Sunday, March 24, 2019

You Can't Be Pro-Life and Pro-War

I'm a creature of sonic evolution, dearest motherfuckers. A hand grenade with Luna moth wings. It's rather ironic for a diagnosed agoraphobic but the only thing that's evolved more than my fluid gender identity is my equally fluid ideology. In thirty short years I've evolved from indentured Catholic to agnostic existentialist to Gnostic Christian witch, from juvenile anarcho-punk to Bolivarian Bolshevik tankie to panarcho-syndicalist gadfly. One thing that hasn't changed throughout this intellectual metamorphosis however is a life long devotion to the sanctity of life.

Being a far-left pro-lifer has always seemed like a contradiction to most of my ilk but it has always made perfect sense to me. Egalitarianism in all its dimensions has always been about the stewardship of the weak in humanity by the strong. I actually believe that my early pro-life values are largely responsible for informing my radicalism rather than contradicting it. In a strange bid of karma, the Catholic Church may have accidentally created this church-burning commie-pinko by instilling those values in me at an impressionable age. I guess you could say I did a reverse Dorothy Day, from devout do-gooder to bomb-throwing heretic, sunrise, sunset.

This doesn't mean that I'm on the same page with the pro-life movement at large, not by a long shot. I personally find your average pro-lifer to be a self-serving, single-minded, chauvinistic, pig-fucker with a severe penile Napoleon complex. As much as I despise the idea abortion, I've come to the hard conclusion that you can't regulate someone else's body without creating a berth for tyranny too wide for any self-respecting anarchist to tolerate. My approach to the issue has essentially become one of harm reduction. Combat abortion by making it irrelevant through the proliferation of affordable alternatives like the morning after pill. I feel that with this issue the bulk of the pro-life movement has revealed themselves to be puritanical hypocrites, more concerned with policing behavior than creating viable alternatives for desperate young women. As two thirds of a female and a feminist to boot, I find this hypocrisy to be particularly hard to swallow. You don't have to be pro-choice to recognize that a rape victim doesn't deserve to be polluted by a monster's progeny, you just have to not be a dick. A tall order for too many of my fellow pro-lifers.

But even this slut-shaming foot-shootout doesn't rank as the greatest hypocrisy among the mainstream pro-life movement. That foul honor belongs to their blase attitude towards the mountains of dead children created by their sacred war machine. A quick glance at the voting records of the Bible Belt faithful on recent bills regarding America's bloodbaths in Yemen and Afghanistan reveal this revolting hypocrisy in stark black and white. There are exceptions to this moral lapse, namely Rand Paul, a pro-life Republican who has been more consistent than most Democrats in his opposition to those desert holocausts. But by and large, the Republican corps of the pro-life movement in Washington has shown a totally callous indifference to our nation's booming dead baby industry in the Middle East, provided that those tiny bodies are brown and Muslim. 50 thousand children have starved to death in Yemen in 2017 alone as a result of Saudi Arabia's American sponsored blockade. Thousands more languish in the biggest Cholera outbreak in modern history. And where, in the name of god, is the fucking outrage?

Where is the outrage from my fellow pro-lifers on this merciless forever war on children? Where are all the marches of church going folk brandishing garish pictures of emaciated Zaydi corpses? Why aren't the radicals blitzing the Saudi and Emirati embassies with buttaric acid stink bombs? Why aren't the tongue-speaking pastors chaining themselves to the doors Las Vegas drone arcades? Nothing! Their silence would be deafening if it weren't chimed out by their lifelong representatives on the Hill screaming like banshees for more bombs, more drones, more war, more dead babies. And these are the leaders of a movement committed to the sanctity of life? The keynote speakers at a yearly rally for life, along with their suddenly pro-life president who probably had a back-alley hanger-jockey on speed dial for the undocumented maids he molested.

This is a travesty of epic proportions, dearest motherfuckers. Either life is sacred or its not. You don't get to have it both ways. You don't get to call Planned Parenthood a terrorist organization one week, then ship guns to Saudi butchers the next. The only pro-life policy that makes any goddamn sense is a consistent one. That doesn't just mean an end to abortion, but an end to the death penalty, drone strikes, sanctions, the slaughter of unarmed people of color and all the various industrial complexes that keep this toxic empire's culture of death alive and well. You can't be pro-life and pro-war. Even a contrarian Mothra like me can see that as plain as Godzilla's green ass. Dorothy Day and the Berrigan brothers could too. It's high time the rest of you crusaders woke the fuck up. No more dead babies. Not in wombs or tombs.



Peace, Love & Empathy- CH



In loving memory of Osaze Osagie. My friend. My brother. The latest mentally ill person of color shot dead in his home by our trigger happy police state. You pigs made a big fucking mistake this time. You made this personal. I wont sleep until the killing stops, by any means necessary.



Soundtrack; songs that influenced this post

*  Rise Up with Fists by Jenny Lewis
*  I Like Fucking by Bikini Kill
*  Zebra by Beach House
*  All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix
*  Drown by Smashing Pumpkins
*  War Pigs by Black Sabbath
*  Atmosphere by Joy Division
*  Only Shallow by My Bloody Valentine
*  Riders In the Storm by the Doors
*  The Cutter by Echo & the Bunnymen
*  Bellyache by Echobelly
*  Penny Royal Tea by Nirvana
*  Down by the Water by PJ Harvey

Sunday, March 17, 2019

Where Have All the Flowers Gone?: Requiem for a Fictional Party

Do you remember the Democrats, dearest motherfuckers? Not the neoliberal, gutter capitalist, Clintonista kind or even Bernie's brand of drone-strike socialists, but the peace loving hippie kind. The doves who tried to end the Cold War and marched against the draft and stuck flowers in the barrels of National Guard rifles. The liberal lions who took on the war machine, who made love not war, who couldn't hug their children with nuclear arms, and braved the perils of grassy knolls and brainwashed Arabs to bring just one ounce of sanity to Capitol Hill. Sure they were corny and preachy and a little grabby in cocktail party coatrooms but they had character and cojones and conviction. What ever happened to those liberals, before their bleeding hearts were eaten whole by those nasty neos? Where have all the flowers gone? Tell me, dearest motherfuckers, do you remember the Democrats?

Yeah, me neither, and here comes another one of my famously merciless reality checks. With the exception of few fantastic McGovern hiccups, they never actually fucking existed. The Democrats have always been a war party, even back when the Republicans were still Lindbergh worshiping isolationists. Don't get me wrong, the Dems were always big on that Feed the World-style, Kumbaya charity shit, but there chief staple was usually more white phosphorous than whole grain granola. Both World Wars, Korea, Vietnam; all started by Democrats. Even the Republican crusades in the Persian Gulf initially passed with broad Democratic support and lingered into holocausts with broad Democratic indifference. Much like the Republicans relationship with putting America first, the Democrats only get in touch with their hippie-dippie side when it serves their partisan needs, with Yemen as your latest rule-proving exception.

Lately, though, it seems to be getting worse. Since the Sixties, the Dems have at least generally payed lip service to ideas like detente and diplomacy, particularly atop their ivory soap boxes of the legacy media. But if you turn on NPR or CNN these days, you would be forgiven for believing you were interrupting a less than clandestine meeting of the John Birch Society. According to such bleeding brains as Rachel Maddow and Wolf Blitzer, Vladimir Putin is responsible for everything from Hillary's biological unelectability to the ravages of climate change. Donald Trump makes the rare intelligent decision to simply meet up with Kim Jong-un for pho and playful banter and he's appeasing the Axis of Evil. John Bolton throws a monkey-wrench into the goddamn thing and suddenly he's the latest neocon "adult" to be proclaimed a progressive folk saint. The Donald firebombs an orphanage in Crimea and he finally becomes a "real" president. OK, I made the last one up, but these are some sick sick fucks.

Certainly, some of this hysteria is the result of Trumpsanity, a kind of geopolitical lupus that causes opponents of Trump's oh so special brand of slap-dash fascism to attempt to try to out-fasc their nemesis. We certainly see this with the frighteningly broad progressive support for the epic purge of free expression on social media. I personally suspect that the only reason they haven't gotten me yet is because gagging a confirmed tranny is technically still a hate crime in the SJW handbook.

But much of this Orwellian aping is actually a return home for most Dems, like chickens to the roost. As I said above, this kind of guns and butter uber-statism is an integral part of the DNC's DNA. Only now they've resorted to hijacking the good name of socialism in a perverted attempt to lure today's debt besodden youth into Chuck and Nancy's windowless van with promises of puppies and free tuition. With the brilliant exception of that glorious hijab-clad boss-bitch, Ilhan the Great (my second favorite bitch after Miss Chelsea Manning), most of the new "revolutionaries" of the Lower House don't seem to see world peace as a priority for their lukewarm insurrection. This creates a serious dilemma that goes well beyond the question ideological purity.

Not to sound like my asshole 12th grade econ teacher, but there really is no such thing as a free lunch. People like Bernie and AOC want to hand the government the keys to every major industry from Facebook to Big Pharma but don't propose anything in the way of the kind of major government cuts that would make this morally questionable endeavor economically doable. They bandy about the reputation of Scandinavia's social democracies without acknowledging the fact that the only reason these nations can afford their level of cradle to grave welfare is that they don't fight any goddamn wars. Many of them barely have standing armies.

Sweden prospered during the heat of the Cold War because their maverick PM, Olof Palme, rejected this imperial pissing match entirely and embraced neutrality and detente. This is how he fed and clothed his nation. As an anarchist, I find that level of even altruistic government intrusion to be suspect, but I've always admired the late Prime Minister for his consistent conviction. This was a man so devoted to the concept of pacifism that he had his citizens trained in non-violent resistance in case of a Soviet Invasion. Olof Palme was a socialist. The embattled Jeremy Corbyn is a socialist. I don't know what the hell Bernie and his pets are but they dishonor the title of socialism greatly by using it to demand that America gets more stuff while we carpet bomb the rest of the globe in the name of diplomacy.

America doesn't have a major modern peace party, at least not a consistent one, and we never really have. All we really have are myths that paint warmongers like FDR and JFK in the heroic colors of comic book superheroes. But these are simply lies we tell ourselves so we can sleep at night, safe from the long forgotten screams of Dresden and Da Nang. The point has been made that you cant lead a revolution in a counter-revolutionary party. Good point, but I would take that observation a step further and suggest that you can't lead a revolution in a counter-revolutionary government. This is why true socialists like Ilhan Omar and Jeremy Corbyn will always get crushed by there own while wolves in doves clothing like Bernie get sainted by the system they pretend to reject. Even a real life saint like dear Olof couldn't save his top-down government from sinking back into the malaise of crony-capitalist austerity once some mystery bastard put a NATO bullet in his back on the way home from the cinema.

You don't vote for a revolution, dearest motherfuckers, and it can't be given to you by some politician or party. You have to fight for it. You have to take it. You have to reject partisan mythology and plant those flowers with your own two hands, even if it means getting those hands dirty. Better dirty hands in the garden of peace than a dirty conscience in a lesser war party. And so I invite you to say farewell to those fictional Democrats, but don't mourn them. Sometimes dreams burn down. It's good for the soil.



Peace, Love & Empathy- CH



Soundtrack; Songs that influenced this post

*  Where Have All the Flowers Gone by Peter, Paul and Mary
*  Stay Useless by Cloud Nothings
*  Dreams Burn Down by Ride
*  Children of the Revolution by T. Rex
*  Rise Above by Black Flag
*  For What It's Worth by Buffalo Springfield
*  Backwater by Meat Puppets
*  Halfway Home by Broken Social Scene
*  Under a Rock by Waxahatchee

Sunday, March 10, 2019

Uniting the Fringe Against the Center

Watching the news lately, you get the impression that the world is being ripped in two by the scourge of the far-right and the far-left. Populism they call it. Warring tribes in a binary war for the soul of the free world. In the US, Our dear orange Pericles is scheming mightily to manipulate the already unconstitutional powers of executive privilege to follow through with his promise to militarize the commons at the boarder. Meanwhile, the Democratic Party is in virtual upheaval over how to contain a 5-foot-2 congresswoman for making the "antisemitic" observation that perhaps Israel has too much influence over Washington while the rest of the party keep McCarthyism alive with their own Russophobic "tropes".

Across Europe and many other parts of the world, you here a similar tale of the populist left and/or the populist right going too far in one direction or the other, many times both simultaneously in an act of sociopolitical fission. You also hear a great collective wail from the established order who still maintain control over the press and the permanent government, lamenting the untimely demise of globalism and an ill-defined sense of pragmatism among the holy Neos, both liberal and conservative. These heavily microphoned scions of the status quo would have you believe that the world was in perfect harmony before the 2008 financial crash that they and their order precipitated with the bipartisan pillage of the world's financial resources. In times like these the Ivy League appointed intellectual hierarchy of corporate thinktankland like to blow the dust off that old time honored canard of Jean-Pierre Faye's Horseshoe Theory. The idea that, when push comes to shove, the far-right and the far-left are like two ends of a horseshoe, nearly meeting each other ideologically in the middle.

Being a militant contrarian panarchist, I have some very mixed feelings about this philosophy. On the one hand, there is a part of me that wants to embrace this radical panic. I've long contended that dismantling the police-warfare state is an effort best left to a collaboration between the radical left and the libertarian right that today's wave of populists pretend to represent. On the other hand, the entire left-right spectrum strikes me as inherently reductionist and almost childishly over simplistic. Just like gender and sexuality, politics and philosophy are far too complex to be reduced to such bipolar classifications. I prefer to think of this sociopolitical zeitgeist as a circle, rather than the brutish horseshoe.

It's hard for any well studied student of history to deny that certain elements of the far-right and far-left have a great deal of under-explored common ground. As a post-Marxist social anarchist who prizes anti-imperialism and freedom of speech above all else, I find myself in agreement with paleolibertarians like Ron Paul far more often than I do milquetoast progressives like Elizabeth Warren. This isn't because Ron and me have near identical values, far from it. It's because we both exist on the outer ring of the sociopolitical circle, with the established order at the center. We exist on what is commonly referred to as the fringe of society, a renegade outback populated by misfits as far-flung as Christian patriots and genderfuck evangelists. Considering the current state of society; endless foreign interventions, two-party gang warfare, economic cannibalism, this maligned outsider status no longer feels like a pejorative. Anarchists, socialists, paleos and libertarians stand far enough from ground zero of the mainstream political circle to recognize the source of these problems and it isn't us.

With all the dewy eyed hymns being sung by the aging patriarchs of the Fourth Estate, you would be forgiven for forgetting that the most grotesque foibles of the West have almost exclusively been the byproducts of the triumph of bipartisan centrism. Vietnam, Iraq, NAFTA, CAFTA, the War on Drugs, the Prison Industrial Complex, all the poisoned fruits of cooperation among neoliberals and neoconservatives on the center-left and center-right, respectively. The chaos of our current era is the result of the rule of the very system Time Magazine and CNN propose as a solution. Barking populist demagogues like Bernie and Trump aren't solutions either. With the desperate top-bottom statist overreach of border walls and corporatist green new deals, these are the bastard children of a system that they're using extreme measures to preserve. These men are opportunistic pied pipers leading well intentioned fringeists back into the never-never-land of centrist purgatory. Their siren songs should be ignored at all cost by anyone thirsty for truly substantial change.

The only real change that swamp creatures like Trump and Bernie truly represent is a division within their circle on how to best preserve it. These populist squabbles may be the contractions of this systems long overdue miscarriage. But they could use a little help from the abortion clinics of the fringe. If the malignant center could achieve such heights of mass destruction working together than why not the disparate forces who reject its hegemony? Why are we wasting perfectly good Molotov cocktails on each other when the cop cars are wide open between us? We need to take note of our priorities. If you are determined to reign in the police state and snuff out the fires of eternal warfare, then I say that you're my ally, regardless of what you think of my gender identity or how to provide people with adequate healthcare. I honestly believe that there are good kids both in Antifa and MAGA hats who would agree with this sentiment if they weren't so damn distracted by their preferred cults of personality and the scapegoats they conjure. We need to get these kids woke enough to look across the center and realize that a true revolution can never be waged from within it.

The center had their turn, dearest motherfuckers. They shit the bed and I for one have no intention of cleaning it alone. Fuck the center and unite the fringe.



Peace, Love, & Empathy- CH



Soundtrack; songs that influenced this post

*  Times Like These by Foo Fighters
*  Wild Wild Life by Talking Heads
*  Aneurysm by Nirvana
*  Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash
*  Muzzle by Smashing Pumpkins
*  Ahead by Wire
*  Here It Comes by the Brian Jonestown Massacre
*  The Middle by Jimmy Eat World
*  Working Class Hero by John Lennon
*  Train In Vain by the Clash

Sunday, March 3, 2019

Redefining the 'N' Word


Jimi Hendrix was a n*gga
Jesus Christ and grandma, too
Jackson Pollock was a nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me

Outside of society, if you're looking
That's where you'll find me
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me
Outside of society

-Rock n Roll Nigger, Patti Smith


Are there any niggers here tonight? Could you turn on the house lights, please, and could the waiters and waitresses just stop serving, just for a second? And turn off this spot. Now what did he say? "Are there any niggers here tonight?" I know there's one nigger, because I see him back there working. Let's see, there's two niggers. And between those two niggers sits a kike. And there's another kike— that's two kikes and three niggers. And there's a spic. Right? Hmm? There's another spic. Ooh, there's a wop; there's a polack; and, oh, a couple of greaseballs. And there's three lace-curtain Irish micks. And there's one, hip, thick, hunky, funky, boogie. Boogie boogie. Mm-hmm. I got three kikes here, do I hear five kikes? I got five kikes, do I hear six spics, I got six spics, do I hear seven niggers? I got seven niggers. Sold American. I pass with seven niggers, six spics, five micks, four kikes, three guineas, and one wop. Well, I was just trying to make a point, and that is that it's the suppression of the word that gives it the power, the violence, the viciousness. Dig: if President Kennedy would just go on television, and say, "I would like to introduce you to all the niggers in my cabinet," and if he'd just say "nigger nigger nigger nigger nigger" to every nigger he saw, "boogie boogie boogie boogie boogie," "nigger nigger nigger nigger nigger" 'til nigger didn't mean anything anymore, then you could never make some six-year-old black kid cry because somebody called him a nigger at school.

-Swear to tell the truth, Lenny Bruce





I grew up in a pretty close minded community, where the word inappropriate was tossed around a lot to excuse generally totalitarian behavior to young children with common sense. Don't stand for the Pledge? That's inappropriate. Don't kneel for Father Diddlesmore's fiftieth homily? That's inappropriate. Don't maintain traditional gender performance? That's inappropriate. Speak up for yourself? That's inappropriate. Saying a lot of things was inappropriate and I've always had a lot to say. Me and my big mouth were consistently inappropriate, but try as they might, all the rapacious priests and ruler stroking nuns in Pennsylvania couldn't contain the feisty inner bitch that hid in my mouth until she was ready to come out. So I guess it should come as little surprise to anyone that once I finally lapsed from that putrid pederast factory, I assumed freedom of speech as my new religion, with malcontents like Patti Smith and Lenny Bruce as my saints.

I have plenty of contrarian positions, I can't even stick to one gender for more than five minutes, but there are two positions on which I am downright dogmatic, and that's my total objection to war and censorship. As a thesaurus groping gonzo autodidact, my love for words is practically a sexual fetish; big words, small words, "good" words, "bad" words, I pretty much use them all. I'm pretty sure that I've called Donald Trump a cunt at least once a day since his inauguration, and I'm pretty proud of that guesstimation. But if there is one word that affords me more grief than any other, it's the word that only needs one letter. The word that begins and many times ends with the letter N. I don't use it often in my work but when I do it seems to upset people.

And it should. Nigger is a word with a lot of vile baggage and should never be taken lightly. It was created with the express purpose of dehumanizing and degrading an entire continent's worth of people so as to make it just that much easier for pale skinned oligarchs to justify their wholesale slaughter and enslavement. Over time the word has evolved, as many words do, and been righteously repossessed by its very victims as a term of endearment and comradery, though many black people continue to disdain its use even within their own community. As a general rule of thumb, I try not to say things about people that I wouldn't be comfortable saying to their face and since I don't feel comfortable dropping the N-bomb around my handful of black friends here in Trump Country, I generally avoid saying it. So why then do I occasionally find myself using it in my writing?

I wont lie to you, dearest motherfuckers, that's not my style, a part of it is provocation. Nigger is a word so visceral that it commands attention like few others, and as a muckraking journalist who writes primarily to incite, it can be an indispensable weapon. The catch is that I almost exclusively use the word to incite white people. Unlike the childish provocations of the Alt-Right, I use words like nigger and faggot with the intention of bringing poor people together rather than segregating them against each other. The best example of this, the one that always stands out in my mind, was something I wrote years ago in response to the racially primed chaos of Charlottesville. Sickened by the spectacle of poor people brutalizing other poor people while President Cuntface and his finger wagging enablers in the legacy media used their pain to push their own divisive agendas, the best advice I could shore up for both ends of the melee is that we are all niggers and faggots in the eyes of the One Percent. Like my patron saints, Patti and Lenny, I sought to redefine these words to fit the turbulence of the times. As a queer person, I sought to welcome even the very whitest of trash to embrace their new status as veritable faggots in the growing ranks of a post-empire proletariat, rather than clinging to a rapidly diminishing sense of privilege.

But who am I as a "White" person to invite people that happen to share my shade to embrace their symbolic niggerdom? Well, for one thing, I don't identify as white. When I walk into your average local honky-tonk, the people there, my supposed people, don't see one of their own. They don't see white, they see tranny and they see faggot and this has been the case long before I came out. Even as an essentially genderless child, people, most of them white, could smell the queer on me. Oswald Spengler himself, one of the brighter bulbs of nationalist thought, observed that race wasn't defined by the blood and soil that the nitwits who often bandy about his name prize, race is about common culture and values, and queerness is defined by a total rejection of puritanical, white, Anglo-Saxon values. So when people ask me what race I am, I tell them queer.

Even when people press me about my ethnicity, I don't answer white, I answer Irish Catholic, a race of people who weren't even considered white by their European neighbors for most of their existence. In fact, when they first came to this country during the famines, they were regularly derided by the white Protestant class as white niggers, a term still in regular circulation among Ulster Loyalists in occupied Northern Ireland. The Micks only became white when they embraced the very culture and values that I'm biologically programmed as a queer person to reject. In the eyes of the white establishment, a faggot is little more than a squishy pink nigger and a pauper is only as white as their devotion to the company line.

So does this mean I'm "allowed" to say the dreaded 'N'. No, in a free society we should all be free to say whatever the fuck we want and define ourselves how ever the fuck we want. History be damned, there are no bad and good words. Language isn't a science, it's an art that shifts over time with culture. I can't know what it's like to here that word as a black person, but I can definitely relate to being made to feel like the white man's bitch and I have a feeling that a growing class of increasingly poor white people can relate. If I can convince these deplorables that they are niggers and faggots too and that their liberation as well as ours rests in the wholesale rejection of their own waning privilege, then White Supremacy is truly, finally, fucked.

If that's inappropriate, then so be it. You'll have to forgive me of my trespasses, dearest motherfuckers. After all, I am a faggot. Inappropriate is part of our culture.



Peace, Love, & Empathy- CH



Soundtrack; songs that influenced this post

*  Rock n Roll Nigger by Patti Smith
*  Express Yourself by NWA
*  Los Angeles by X
*  The Underside of Power by Algiers
*  Woman is the Nigger of the World by John Lennon and Yoko Ono
*  Wolf Like Me by TV on the Radio
*  Rock n Roll Nigger by Marilyn Manson
*  List of Demands (Reparations) by Saul Williams
*  Holiday in Cambodia by Dead Kennedys
*  Oliver's Army by Elvis Costello
*  Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry







Sunday, February 24, 2019

No One Is More Oppressed Than Children

Social justice has become such a loaded term in the Twenty-Teens. There was a time when only renegades gave a flying fuck about the disenfranchised. Now its been hijacked, in name only, by the state to justify its own malign existence. This leads to far too many reactionary renegades either embracing the state as a solution to the woes it perpetuates or conversely rejecting social justice out of hand. The sad reality here is that this has left many oppressed people without any legitimate advocacy outside of their own embattled tribes. The Civil Rights Movement has been twisted into a distraction from the very class issues that serve as the source of virtually all forms of bigotry and too many class warriors have written off social justice as a whole as some kind of neoliberal vanity project. But people are still fucked for more reasons than class even if class is the foreplay that makes that fucking possible.

Among so-called Social Justice Warriors, the conversation often devolves into a squabble over who gets fucked worst; The blacks or the browns? The trans of the gays? This bickering rarely serves any justifiable purpose but I'm always perplexed by the fact that no one takes the side of the most obvious winner of this dubious distinction. Across the globe, without exception, the most roundly fucked class of people on the planet are children and if that sentence makes you uncomfortable then that's a start. The fact that this obvious truth is still a total mystery to even the most obsessive compulsive SJW's only further proves the point. But really think about it, dearest motherfuckers.

Even here in the supposed civil rights bacchanalia of the West, children are afforded all the rights of pets. They are essentially the property of their adult guardians or even worse, the state, if they see fit to interfere in the oppression process. If you are beneath the sacred age of eighteen in this country, you can't vote, you can't own property, you can't work, and you have absolutely zero say in your living situation. The oppression begins at birth with the glorified genital mutilation of circumcision and, even worse, the painful and invasive surgery that defines intersex children's physical sex before they can even speak. Children are routinely conditioned to be well behaved cattle, to be seen but not heard. They are instructed to obey adults without question and do as they're told. Is it any wonder that children are the number one victims of abuse in this country with the lion share of the abuse being dolled out by the very authority figures they're groomed to obey; Parents, cops, teachers, priests.

In no place is the morally derelict treatment of children more aggressively apparent than the compulsory school system, public or private. Schooling as we know it is a mandatory prison sentence in this country. From four to eighteen, from 8:00 to 4:00, children are told what to say, what to do, where to stand, where to sit, what to think. Everything from their dress to their speech to their diet and bathroom privileges are policed by a cartel of role-crazy power-junkies who's authority stems almost exclusively from their age and the amount of money they were bilked into squirreling away on a piece of paper printed by another scholastic dictatorship. It's a gulag archipelago that trains children to memorize numbers, stand in line, and keep their fucking mouths shut, and now authoritarian do-gooders like Elizabeth Warren want to expand this abusive zombification into pre-K and quadruple the warden's salary? Fuck them. Hey Dems, leave those kids alone!

For the most part, the only people who publicly advocate for children's rights mostly just advocate to replace their parents with the state as their oppressors. They seek to curtail the sexual violation of young people by further infantilizing them with age of consent laws that deny them of the right to even have a sexuality. Rather than helping students and child laborers alike to unionize and develop their own set of labor rights, they deny them the right to work and incarcerate their education with compulsory schooling. The most prevalent argument against the true liberation of children is that they are simply not mature enough to handle the responsibilities of liberty, but what do you expect when you treat people like fucking pets? How can people speak for themselves when you sow their mouths shut. The idea that children simply aren't smart enough for their rights is nothing less than ageist bigotry propagated by adults who hold a stake in keeping a class prostrate and malleable, after all, obedient children grow up to become obedient adults.

And who am I to speak on the behalf of these kids? Just another SJW with an ax to grind? Perhaps. But I'm also the survivor of over a decade of emotional and spiritual abuse at the hands of the Catholic Church. From preschool through middle school I was taught by the adult pillars of my community in a small rural Catholic school that my gender identity was a sickness and that to express my soul truthfully would make me undeserving of god's love, much less anybody else's. I was brought up to believe my body was a filthy instrument, that I was a pervert and a freak.

For a very long time I remained in denial over my trauma for the simple fact that, unlike many other victims of the Church and adult institutions like it, no one laid a finger on me. But they didn't need to. They saved themselves the trouble by locking me alone in a closet and supplying me with all the weapons I needed to destroy myself. I still don't trust adults and I still don't believe anyone who tells me that they love me. If therapy has taught me anything its that there are many ways to break a child. When you tell an emotionally damaged nine year old that they're going to burn in hell forever, the trauma is virtually identical as a child who's been threatened with murder by an adult. I still have scars you can't see. They will never heal.

When you're a survivor of child abuse, part of you will always be that child. When I look real hard in the mirror I can still see that desperately trapped nine year old girl behind the scars, only now she's not scared anymore, she's pissed. She's out for blood, for the scalp of every teacher and priest who violates children with impunity, and every ageist bureaucrat, right up to the Pope himself, who pays lip service to their rights while keeping them in chains. Until children are truly emancipated and given the same rights afforded to any other citizen, they will continue to be fodder for such corrosive institutions, and adults will remain complicit in their subjugation.

Check your privilege SJW's. Your children are the niggers of the earth and the whip is in your hands. If this post makes you uncomfortable, then that's a start.



Peace, Love, & Empathy- CH



Soundtrack; songs that influenced this post

*  Another Brick In the Wall (Part 2) by Pink Floyd
*  Been a Son by Nirvana
*  War by Sinead O'Connor
*  Violet by Hole
*  In the Garage by Weezer
*  Bullet With Butterfly Wings by Smashing Pumpkins
*  Decorated Lawns by Julien Baker
*  Sin by Nine Inch Nails
*  Stupid Girl by Garbage
*  Sheila Take a Bow by the Smiths

Sunday, February 17, 2019

Zionists are the Most Precious Snowflakes

Well, dearest motherfuckers, apparently I'm an anti-Semite. I know! I had know idea either. But if being a mild mannered critic of Israel like Congresswoman Ilhan Omar makes you a rabid anti-Semite then color me Adolf fucking Eichmann because there is nothing mild about me. Being an openly anti-Zionist drag queen pretty much makes that biologically impossible. When a state walls in an entire group of people based solely on race and then systematically starves them to death, I call that fucking genocide regardless of which end of the rifle the chosen people happen to be on. Pardon me all over the goddamn place for having a color blind moral compass. But apparently that's all it takes because Zionists are the most precious snowflakes.

I say Zionists because Jews have nothing to do with this. A Jew is a member of one of the Twelve Tribes of Israel. A Zionist is a Jewish supremacist who believes Israel should be a fascist satellite of American imperialism and many of them aren't even Jews. But apparently these revanchist goyum have been awarded the Jehovah given right to proclaim anyone who doesn't agree with their insane foreign policy or the apartheid regime illegally occupying Palestine to be a stark raving, goose-stepping anti-Semite. And based on the limp-wristed, half-assed, back-peddling, Israel critics in the DNC that they've stapled this red scarlet letter to, a flaming, unapologetic, Israel-basher like me is all but guaranteed to make their voluminous shit-list. Good riddance. They can kiss the queerest part of my ass.

The most ridiculous thing about this kind of smear is that I couldn't be farther from an anti-Semite if I tried. I love Jews. Aside from the fact that my favorite celebrity fantasy is to be Mila Kunis going down on Natalie Portman in Black Swan, most of my heroes are pipe-hitting members of the tribe; Jesus Christ, Baruch Spinoza, Karl Marx, Rosa Luxemburg, Emma Goldman, Murray Rothbard, Murray Bookchin, Abbie Hoffman, Allen Ginsberg. All of them heretics, mind you, but that's part of the Jewish tradition and a very big part of the reason why the Jews have been traditionally despised by powerful people.

This is also why Zionism itself is really the antithesis of the Jewish tradition. The Jews have always been a rootless nomadic race of free thinkers with no devotion to blood and soil but instead a deep seated culture of rebellion against all forms of unjust authority even within their own communities. In fact, most of what I know about Israel's criminal history comes from the Jews who continue to serve as the number one critics of that foul state that disgraces their proud lineage in their name; Israel Shahak, Noam Chomsky, Norman Finkelstein, Ilan Pappe, Gilad Atzmon, Uri Avnery. Most of the biggest names in the anti-Zionist movement are Jews, many of them Holocaust survivors horrified by the spectacle of seeing their own people falling prey to the same kind of reactionary racism that put them and their kin on one way trains to Poland.

But even these sages of historical wisdom aren't safe from the fury of the Zionist snowflakes. They're mugged of their identity, black balled as "self-loathing Jews", and chased out of universities by torchlight, much like their ancestors in the Third Reich. No one is safe from the influence of the Israel Lobby, especially not women of color who seem to get nailed the hardest, double points if they happen to be Muslims. This is no coincidence. You see, Zionism has nothing to do with opposing anti-Semitism, real or imagined. In it's current post-colonial rendition, Zionism has become a sociopolitical force devoted to replacing Jews as the West's scapegoat of choice with their Semitic cousins, the Palestinians, and anybody who looks or prays like them by proxy.

With Israel, Jews have been simultaneously domesticated with European style nationalism and made pawns too useful to simply serve as tools to justify the police state. Muslims have taken their place and fear is the grease that makes this demonic swap possible. In the days before the Holocaust, Zionists were widely recognized by most Jews as extremist wack-jobs. The notion of a homeland was more spiritual than political. The horrors of the Holocaust however provided Zionists, many of whom were actually early collaborators with the Nazis, with the perfect historical weapon to beat their traumatized brethren into embracing an archetype completely contrary to their tribal character.

I have long argued that this is the greatest tragedy of the Holocaust. That that revolutionary tribe of stateless heretics who were so dangerous to the system that they're annihilation was required before some cunt could take over the world, have been manipulated into becoming the new Nazis. Terrorizing and silencing dissenters. Removing their commentary from the zeitgeist so they don't have to waste the matches burning them. And using a totally innocent tribe of stateless people as convenient scapegoats for building a racial supremacist empire on their shallow graves.

But, hey, what the hell do I know? You don't have to listen to me, dearest motherfuckers. I'm just another jew-loving anti-Semite, so my opinion doesn't fucking matter anymore. Funny how that works.



Peace, Love, & Empathy- CH



Soundtrack; songs that influenced this post

*  Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen
*  The Lord's Favorite by Iceage
*  Sometime Around Midnight by The Airborne Toxic Event
*  Highway 61 Revisited by Bob Dylan
*  Night Shift by Lucy Dacus
*  California Uber Alles by Dead Kennedys
*  Love, Love, Love by the Mountain Goats
*  When You Were Young by the Killers
*  Those Were the Days by Mary Hopkin
*  Radio Radio by Elvis Costello

Sunday, February 10, 2019

The Councils Before Maduro!

Venezuela is fucked up. A nation hanging from the edge of a cliff by its broken and bloody fingernails. Thick noxious clouds of acrid black smoke gather around the capital of Caracas as the bodies continue to stack up. There is all out chaos in the streets as warring clans of half-starved people open fire on each other indiscriminately. The sides are ill-defined. There seem to be leftists, soldiers and cops in uniform on both ends of the melee. The government of Nicholas Maduro rounds up scores of hellions, holding the ones who don't get shot in the streets indefinitely in unknown locations. Meanwhile the western vaunted opposition launches full blown terrorist attacks, killing scores of soldiers and civilians alike. There are no clean hands in this fist fight. Everyone has lowered their standards of human decency to meet the standards of their nations new era of depravity. Few things are clear here. The streets and social media alike are awash with rumors and hearsay. One thing that is clear is that we're not in Hugo Chavez's Venezuela anymore. The once robust egalitarian experiment of Bolivarianism has devolved into violent statist hell and this was the point.

Venezuela is fucked up because its been fucked up, subjected to a concerted campaign of economic sabotage that started long before Maduro's absurd Dengist market socialist reforms. The United States launched this campaign through its numerous tentacles, public and private, in response to a democratic revolution that also began long before Hugo Chavez became its benevolent figure head. Under this relentlessly oppressive regime of crippling sanctions and monetary manipulation, a nation state of any kind would crumble beneath the pressure. Just add the constant threat of coup de tats and a return to the western sanctioned petro-fascism of past decades and even the most egalitarian experiments will take on increasingly statist and authoritarian policies to protect their revolution and the people it serves. The cruel irony being that by taking these desperate measures they adopt the very same attributes they're attempting to stave off in the name of a revolution that these very trends betray. An almost operatic tragedy of the commons.

This is America's preferred prescription for the troublesome ailment of radical leftism. In its purest forms, all strains of this red plague, be they Marxism, socialism, anarchism, even communism, are inherently anti-statist by nature. Class exists due to the construct of difference; race, gender, sex, religion or any other jerry-rigged category the establishment can conjure up to justify it's aristocratic difference when the only real difference is 'who has the gold?' Regardless of intent, the very existence of the state precludes difference based on the governments monopoly on the use of force. This means that the American superstate's best defense against the spread of stateless leftism is to violently push these movements to adopt increasingly statist policies upon the threat of total annihilation. Venezuela is far from the first. America has been at this game both at home and abroad for some time.

The Russian Revolution was originally a quite diverse and inclusive movement that included everything from anarchists to left-wing nationalists before America and its putrid World War Allies infected the barely formed Soviet Union with tens of thousands of invading dough-boys to assist the Czarist death squads in carrying out their White Terror. Even organizations like Nestor Makhno's Ukrainian anarchist Black Army, who had committed themselves to collaborating with the Bolsheviks against the Whites, ended up caught in the crossfire as the Soviet experiment descended into Atlantist manufactured chaos. The end result was that a deeply traumatized population returned to the perceived security of Czarism in the form of Josef Stalin, dooming the Soviets to the same fate as the Romanovs.

Fidel Castro appeared to have every intention of holding free elections before we mined Cuba's harbors and fouled their crops. The Black Panther Party were the most effective civil rights movement in the country before the siege mentality developed by Cointelpro caused them to splinter and adopt increasingly criminal behavior as a doomed survival mechanism. The poor people of Nicaragua only agreed to vote out their liberators in the Sandinista government after over a decade of living in an endless horror movie directed by Ronald Reagan's favorite coke fiends in the Contras. And Chile underwent a near identical campaign of economic sabotage and CIA skulduggery as Venezuela, ending in the suicide of President Salvador Allende, a man who championed an early form of E-democracy long before the foundation of the first Pirate Party, and his replacement with one of the most savage dictatorships in the history of the Western Hemisphere. What do you think will happen to Venezuela if it to falls prey to America's brand of third world "democracy"?

People often forget that the Bolivarian Revolution didn't begin with Chavez. It began with the establishment of the Barrio Assembly of Caracas in 1991, a decentralized network of autonomous communal councils that bare more resemblance to Catalonia than Cuba. With Chavez's encouragement, these communes spread across the countries poorest favelas and villages, empowering millions to take a direct role in their own governance. This is the side of the revolution that America fears most and if they can convince Maduro to crack down on these rebellious experiments then they will have won, regardless of whether or not they get their golden boy Guaido to play Kid Pinochet.

For this reason, the key objective of all those inspired by the Bolivarian Revolution shouldn't be to pick sides between two thugs but to support the Councils, regardless of who takes the reigns. They can kill a thousand Allendes but they are utterly powerless against the authority of a people with no need for authority and they know it. The people created Chavez. America's war on the people created both Maduro and Guaido. But only the people can keep the revolution alive. And we can only truly support them by keeping America on a leash and putting the Councils before Maduro.


Si se puede, dearest motherfuckers. Keep yourselves alive.



Peace, Love, & Empathy- CH



Soundtrack; songs that influenced this post

*  Comeback Kid by Sleigh Bells
*  Keep Yourself Alive by Queen
*  It's All Over Now by The Cranberries
*  Reign In Blood by Slayer
*  Wave of Mutilation by Kristin Hersh
*  I Fought the Law by Dead Kennedys
*  Number of the Beast by Zwan
*  Search and Destroy by the Stooges
*  Night Shift by Lucy Dacus
*  Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden