The Ghost of Ali Shariati Dances with the Epstein Empire

 Trump has seriously fucked up in the Middle East this time and even he knows it. In the first two weeks alone of Bibi and Donald's latest savage bombardment of the Islamic Republic of Iran, neither regime has been able to keep their various stories straight for longer than fifteen seconds. 

First, we were supposedly doing this because the Iranian people were just one airstrike away from returning the Shah to power in a popular uprising but after slaughtering half of the nation's leadership from the Ayatollah down to the dog catcher, the Iranian people seemed more supportive of the fundamentalist hand that barely feeds them than ever before. 

So, then the story changes to a strangely familiar narrative about weapons of mass destruction, weapons that Trump himself insisted repeatedly that he had heroically obliterated in the Ten-Day War last year. And that old gem was followed rather swiftly by yet another narrative about some inevitable plot by Iran to take over the Middle East in a week at any given second unless we helped Israel massacre their daughters in daring daylight raids on elementary schools. Now, they mostly just point at the mess they made and say, "Now, you see, with nukes that would be way worse."

The only thing that seems to change more than Trump's chickenshit excuses for setting the region on fire is the timeline for when V-day is supposed to come. Two weeks becomes four weeks becomes four months becomes four weeks again after oil prices spike. Believe it or not. all of these rambling narratives actually do tell the same story. The story of a vane and ignorant empire that opened Pandora's Box by assassinating a nation of 90 million's god-king and then completely lost control of the expanding global horror show that followed. 

And just like that, Donald Trump has managed to do the seemingly impossible and out-neocon the neocons he was originally elected to replace with a seemingly pointless adventure in reckless regime change in a nation even Bush was smart enough not to bomb. All of which begs the question of what exactly was the real fucking goal here?

Donald Trump's approval ratings were already in the shitter, and this war was hugely unpopular with his own base long before he even dropped the first bomb. This man clearly isn't the brightest psychopath to ever stumble into the White House from Wall Street, but he isn't a complete and total imbecile either. He is also way too pathologically self-serving to take one for anyone's team. 

So, then, and I repeat, what in Ronald Reagan's putrid corpse could have possibly convinced this man that a suicidal quagmire in halal country was a good idea during a fucking election year? I can only give you a guess, but I do believe it to be a fairly educated one.

Two things happened the week before Trump finally decided to end his will-he-won't-he relationship with regime change in Iran. The first is that Benjamin Netanyahu told the Donald that Israel was going to whack the Ayatollah with or without him and that the results would be identical either way. Iran would retaliate by dumping literal tons of drones on the American bases that encircle it throughout the region and Trump would be duty bound to prove his manhood with blood.

The other telltale thing that happened that week was that evidence surfaced from the heavily redacted Epstein Files that appears to show multiple sources corroborating the failed lawsuit of Katy Johnson; an anonymous plaintiff who accused our current president of raping her with Jeffrey Epstein at his side and then threatening to murder her if she spoke.

What do these two events have to do with each other? Considering the growing evidence of Epstein's connections to Israeli intelligence, they both amount to blackmail. The Ashkenazi Duce of a nation that Donald Trump must at the very least suspect has evidence of his dalliances with pedophilia essentially used American soldiers like hostages and said, 'if you don't, we will.' It's a reckless gambit even by Israeli standards but Benjamin Netanyahu has always been a reckless motherfucker even by Israeli standards. This was after all the man who kept arming Hamas even during the First Intifada just to splinter the PLO.

So, while Donald Trump struggles to conjure up new excuses for jabbing his tiny prick into a wild hornet's nest, Israel continues its revanchist expansion project, swallowing up even more territory in Lebanon to build a Greater Israel in the hallowed name of their pilfered wealth amidst the increasingly volatile neighborhood that jacking that loot made possible in the Middle East.

The good news here is the bad news here. Regardless of who engineered it, the project to reign in the regional Shia opposition to Israel's Epstein facilitated collection of final solutions in the Holy Land has become a very loud and violent disaster. Iran had actually been rendered rather docile by so-called peace deals like the JCPOA and the Mullahs' flirtations with those decadents at the World Bank. Now, the nation's hardliners have more power than ever over a half-crippled drone factory with an atomized Islamic Guard that has no moderate commanders left to tell them 'No.'

Israel may have finally bitten off more than they can chew and Donald Trump definitely has, as any further disintegration of the Islamic Republic will likely simply loose a colossal stockpile of artillery onto Shia militias across the region. Militias that Iran actually did more to contain than arm. 

When Gaddafi fell to NATO intervention in 2011, his arsenal spread from Boko Haram to ISIS and destabilized half of Africa for a generation. Iran's stash is ten times the size and its military was designed to decentralize into smaller and smaller autonomous units as the chain of command continues to break down. What all this blood on the temple walls spells out is that a newer and more terrifying Axis of Resistance committed to smashing Zion above all else may be upon us.

At the risk of committing political suicide (again), I say good fucking riddance. As the American Empire continues its long, inevitable decline into the age of Orange Ozymandias, Israel appears to be making a move to elevate its status from a regional menace to a burgeoning empire in its own right. Go ahead and laugh. The British did when a bunch of rogue slave rapists decided to start up their own Mafia family in the "New World" and by the beginning of the Cold War they were doing the Washington Family's bloody laundry for chump change. 

Israel has learned from the worst. Much like the US of A, these colonialist pigfuckers have developed their own distinctly nasty strain of white supremacy called Zionism along with a biblically justified Manifest Destiny calling for nothing short of complete control of every grain of sand between the Nile and the Euphrates along with a pact to commit mass suicide by nuclear holocaust if they fail. 

Let's face it, this is a sickening menace that needs to be stopped before it can commit another sixteen Nakbas before dinner and a riled-up regalia of Islamic militias appear to be the only people willing to stop them. The sad thing, well, one of many sad things, is that the Iranian opposition to the Mullahs was totally based, even if it was being influenced by bad actors like Mossad and the Pahlavi Dynasty still hiding out in Beverly Hills. 

The Islamic Revolution was an unfinished popular uprising that had been launched not only against western materialism and a brutal American backed monarch but against Persia's long corrupt clerical order as well.

It's true ideological leader wasn't even the Ayatollah, but a former Marxist academic named Ali Shariati who preached a radical school of "Red Shiism" that advocated for a return to Islam's roots as a vehicle for social justice and an alternative to western capitalism. But Shariati died mysteriously in exile before the revolution ended, allowing the Mullahs to hijack and ultimately destroy the revolution, building a kind of crony capitalist Shiism that allowed the clerical class to fatten themselves behind a veneer of religious fundamentalism.

I honestly believe that these fuckers would have been chucked out decades ago and probably by the remaining revolutionaries in the Islamic Guard if it wasn't for the constant intervention of western imperialism, beginning almost immediately after the fall of the Shah with the brutal invasion of Washington's then-toady in Iraq, Saddam Hussein, which forced revolutionaries and clerics alike to fight side by side for their lives in gas infested trenches.

Iranians find themselves in similarly existential straits right now beneath the steel rain of the Epstein Empire. This is why they have largely gathered around Khamenei Jr. Not because he's an heir to another heretical dynasty but because he is an orphan and a widower. He is a largely blank slate ready to be painted by the anguished rage of a people who have grown accustomed to being routinely traumatized by Zionism.

It is my hope, maybe my only hope, that these people somehow succeed in humiliating the predator class in both Washington and Tel Aviv to the point of collapse and then bring the war home to an Iran bereft of central leadership so they can form a network of decentralized roaming governments similar to that of fellow Shia militias like the Houthis, Hezbollah, and the Sadrists. That and that maybe just maybe, with a lack of western Westphalian supremacy over the globe, those civilian regimes can form their own school of Red Shia anarchism not unlike what existed in this region before the West intervened.

Either way, Trump and his increasingly sadistic Zionist masters need to be stopped more than any Mullah, and it should probably be the neighborhood they've tortured the worst that finally stops them.

This one's for all the Katie Johnson's out there. Death to the Epstein Empire that feeds on the flesh of the innocent. Your whirlwind is just around the corner now.

Peace, Love & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs that Influenced this Post

* Sympathy for the Devil by the Rolling Stones

* The Wild Ones by Suede

* Riot Rythm by Sleigh Bells

* Fight the Power by Public Enemy

* Hell Awaits by Slayer

* My Body is Made of Crushed Little Stars by Mitski

* Dirty Boots by Sonic Youth

* Justine Go Genesis by Sleigh Bells

Save Misfit Manor: A Queer Anarchist Homestead Needs Your Help

 I think a lot of people take words like 'home' and 'family' for granted and I suppose I was one of them. I grew up in what I thought was a pretty stable home, a three-bedroom house with loving parents who never actually hit me. But I didn't know what safety felt like until I was 33 because the stable suburban existence of my seemingly idyllic childhood was dependent on the secrets I kept. About the confusing gender identity that the church my family revered promised eternal damnation for. And about the terrible things that uniformed agents of that church did to that vexing body of mine when I was too small to comprehend it, let alone defend it.

I didn't even feel safe enough to consciously confront these heinous truths until I met my now girlfriend Lily and we were taken in by our dear friends Archie and Em along with their child Al. I still remember the first night I spent at the rural homestead they inherited from Archie's grandmother, sitting around a campfire surrounded by nothing but untouched Appalachian wilderness and other Queer people who understood the unfathomable. Other neurodivergent, gender diverse people who grew up with secrets and the violence they concealed. By the end of that evening, I felt downright high even though I hadn't inhaled anything stronger than charred marshmallows. 

It took me a moment to recognize this euphoria to be a simple sense of security; my body unclenching like a fist for the first time since I was five years old, and it would take me another moment still to recognize just how many years I had waited to exhale.

This was the night that my friends became family and their one-acre property, lovingly dubbed Misfit Manor, became home. I have written about this place before; the ramshackle homestead tucked deep inside a central Pennsylvanian holler standing defiantly for the unsung cause of Queer rural autonomy in a bastard age of climate apocalypse and imperial collapse. And I've written about these people before; my hacker weeb bestie who I accidentally fell in love with during our overlapping gender transitions; the high school sweethearts who flipped genders, had a child who defied all of them, and took in another longtime friend named James as the missing piece in their polyamorous marriage. 

They often form the silver lining in my Queer tribalist tirades against vanilla civilization, but today I speak of them with a tremble in my throat and glass in my chest.

You see, dearest motherfuckers, a couple weeks ago, what appears to have been a freak electrical fire caused by ancient wiring burned Misfit Manor to the ground. Lily and I still live with our elderly parents most of the time, but Archie, Em, James, and Al barely escaped with their lives and the flames took nearly everything else; the house, the shed, the ducks and chickens, two charming cats named Toast and Horus, and an abused but impossibly gentle pitbull named Pomni...

All gone. Up in smoke. I drove down the moment I heard and the strongest people I've ever met took turns falling apart in my arms while everything they worked for lay in a smoldering heap beside us.

None of it was insured. Archie's grandfather had built that house with his bare hands from a dilapidated barn decades ago. They own nothing but the land. However, that fire stole so much more than property. It robbed all of us of a dream of turning that acre into something more. A self-sustaining, off-grid, Queer autonomous zone. One island in what I had hoped would become an archipelago: a confederation of Misfit Manors stretching across the rural rust belt; allowing neurodivergent, gender bending hicks like us (the kind of people the cosmopolitan pride parades left behind) to build a stateless community not unlike that of our Amish neighbors; a sanctuary that  would allow us to never have to rely on another straight institution ever again.

In other words, I dreamt of proliferating the safety I found one summer night around the swirling embers of a campfire and turning it into a weapon against isolation and assimilation.

I'm not going to tell you that we ever came close to this dream. I'm not going to tell you that Misfit Manor was some kind of utopian paradise before the flames cruelly turned against us. We are poor people who come from trauma and like a family of porcupines, we have stuck each other in close quarters many times without even trying. Holding this thing together has been a constant struggle from the beginning and it has never been easy.

However, I can also tell you that nothing tastes better than homemade bread after three rips of cheap gas station weed. I can tell you that Al taught me how to trust myself after decades of parochial indoctrination just by trusting me to be their "Auntie Anarchy". I can tell you that I spent the best Thanksgiving of my life playing Cards Against Humanity forty minutes from the nearest Catholic Church. I can tell you that I saw the face of God one summer in a forest shimmering with the lights of a thousand fireflies. 

I can also tell you that Archie, Em, and James are the hardest working people I have ever met in my life and that they have taught me more about anarchism through their selfless kindness than any dead Russian professor ever could. And I can tell you that I am not about to allow this dream to die without a fight.

We will rebuild Misfit Manor from these ashes, but we need your help. 

We have put together a pretty bare bones GoFundMe account, and we have managed to raise enough money on it to dig a new well and put in the basic electric infrastructure, but we still need a used single-wide trailer which will likely cost us at least another forty grand. We could also use some livestock, a couple shipping containers, and some solar panels so, I can't tell you exactly how much we're asking for, probably more than we'll ever get, but we have managed to make about twenty grand in donations of less than a thousand dollars so, please give anything and we will be beyond grateful, but the greatest thing you can give is to simply spread the word far and wide. 

Repost this article or the GoFundMe page attached anywhere and everywhere.

Please, help my family save our home and our dream of a Queer agrarian future amidst the ruins of a post-traumatic civilization. Help us save Misfit Manor.

Peace, Love & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs Influenced by This Post

* Come to God by Indigo De Souza

* Silent All These Years by Tori Amos

* Not by Big Thief

* Our Town by Iris DeMent

* All Apologies by Nirvana

* Ruined by Adrianne Lenker

* True Blue by Boygenius

* Mary by Big Thief

* Laughing With by Regina Spektor

* If I Ever Leave This World Alive by Flogging Molly

Queer Requiem for Another Black Assimilation Month

 If it's February, then some liberal white dude is probably telling you about Black history and he's probably totally missing the point, going on about how far someone else's people have come and how far the nation that brought them here in chains has come along with them. If it's March, then this pale-faced genderfuck bitch is probably just waking from a seasonal depression coma to chase liberal white dudes off her stoop with a broom and apologize to the neighborhood for the inconvenience.

The idea that any white person can tell you the meaning of Black history is cringe enough but the idea that any white institution can tell you the meaning of Black history is far worse, especially when that institution is part of the same big government-bigger business industrial complex that gave us white supremacy and its woke secular cousin, globalism in the first place.

Tragically, these are the powers that be who have largely hijacked Black History Month and transformed it into a celebration of historical and cultural assimilation into the white power hivemind. They do this by reducing legitimate Black radicals like Martin Luther King to passive kumbaya merchants that even unfiltered neo-Nazis like Donald Trump can pet and elevating darker skinned servants of white power like Barack Obama to the status of passive kumbaya merchants.

I would probably just tell these people to shut the fuck up and then recommend that my fellow white trash read and then reread the Autobiography of Malcolm X if it wasn't for the fact that I happen to be something of a stateless Queer nationalist and I can't ignore the fact that pissed-off Queer Black bitches are probably the only reason that my multi-ethnic tribe of misfit toys even exists. I also can't ignore that the long-unsung history of Black resistance to western assimilation strongly informs the very existence of the modern Queer construct.

Babylon needs an entire month to push Black assimilation because Black culture is largely defined by its resistance to assimilation. The evolution of the word 'Black' as a racial signifier in and of itself is a testament to this fact. What had originally been a color-coded construct designed to dehumanize the descendants of an entire continent into a single class of breathing property was reinvented into a war cry for tribal resistance. 

This shift began in the reefer hazed jazz gardens of the Harlem Renaissance but reached its zenith with the mid-sixties Black Power Movement when Stokely Carmicheal proclaimed that 'Black is beautiful' and insisted that his community adopt this former slur over more polite designations like 'negro' and 'colored' because Black was a word that highlighted what made them different and what made Black people different was precisely what made them so dangerous to the system that oppressed them, and this danger was also what made them powerful enough to resist it.

Queer folk were listening. In fact, Queer folk were part of the conversation. At the time we were a decidedly disjointed set of gender-non-conformists and sexual heretics largely disconnected from our ancient pagan roots. The only shield we had to hide behind was the so-called Homophile Movement; a handful of snappily dressed white gay men and cis-gender lesbians who mostly just sought to desexualize Queers entirely; dressing in prim, gender appropriate attire and holding quaint dances with the nine-inch rule in full affect, all in a desperate attempt to convince the Mengeles of the DSM to take us off their shit list of neurodivergent sub defectives.

Thankfully, this was all joyfully smashed to bits at Stonewall when a bunch of drag queens and bull dykes launched a fiery revolt against police brutality that ended with us literally chasing the pigs out of our gay ghetto in high-heels and steel-toe boots. It is no coincidence that the Stonewall Uprising was led by Black gender outlaws like Marsha P. Johnson, Miss Major and Storme DeLarverie either. 

Many of these mouthy, fist-swinging bitches were already veterans of the Civil Rights Movement and the organizations they formed when the smoke cleared openly rejected the assimilation of the stale, reformist Homophile Movement and openly embraced the model of guerilla organizing set by Black Panthers like Stokely, right down to the Ten-Point Programs adopted by STAR and the Gay Liberation Front.

It would take a couple more decades and the galvanizing collective trauma of surviving the AIDS Holocaust before we could unite beneath the title of 'Queer', but the idea was strikingly similar to that of 'Black'. We were a diverse people separated from the heathen tribes that once venerated our existence who now sought to form a new tribe united by our resistance to puritanical white hegemony.

From these battered bones we formed a new culture informed by the legacy of the ones we lost to mainstream Christianity. A vibrant and gawdy counterculture of underground raves, leather bars, bathhouses and all-ages punk shows. It was this counterculture that saved my life as a suicidal trans girl surrounded by pedophile priests and angry white boys with baseball bats.

I'm no fucking expert on the Black experience but this is what Black history means to me, and it has nothing to do with LBJ or Barack Obama. However, your average white person struggles to relate to Black history in any meaningful way because your average white person is largely divorced from their own culture by generations of unmodified whiteness.

'White' is another construct, invented to separate impoverished European servants and refugees from African Freemen after the two were caught burning down Jamestown together during Bacon's Rebellion. 'White culture' is essentially just a homogenized and now largely secularized adaptation of Anglo-Saxon Protestant puritanical culture. 

Your average Trump supporter wouldn't even be considered white when the classification was invented. The Irish, the Polish, the Greeks and Italians and Jews all had to earn their whiteness by abandoning those cultures and engaging in acts of brutality against tribes yet to be assimilated into the globalist hivemind of Western Civilization.

The best thing that white people can learn from Black history is how not to be white people and they can achieve this feat by building alternative tribal identities of their own defined by resisting assimilation into a rapidly deteriorating imperial order. This isn't easy but it also isn't nearly as hard as you might think. 

As I said above, Queer is a definitively multiethnic tribal designation and most of the members of my own Queer rural found family are also hillbillies; a derogatory term used by white elites to demonize the Celtic-blooded people of Appalachia who failed to assimilate to post-Civil War metropolitan monotony. Similarly, the term redneck was invented as a slur against Appalachian coal miners who dawned red bandanas around their necks on their way to shoot it out with Babylon at Blair Mountain. 

Call me presumptuous, but these feel like outlaw countercultures more than worthy of revival under an anti-white supremacist/anti-western context.

These countercultures also represent a disproportionate percentage of the foot soldiers of the MAGA movement aka a bunch of pissed-off poor people going to war for the white supremacists responsible for kicking their people in the gutter for generations. Instead of trying to teach these people that Black people are cool because they're just like 'everybody else', we should be pointing out that Black people are 'dangerous' because they're nothing like Wall Street and you can be too if you just realize that we all have one master and that our diversity is our greatest tool to break the chains that bind us all.

Black Power taught me how to be Queer. Maybe it can teach you how to be dangerous too, but you'll never learn that from some liberal white dude on PBS.

All power to all the outlaws.

Peace, Love & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs that Influenced this Post

* My Maker by Snail Mail

* Say It Loud - I'm Black and I'm Proud by James Brown

* I Know a Place by MUNA

* Ain't Misbehavin' by Hank Williams Jr.

* Attitude by Bad Brains

* The Girl Can't Help It by Little Richard

* A Boy Named Sue by Johnny Cash

* Trash by New York Dolls

* Kool Thing by Sonic Youth

* Claw Machine by Sloppy Jane

A Message to Valeria Chomsky from a 'Hysterical' Abused Woman

 I realized that there was something deeply terrifying about my body when I was two or three years old. I didn't exactly know that I was a girl, I just knew that something was profoundly wrong. I didn't have the words to convey these feelings, so I used that terrifying body instead; refusing to eat or drink what the people who insisted I was a boy told me to consume and resisting the toilet training that felt like attempts to govern the most terrifying parts of my anatomy. The adults weren't listening. They used violence to subdue me and after my parents and my preschool teachers had already put their hands on me in anger, it didn't feel like I had any right to refuse the Catholic priests that same privilege in lust.

I was five when I was raped and molested by two grown men and I told no one for decades because I believed at the time that these were just things adults did to children who didn't obey them and the weight of that revelation was simply so colossal that I repressed those traumatic memories until the willful disobedience of my gender transition dredged them back up like a wraith from the flooded sewars of my subconscious.

I don't like telling this story. I hate telling this story. I can literally feel their hands and teeth on my body when I do. But I find myself telling this story a lot because it seems to be the only way for me to get 'normal' people; the untouched masses, to comprehend the full scope of child abuse as a systemic issue. 

This is not something that happens because of a few bad apples in the bunch. Child abuse is frighteningly rampant even in a western society that bathes itself liberally in the shallow language of "universal human rights" because child abuse is a symptom of a culture that simultaneously celebrates its fealty to authoritarian institutions and these institutions very much include schools as well as churches, asylums, clinics and even universities. 

Any top-down system where authority is sanctified will be codified into an elite class afforded the ability to abuse those beneath them while fostering a culture of permanent bystanders actively choosing to look the other way between cocktails at bougie galas and board meetings.

I saw this happen at my smalltown Catholic school where parents and teachers were well aware of a growing sex abuse scandal but still chose to put their children in harm's way and defended the accused because doing otherwise would force them to confront the culpability of a system which they built their entire identity around. I also watched in disgust as this same scenario played out again at Penn State University, just a thirty-minute drive from the rectory where my childhood was ripped to ribbons.

Jerry Sandusky was just one man: a retired assistant coach for a beloved rural Pennsylvania college football dynasty. But he was afforded the ability to prey on scores of innocent young boys for decades by an entire community that looked the other way over and over again. This included Coach Joe Paterno who had learned of the abuse from an eyewitness a decade before it was finally exposed and may have even known as far back as the 70s but chose to alert only the men who paid his salary who chose to alert no one else. 

The people of Centre County know this story and an appalling percentage of them continue to defend and essentially worship Joe Paterno without comprehending that it was precisely this kind of cult of personality that gave people like Joe Paterno both the motive not to do the right thing and the belief that they could get away with it.

Sickeningly, this belief has been proven right. Decades after Paterno's death, his wife Sue is still considered to be a pillar of the community while stubbornly upholding her husband's non-existent honor and undeserved good name; declaring from on high that not only was her husband innocent but that he was a victim too; a feeble old demigod taken advantage of and unfairly pilloried for the crimes of another.   

I can't help but make the connection between Paterno and Noam Chomsky. Much like my often-repeated confession of abuse, I don't want to do this. In fact, I very deeply wish I didn't have to. I adored Chomsky growing up. I knew the man through his work as a tireless crusader for the voiceless and the disenfranchised. His writings strongly informed my own writings and beliefs. But his relationship with billionaire child sex trafficker Jeffrey Epstein has been exposed to be far more significant and far more sinister than a handful of chance encounters. 

Quite the contrary, Chomsky appears to have been complicit in a garish attempt to rehabilitate this man's flagging reputation in hopes of allowing him to get away with his sundry predations a second time. And once again, there is a line of well-intentioned, thoughtful people curling around the block, waiting on bated breath to make the same tired old excuses.

The really depressing thing is that these people are so punch drunk on their own idolatry that they fail to recognize that their excuses only further expose Chomsky's complicity along with their own and in no case is this more garish than the recent explanations given to the Associated Press by Chomsky's current wife Valeria, speaking on the professor's behalf while he convalesces in Brazil after a recent stroke. 

Valeria seems to be convinced that both her and her husband were somehow victims too of this man they spent years consorting with in the lap of luxury, speaking of being "encircled", "ensnared", and "manipulated", of "unknowingly... open(ing) a door to a Trojan horse." But her narrative very quickly disintegrates under basic water pressure.

Valeria admits that she and Noam met Epstein during an unspecified "professional event" in 2015, during which Jeffrey presented himself to them as a "philanthropist of sciences and a financial expert." Valeria also makes the absurd claim that she and her husband had absolutely no idea who this mysterious big shot in their midst was, claiming "most of the public- including Noam and I- was unaware" of Epstein's status as an untouchable convicted sex offender and that this only changed with the Miami Herald's damming report in 2018.

However, even I knew who Epstein was in 2015 because I read about him getting away with slavery in articles I read in the Guardian and Mother Jones; periodicals I followed in part because they published the work of Noam Chomsky. We are also supposed to believe that the Chomsky's schmoozed with fellow academics at the same "professional events" as this magic man with the deep pockets and that none of those notoriously chatty social vampires who attend these events made any mention of Epstein's well-known reputation as a bulletproof kiddie diddler.

But Valeria only digs the grave deeper by casually confessing to a lengthy globetrotting affair with this enigmatic gentleman suitor that is nonchalant to the point of almost comedic absurdity.

"We had lunch, at Epstein's ranch, once, in connection with a professional event, we attended dinners at his townhouse in Manhattan and stayed a few times in an apartment he offered when we visited New York City. We also visited Epstein's Paris apartment one afternoon for the occasion of a work trip. In all cases, these visits were related to Noam's professional commitments..." 

You see, no big deal, just a couple trips around the world on this anonymous emperor's private zeppelin and a gentle horse ride across the white shores of Bora Bora. Normal proletarian stuff, all strictly revolutionary. During which we are supposed to believe that neither Chomsky bothered to so much as even Google the name of this billionaire who opened the doors to all his mansions across the globe to them. 

Valeria is essentially making the argument that she and her husband are fucking morons. I'm sorry, but I have no other word for this. Only two kinds of people accept these kinds of gifts without question: literal children and people who have chosen a life of willful ignorance amongst the kinds of monied elites who lurk amidst the "professional events" of Ivy League schools, and we know the Chomsky's aren't children.

However, the most despicable thing about Valeria's thinly veiled attempt to defend her husband's long running international affair with a well-known pedophile had to be her attempt to excuse the emails Noam made to Jeffrey Epstein well after the Miami Herald story supposedly woke them from their slumber; advice the professor gave the pedophile regarding the crimes he had apparently spent four years totally oblivious to. 

Valeria commands us to read this exchange "in context" before reiterating her husband's long-standing support for "gender equity and women's rights" and informing us that "Epstein created a manipulative narrative about this case, which Noam, in good faith, believed in."

To quote Noam Chomsky word for word in this email exchange with Jeffrey Epstein: "I've watched the horrible way you are being treated in the press and public. It's painful to say but I think the best way to proceed is to ignore it... that's particularly true now with the hysteria that has developed about the abuse of women, which has reached the point that even questioning a critique is a crime worse than murder."

What context, Valeria? In what context is it acceptable to call the victims of sexual violence hysterical in a conversation in which said accusers were literally children? How are you and your husband still the victims here? 

For the record, I don't believe your husband to be a sexual predator any more than I believe Joe Paterno or Pope Benedict to be. I believe that you and your husband are examples of the depths that money and prestige can reduce even brilliant people to. You allowed a monster to dazzle you with shiny things and now you want my sympathy because finally you have suffered too. 

To which my only response is 'fuck you' and 'feel my pain.' Feel their pain. Thousands of them.

My sympathy is reserved for your gentleman caller's 'hysterical' victims who continue to be undermined by a federal government who refused to defend them, in part because of the culture of blind elitism that you and your husband have found yourselves servants to in the pathetic autumn of an otherwise commendable existence.

You can stop digging with your shallow little words now, Valeria. You and your husband's palatial grave is deep enough already. 

Piss, Blood & Hysteria- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs that Influenced this Post

* You're So Vain by Carly Simon

* Hurt by Nine Inch Nails

* Lightning Man by Nitzer Ebb

* Shark Smile by Big Thief

* Rape Me by Nirvana

* Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers

* Bruised Violet by Babes in Toyland

* The Captain by Kacey Chambers

It's the Epstein Files, Stupid: Using Empire to Distract from Vice

 One might be forgiven for assuming that the man in the White House is a lunatic and Donald J. Trump certainly couldn't be confused with the picture of mental health by anyone with half of a functioning brain in their skull. The man's pathological ego appears to make him capable of literally believing his own lies with the truth standing naked in front of him, he has been credibly accused of more sex crimes than Albert Fish, and he seems to use the Executive Office as a giant hammer to throw homicidal temper tantrums with. 

The last several months alone of Orange Man Mad's second reign of terror feel a bit like an amphetamine blur of seemingly random war crimes and increasingly dictatorial outbursts. But as tempting as it might be to write all this mayhem off as pure and unadulterated lunacy, I do believe that there is a method to the madness, in fact, there is probably more than one.

Everything that Trump has been pushing at a manic pace this winter holds a place on the deep state's to-do-list. With the American Empire's finances and international reputation in tatters from decades of post-Cold War imperial overreach, the mandarins-at-be have been left with little option other than to refocus their war mongering endeavors on our own long neglected hemisphere with a new Monroe Doctrine while using their phalanx of nebulous forever wars on drugs and terror to consolidate their position domestically and keep an increasingly restless population in line.

All of this makes perfectly rational sense when you read the tea leaves carefully. What feels positively mad however is the pace and downright slap-dash delivery in which the Trump junta is carrying out such edicts. It feels as if Billy Burroughs took a deep hit off the opium pipe and then cut up the master plan with a big pair of scissors before haphazardly tossing the pieces together in random order. The only way to truly make sense of such harrowing disaster porn is to remember that nothing is ever truly random and attempt to read between the headlines in search of a recurring theme. Thus, amidst the madness, I myself have taken a long glance at Donald Trump's Washington Interzone and this is the narrative that I've detected.

After months of empty promises to the toxic online manosphere largely responsible for the Donald's post-January 6 rehabilitation, the fact finally became inescapable even for the most heavily deluded of MAGAloids that their hero was indeed the dog who didn't bark and he wasn't about to release the Epstein Files that prove it. Trump, misdiagnosing this flip flop as just another in a long line of broken campaign promises, essentially told his personality cult to chill the fuck out and get over it. This is when Trump's approval ratings cratered and the people he had storm the Capitol began to call for his combover. 

And then Donald Trump began bombing dinghies in the Caribbean before pounding his chest over the footage of these war crimes on live television while barking "I am not a pedophile!" And then he kidnapped some other broken democracy's greaseball strongman in a highly choreographed reenactment of Apocalypse Now before declaring that nation's oil to be American property and barking "I am not a pedophile!" And then he launched a military style invasion of the most annoyingly polite city in America with his orange guard of poorly trained federal goons tipping over small business' in search of mythical Somalian kidney thieves while declaring the government's inalienable right to shoot lesbian soccer moms in the face and once again barking "I am not a pedophile!"

Are we detecting a theme here? Is our cut-rate Ceasar's unconscious perhaps coming in a little more consciously? Donald Trump spent 15 years palling around Manhattan and Palm Beach with the world's most notorious child sex trafficker. What the fuck did you think they were doing between rails of blow? Collecting stamps? The Orange Bastard is already a well-recorded sexual predator in his own right. All the young bros cheered when he bragged about grabbing em by the pussy. He didn't take the time to get their consent, why would he check their IDs?

I know a thing or two about sexual predators. I learned the hard way by getting preyed on by them as a parochial concubine in the Pennsylvania Catholic school system at a time when that institution had essentially been converted into an open-air marketplace for any fiend with a white collar and a skip in his step. These motherfuckers don't care about sex; they care about power. That's their kink. Most of them aren't even into kids; they just like the thrill of obliterating something so helpless, and when they work in teams, and they often do, they take turns upping the ante; challenging each other to greater depths of depravity, and pretty soon the 17-year-olds become 14-year-olds and the rape becomes pedophilia.

But even pedophiles hate being called pedophiles because it is a word synonymous even in the underworld with 'bottom feeder.' So, Trump is doing everything in his frightening power to change the conversation to quite literally anything else while his cronies in the Department of Justice play games with the files he finally agreed to release upon threat of mutiny. 

Only half of the six million relevant files in the DOJ's possession have been released and they were released weeks past the congressionally obligated deadline with hundreds of thousands of pages still redacted, much of which was scrubbed clean by the FBI back in March of 2025.

However, even censored, these pages contain damming information about the wealthiest and most powerful men on earth canoodling with a Mossad connected convicted sex offender. We have Trump's biggest financier, Elon Musk, begging this cockroach for an invite to his notorious island lair. We have Donald Trump's Commerce Secretary, Howard Lutnick, making dinner plans in the Caribbean with the pervert in 2012 with his underage children in tow. We have Qatari sultans trolling for literal torture porn. And we have an unknown Epstein victim telling the FBI about being given a guided tour of Mar-a-Lago by the dog who didn't bark and his master.

People are going to tell you that all of this shit is just a distraction from bigger issues, but the moral rot of our sainted elites has historically gone hand in hand with the rapid decline of their gilded empires as their crimes against humanity in the Third World are increasingly dragged back home to their boudoirs. People are also going to tell you that the disproportionate right-wing fury over the Epstein Files is just more proof that MAGA doesn't give a fuck about brown people and they won't be wrong.

But even the Aryan Brotherhood draws the line on pedophiles, and if we are going to bring our perverted Duce down, we are going to have to destroy the cult of personality he uses to manipulate rural poor people in my red neck of the woods.

We as a country also need to face the fact that rape culture is a menace infecting western society and that its source is not pornography or gangsta rap or even sexism. The source of this systemic wave of elite extracurricular violence is institutional power itself, in all of its forms, from the Nuclear Family to the White House.

We can take aim at both of these targets at once if we simply release all of the files unredacted directly to the public and use them for kinder in a bonfire that begins at the White House and ends on Wall Street.

No more excuses. No more half measures. No more victims. Only survivors with torches. That's how we make America fucking great again. That's how we make America fucking break again.

Peace, Love & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs that Inspired this Post

* Garbage Man by Hole

* Drunken Butterfly by Sonic Youth

* T & A by Blondeshell

* Aneurysm by Nirvana

* Cake & Sodomy by Marilyn Manson

* Shove by L7

* Pretty Vacant by Sex Pistols

* 100% by Sonic Youth 

* Salad by Blondeshell

* Hug of Thunder by Broken Social Scene

From Greenland to the Great Lakes, Secession is Our Best Hope for Escaping Tyranny

 "We will have everything we want; we're getting everything we want, at no cost!" the President of Babylon barked triumphantly over his latest diplomatic conquest in Greenland. After weeks of mounting tensions between our dear leader and his on-again-off-again rivals in the EU over which member of the country club should get to stick their flag in that rapidly thawing colony, a beautiful "framework" was announced from some bulletproof ski lodge in Davos. Trump declared the agreement to be a complete and total success for his open conspiracy to conquer the Arctic and as usual our cut-rate Bonaparte was completely full of shit but also kind of right.

The grand framework he keeps belching about was a deal offered to him by NATO Secretary Mark Rutte that promises to give the US total sovereignty over small but expandable portions of Greenland for the purpose of building Arctic military bases. This is indeed a sickening gift to the American war machine, but it was one already given to us back in 1951 with a bilateral defense agreement that pretty much gave America the divine right to build bases wherever the fuck they wanted on that desolate island and use them for pretty much anything we wanted to do, and I do mean anything. The US spent most of the Cold War stashing thermonuclear warheads in Greenland without any of the local's knowledge or consent. But I digress

Long story short, a bunch of nervous NATO Eurocrats gave the Donald the slip by regifting him a 75-year-old deal and Trump grabbed this silly hand-me-down trophy and took a victory lap while chanting "I am not a pedophile!" over and over again to his dwindling MAGA faithful. All stupidity aside though, a far sadder reality here lost on most international observers is that Donald Trump didn't need to colonize Greenland because Europe had already colonized it for him. 

Denmark stole that Inuit territory back in the 16th century and America helped them hold on to it when the Danes were briefly colonized by the Nazis in the early 1940s. As one of the founding charter members of NATO, the tiny Nordic Kingdom then allowed the American empire to turn the island into a gigantic military base that once housed as many as 6,000 American troops at a time when Greenland's native population was only about 20,0000, forcibly displacing entire villages to make way for their doomsday devices in the process.

The people of Greenland have been fighting for their sovereignty from both Europe and their NATO-American overlords for generations, finally achieving home rule in 1979, voting to withdraw from the EU in 1985, and expanding home rule to a self-government agreement with a window to complete independence in 2009. This is what the actual people of Greenland overwhelmingly support; to be free of pompous white assholes from both sides of the Atlantic along with their toxic waste and petty pissing matches. 

But Denmark, dear tolerant socialist Denmark, continues to hold Greenland's local government hostage with a 5 billion Kroner block grant that funds nearly all of their public services with the unspoken threat being that full independence would mean economic devastation.

And these are the fine gangsters draping themselves in Greenland's flag and singing "hands off" from the bougie boulevards of Copenhagen. The truth only spoken between verses is that the Danes welcome any white men with guns to the island, so long as they don't make a big show about it, because any sane native would cut the first deal they could get from China to be rid of them all. And as America sinks deeper and deeper into our own debt besotted Chinese money-pit, we have increasingly been reduced to little more than white men with guns.

Greenland's seemingly inescapable fate, to be reduced to the polluted military playground of an increasingly belligerent American empire is tragic but perhaps the most tragic thing about the whole predicament is that this diplomatically toxic arrangement isn't even particularly unusual. As grotesque as Donald Trump may be, he is far from the first American strongman to rape internationally ill-defined soil with climate torching military hardware. It's actually kind of an American tradition and it didn't stop with Geronimo either. Manifest Destiny aside, this is how our nation acquired its 49th and 50th states. 

Like Greenland, both Hawaii and Alaska are overwhelmingly indigenous territories who have been fighting losing battles to free themselves from a hellish existence as glorified military bases for generations.

America bought Alaska from its previous conquistadors across the Bearing Strait in Tsarist Russia in 1867 and immediately placed its people under military rule for over a decade, during which the US Army and Navy were used to shell Tlingit villages, like Angoon in 1882, when they refused to be assimilated by bayonets alone. The end result wasn't just Alaska's forced statehood; it's the ongoing military occupation of sacred northern indigenous lands by over 22,000 American troops along with the ecological devastation of this soil by massive imperial infrastructure projects like HAARP and the Alaska-Canada Military Highway.

America couldn't quite buy off the Kingdom of Hawaii, so we orchestrated a coup in 1893 followed by annexation in 1898 instead, with turning Pearl Harbor into the tip of the spear for expanding Manifest Destiny to the Pacific Ocean as the primary goal. Now, the US Military occupies over 200,000 acres of "ceded lands" on the islands including 22% of the Island of Oahu. As if mere conquest weren't enough, the ecological devastation done by our forces and their allies in the fruit plantation industry has turned large swaths of paradise into an open-air fire trap primed for climate change facilitated devastation the likes of which we all bore witness to in Maui just a few years back.

Sadly, this kind of post-colonial ecocidal devastation didn't end in 1959 and wasn't limited to one hemisphere either. The American Military has also similarly taken over raping and pillaging duties from Japan in the former Ryukyu Kingdom more commonly known as Okinawa. 

Japan has been savaging these people since the Satsuma Clan invaded in 1609, but the US took charge after the Battle of Okinawa in which over 200,000 were slaughtered by both sides including a sizable population of civilian human shields that neither side seemed particularly shy about torching alive. With the former Empire of Japan's consent, the US seized 25% of Ryukyu's territory for military bases, forcibly displacing about 250,000 locals in the process in order to house over 26,000 US Military personnel who quickly busied themselves raping teenagers, running over children with their trucks, and devastating the Islands' ancient fishing and farming industries.

In all of these lands the natives continue to struggle for self-rule but remain unrecognized by a world governed by globalist superstructures like the US, the EU, NATO, and the UN who define sovereignty based exclusively on the propertarian rule of the Westphalian system; a Eurocentric construct extended globally through colonialism in which only western style nation states with rigid borders and legally codified hierarchies are granted sovereignty. This leviathan continues to expand to this day, with the so-called "international community" waging war against regions like Somalia and New Guinea for the simple reason that they remain unruled by any single monopoly on the use of force.

And as the Western World continues its Spenglerian decline these colonialist tactics are increasingly being turned inward on modern city states like Minneapolis and Barcelona that simply refuse to forfeit local sovereignty to governments that their communities did not vote for and to a federal rule which they do not consent to. 

I strongly believe that the solution for all of us is to embrace a framework that recognizes communities as sovereign organisms regardless of borders and recognizes secession as a basic human right. In order to achieve this, we will likely require a coalition similar to that of the Non-Aligned Movement formed by former colonies that found themselves with increased autonomy after the collapse of the old European empires in the Second World War.

Their goal was similar to that of the unrecognized nations of Greenland, Alaska, Ryukyu, and Hawaii; to remain independent and neutral during a time of violently shifting global alliances. They also share the same hidden strength held by all colonized people. They occupy space of strategic importance which is the reason why they were colonized in the first place. Alone, territories like Greenland and Ryukyu seem insignificant but they have been carefully developed into geostrategic chokepoints necessary for global governance and if they can cooperate with each other then they can quite easily hamstring American primacy while it reaches the apex of its decline.

Can you imagine an American empire with zero ability to command over the Indo-Pacific or the Arctic? I can and it's a crippled fiefdom stretched too thin to govern Minneapolis or Portland or my girlfriend's trailer park for that matter. It's a recipe for a new world order freed from the restraints of the Westphalian trap and it's one I welcome for my own obscure corner of the map and yours. 

How about you?

Peace, Love, & Empathy- Nicky/CH 

Soundtrack: Songs That Influenced This Post

*  Lexicon Devil by the Germs

*  The Denial Twist by the White Stripes

* Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division

* Home by Now by MUNA

* Sex Bomb by Flipper

* The Wrong Year by the Decemberists

* The Money Will Roll Right In by Fang

* Anything But Me by MUNA

* Shitty Ballet by Bleached

* Free Now by Gracie Abrahams

We All Need to Have a Serious Conversation About Revolution

 Well, it's official dearest motherfuckers, America has become the world's largest third world dictatorship. If the first two months of 2026 don't prove this to you with flying colors than I'm terrified to ask what will. Since Christmas, Donald Trump has been swinging the Executive Office high above his head like some sick orange Gogo Yubari with a White House shaped meteor hammer, decapitating everything in sight.

He has kidnapped another nation's strongman and held what's left of his regime hostage for their entire oil industry like some God sized Baby Face Nelson. He has bluntly demanded that Europe hand over Greenland like a lunchroom dessert and threatened to just run it over with his bike if they refuse. 

He has also turned an entire department of the federal government into his own private paramilitario that raids American cities like masked Mongol hordes and leaves poorly trained, twenty-year old trolls to police the streets with machine guns and videogame sadism.

With each one of these blatantly desperate stunts Donald Trump seems to be pushing the envelope of acceptable statecraft just a little further, testing both America's and the world's tolerance for increasingly obscene violations of international and constitutional law while pushing us all a little closer to Brave New World territory each and every time he gets away with it, and he just keeps getting away with it.

The problem is that every institution of power hypothetically capable of reigning in this unhinged imbecile was designed by the very system he finds himself in charge of for the express purpose of making that system unaccountable to any power above capital and now, a rogue section of capital in this country has recklessly decided to bet the house during apocalyptic times on the whims of said unhinged imbecile who also happens to possess a ferociously ignorant and populist-flavored cult of personality.

And thus, your favorite humble contrarian muckraker finds herself in the uncomfortable position of conferring with the Never Trumpers and Always Demers, that one Donald J. Trump is indeed the reincarnation of Adolf Hitler, and we are all very seriously fucked. It's not as if I didn't see this coming. I have been ranting for years about the inevitable collapse of Pax Americana's New Rome. Any system of power massive enough to govern the globe from the barrel of an ICBM is inherently unsustainable and naked despotism has historically been the last resort of collapsing empires. 

I just didn't see it all coming down so quickly and I definitely didn't see a verbally incontinent, reality television rapist being the Sith lord capable of steering Helter Skelter into the sun... but here we are now, entertain us...

Having belched that barrage of coprolalia into the void, the real question we all need to be asking right now is what the fuck are we going to do about it. A pretty good portion of humanity clearly seems to recognize that we are gazing into the abyss at the moment but how exactly do we turn this ship around from the brink of oblivion? 

Every shitlib and his neocon cousin is going to tell me to get out and vote, but we've tried that already. In fact, we've been trying that since King George, voting for every savior one side or the other has thrown at us from Jefferson to Kennedy and they have all led us here. 

With a lecherous, syphilitic baboon in office, only electable by the fact that lesser evil liberal democracy has chased us down a rabbit hole where your average Democrat is now to the left of Richard Nixon and your average Republican salutes a Manhattan national socialite who treats tax dollars the way Tony Soprano treats pocket change at the racetrack.

Third parties are all fine and good. I'm a registered Libertarian who voted for Jill Stein twice. But let's face it, the entire electoral system in this nation is corrupt beyond repair. Just look at the way they screwed Ron Paul and Bernie Sanders in the Primaries just for using the talking points of third-party candidates. The sick, sad and depressingly sick reality here is that America did not become this fucked up yesterday. 

It has been a long, excruciating process that began with a bunch of genocidal slave rapists in white whigs calling their runaway apartheid colony a democracy and ended with happy shiny people like Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton holding hands and endowing the Executive Office with the powers of Ozymandias before discrediting anything to the left of Satan by draping globalism in a rainbow flag and singing kumbaya while throwing babies into the fires of Palestine.

At some point we all have to address the colossal elephant in the room. That which is unspeakable in politically correct quarters. At some point somebody has to say the word 'revolution' and I'm not talking about some commie-scented air-freshener for a champaign socialist candidacy in SOHO. I am talking in no uncertain terms about all of us putting our partisan tribalism aside and doing what I think we all know needs to be done. I am talking about having a serious and ongoing conversation about overthrowing the government of the United States of America.

I know, we could all go on some Palantir kill list just for thinking such heresy out loud but at the end of the day there is no polite way to do this. Our government is fucking evil and it needs to go.

This doesn't have to mean some epic bloodbath; however, I do feel obliged by reality to alert you that we're already in some epic bloodbath as we speak and being polite doesn't seem to be doing anyone any favors. With that being said, the success rate of a bunch of bros with Kalashnikovs toppling the king isn't much higher than getting the ghost of Eugene Debs in the Supreme Court, and even in the best-case scenario, it has a tendency of merely replacing butchers with slightly more diverse butchers. 

Don't get me wrong, any form of substantial revolutionary change is going to be an uphill battle that probably includes some actual fucking battle, but I don't think coming in shooting is a very productive or moral way to start.

The powerful have worked very hard over the centuries to associate the word revolution exclusively with wanton acts of bloodshed but there is more than one way to skin a state. 

The general strike comes to mind. Under such a scenario, a broad coalition of workers would organize and essentially agree to cease all economic activity, including working, thus shutting down the economy until their demands are met. This tactic has been gaining more and more steam among left-wing laborers attempting to force the goons of ICE from their cities. 

However, while the general strike seems to have widespread appeal among the rank and file, the major unions themselves have become too corrupted by the two-party plutocracy to do anything but dump cold water on the fire. For any major strike to be truly revolutionary it would have to be done wildcat style without even consulting union leadership beyond letting them know that it's on whether they like it or not. It would also need to be done with a single demand front and center and that demand is the full and immediate removal of the current regime in charge of the Executive Office along with the dissolution of that office itself.

The First Russian Revolution of 1905 was largely fought this way and though it ended in bloodshed, it also left the Czar in a weak enough position to make a Second Russian Revolution downright inevitable.

And the general strike can be taken to the next level with a mass unarmed occupation of the location of the seat of power itself. This was attempted with the anti-Vietnam war protests of May Day 1971 in which about 15,000 protestors flooded the streets of Washington DC, blocking major intersections and bridges under the slogan "If the government won't stop the war, we'll stop the government."

Most modern historians now claim it failed to achieve anything other than affecting the largest arrest for civil disobedience in US history with local, state, and federal officers dragging away over 12,000 shaggy haired participants. However, then-CIA Director Richard Helms has admitted that the spectacle delivered a devastating blow to the Nixon Administration's credibility, softening them up for the upheaval of Watergate, and we now know that similar protests led by GIs in barracks across the globe inspired the Pentagon to pull the plug on Vietnam less than two years later. 

More recently, we also saw how easy it was for Donald Trump to manipulate a pack of poorly armed diabetic boomers to take the Capitol on January 6. I've long joked that if that mutiny were thrown by a bunch of anarchists, they would still be smoking dope and playing hacky sack in the Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone as we speak. 

All these things considered however, I personally do not hold a great deal of hope for any of these tactics leading to anything more substantial than regime change and as I stated earlier, our problems as a country are far greater than any single regime.

This is why I have come to favor agorism; Samuel Edward Konkin's tactic of taking the entire economy off the grid by expanding the black and grey markets into a vast and diverse counter-economy of alternative currencies, barter systems, and mutual aid societies that simultaneously creates a viable alternative to the corporate state system while also starving it of its revenue. This also helps to answer the biggest question that plagues every revolution; what's next?

What we need now is much bigger than any single revolutionary act or even any single revolutionary movement. What we need is a revolutionary mindset. To get 'we the people' to completely rethink the way we approach power itself. I am still a strong supporter of democracy, but I tend to believe that the only truly democratic system of governance is that of the direct democracy, specifically of the consensus variety. The fact that this only works on a small scale is perfectly natural considering that nothing really works on a large scale and in here lies the crux of our current predicament.

America itself is a construct that is inherently unsustainable as well as inherently incompatible with democracy as anything but an empty slogan to commit war crimes under. The leviathan must be broken down into autonomous sized pieces, into self-sustaining communes, collectives, and polities. The American people will never truly know freedom until they accept these basic facts and begin building real existing democracies within the shell of Ozymandias. That way, once that colossus finally is overthrown, there won't even be a need to replace it. A thousand little democracies will already be there ready to bloom through the cracks of the ruins.

And that is true revolution, dearest motherfuckers, we may just need to remove another Czar to give us a little more time to build it under weaker despots and that is the dangerous conversation I am attempting to start right now. Please, don't shoot the messenger three times in the face, I get enough of that shit from my own government.

Peace, Love & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs to Influence a Revolution

* Ex Lion Tamer by Wire

* Bad Mouth by Fugazi

* Volunteers by Jefferson Airplane

* Sepsis by Blondshell

* Smells Like Teen Spirit by Tori Amos

* Helter Skelter by the Beatles

* Can You Read My Mind by the Killers

* Awful by Hole

* Elevate Me Later by Pavement

* Dig Me Out by Sleater-Kinney