over a shared obsession with a strangely prophetic YA TV show called The Pink Opaque all while going through the motions of adolescence like carsick passengers on a funhouse ride. That is until Maddy disappears one night after failing to convince Owen to run away with them. 

Ten years pass before Maddy shockingly shows up at Owen's dead-end job and tells him that they have been living in The Pink Opaque this whole time and insists that the long-canceled show is the real world and that it is in fact Owen's quietly haunted existence in cis gender suburban purgatory that is the true fiction. 

A lot of cis people leave this movie feeling shaken but deeply confused however every other trans person that I know gets it right away. I Saw the TV Glow is a ghost story about the terror of living a lie that everyone around you insists is real and the ghost is the childhood this existence leaves in its wake.

True History of the Kelly Gang (2019) by Justin Kurzel

While not technically a Queer movie in the traditional sense, Justin Kurzel's glam-punk reimagining of the life and death of Australian outlaw Ned Kelly (based on a Peter Carey novel of the same name) might be the Queerest movie ever written about straight people, with Ned Kelly reborn as a crossdressing anti-colonialist son of a slain Irish convict and an imprisoned matriarchal whore, seeking bloody revenge against the British Empire for centuries of puritanical oppression. 

I can't help but feel like this is what Pride should really be about; an oppressed minority declaring war against the status quo, dressed in lace and armor, with guns blazing and heads unbowed. Pride should be at least as fucking dangerous as the forces that oppress us and ten times as bold. 

Maybe next year, dearest motherfuckers. Until then, see you in the Pink Opaque.

Peace, Love & Empathy- Nicky/CH

The Difference Between LGBT and Queer is a Revolutionary One

 Joe is a gay man. A real swell guy who parts his hair down the side, says his prayers, and pays his taxes. He just so happens to suck cock. Well, one cock at least; his husband's cock. They've been married for almost twenty years, have two adopted Filipino children, a labradoodle, and a mid-century craftsman with a white picket fence in the suburbs. Joe is also an usher at the local Lutheran church, works 9-to-5 for a Fortune 500 company and votes blue no matter who. Joe is LGBT, but he isn't Queer.

Sue isn't quite sure what the fuck she is, but she definitely isn't straight. She fucks guys, lots of guys, sometimes more than one at a time, but she fucks girls too or really anybody willing who happens to turn her on in the right way. She uses she/her pronouns but doesn't really consider herself to be anymore female than she does straight. She wears a dress but also wears a mohawk, six piercings, and more tattoos than she can count on two hands. She lives in a trailer on the weird side of town with two drag queens she calls sisters and a teenage runaway who calls her mom. Sue hasn't been to church since she was molested, makes just enough cash to get by making kinky videos on OnlyFans, and wouldn't vote for another Democrat if you paid her double. 

Sue has zero interest in mainstream society. Sue may or may not be LGBT, but she is definitely fucking Queer and often feels too Queer for any of those letters.

This is a distinction that I feel needs to be made but nobody seems to want to make it because nobody wants to hurt anyone's feelings. I get it, and the last thing that I want to do here is play the gatekeeper telling who can identify as what and when. But there is a very big difference between being LGBT and being Queer and that difference seems to be growing. So, I feel that a few distinctions need to be made here before we cease to be a community at all.

The harsh reality is that while Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender are each specific categories of people who are traditionally Queer, 'LGBT' itself is more of a brand than an identity. It is a label used to market these sexual and/or gender minorities to straight people for mainstream consumption. Liberals love it because it's clean and neat and hyper-specific. Everybody gets a letter and every letter fits into a consumer-friendly box. 

And plenty of L's, G's, B's, and T's embrace this brand but they often embrace it more out of a fear of isolation than anything else. Most of us come from some kind of trauma and the Christian Zionists on the right are always looking for new ways to burn us. But when it all comes down to it, 'LGBT' is little more than a form of domestication. It is a way to normalize people once defined by non-conformity and it's often done from above with the worst of intentions.

America is an empire, a huge conglomeration that is constantly expanding. This kind of megastructure thrives on annihilation; the erasure of any identity that might make its subjects less compliant consumers. Sometimes this means traditional genocide, just straight-up mass slaughter, but sometimes this means assimilation. Breaking down diversity and dissolving entire tribes in the melting pot of the newly secular, white Anlo-Saxon Protestant values that continue to define Western Civilization as we know it. There were too many Irish to kill, so we stuck the Irish in our armies and had them kill other Catholics in Mexico, and soon the Irish were white....

This is what LGBT is really about. Turning our culture into something safe so politicians and CEOs can take pictures next to it and prove how tolerant they are when they aren't busy throwing those too brown or too poor to conform into their marvelous new prisons and having the neurodivergent among us tormented and abused in their crumbling compulsory schools and no-voluntary, for-profit inpatient facilities.

That is LGBT and I won't have anything to do with it during June or any other month. Queer on the other hand is a tribal distinction for all sexual and/or gender non-conformists who wish to define themselves completely outside of mainstream society. We don't fit in and we don't want to fit in. We don't want to join your armies or pray in your churches or vote for your killers. We have our own families and traditions, and we don't appreciate seeing them degraded by Walt Disney so he can cover up the stink of his sweatshops.

I would even go so far as to suggest that we should tear a page from that closet queen Malcolm X and take this shit one step further. It is my closely held belief that Queer people are a stateless nation unto ourselves; a distinct, self-sustaining, cultural minority not unlike a race. While we come from many ethnicities, we have the shared distinction of being people once venerated in pagan societies from the Norse to the Yoruba and then cast out into outer darkness upon the forced Christianization of our former tribes. But from these ashes we formed new heathen traditions in the shadows of backroom speakeasies, all-ages punk shows, and musky bathhouses.

This counterculture was literally brought out into the streets during the revolutionary exorcism of the late 60s and 1970s. Organizations like the Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries and the Radical Faeries were built using the Black Power and Chicano movements that many of our elders of color were already involved in as models of revolutionary autonomy, and this is what we need to return to, now more than ever.

In a bleeding empire governed by two parties packed with cis-het sexual predators, "fitting in" should be the last item on the agenda. Fitting into what Exactly? Are we supposed to all get married and get rich so we can spend the weekends on some Zionist billionaire's private island, assaulting children that all available statistics show us will be overwhelmingly Queer? Or maybe we should all just join the straight man's army so we can drop more bombs on ancient cultures that still recognize the existence of third genders like the one in Iran?

Fuck that and fuck LGBT. This is a nation built on the same puritanical colonialist ideals that led to us being burned at the stake for being impure vessels of gender-bending gods that couldn't be consolidated beneath one church, and now they want us back! While those same flames threaten to consume their gilded temples of emptiness in one big karmic blaze? I say fuck them and let the fire burn. We will build our own institutions by the light of their flaming ruins. Our schools! Our temples! Our militias! Our nation! Divided under a hundred gods and a thousand genders!

Joe can go ahead and run for president of Hell as an LGBT person you can take home to Netanyahu. Sue will be pegging his husband with a twelve-inch strap-on in the trenches when the grid goes down, living her best revolution as something too Queer to fit in a box.

We are here. We are Queer. And we are ungovernable.

Peace, Love, & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs that Influenced This Post

*  We Might as Well Be Strangers by Weezer & Wednesday

*  Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill

*  Tilted by Christine & the Queens

*  Rock N Roll N***** by Patti Smith

*  The House That Heaven Built by Phoebe Bridgers

*  Slip Away by Perfume Genius

*  Rockstar by Hole

*  Tonight, Tonight by Snail Mail

*  Breed by Nirvana

*  Songs for a Seventeen-Year-Old Girl by Yeule