Europe Has Become an American Colony in Revolt

 Paris is burning again but this time the fire is spreading and it's spreading fast. What ostensibly began as the latest upheaval in a long, proud tradition of Parisian student uprisings has exploded into a human inferno scorching every corner of the European map. 

From Belgium to Albania, from Ireland to Greece, 120,000 kids in thirty cities across Germany, 150,000 in tiny Serbia, nearly a million now back in France. They're torching the Hotel de Ville in Paris, they're storming the Chamber of Deputies in Prague, and it's still spreading. Italy, Portugal, Spain, Austria, Lithuania... the orange glow of a thousand dumpster fires stretches out past the horizon, farther than any human eye can see.

While America keeps its subjects busy with make-believe democracy at the ballot box, the kids in Europe are fucking around with the real thing in the streets and I can't be the only stateside anarchist who wants a taste of the uncut stuff.

The politicians and the media, both here and over there, are giving themselves a hernia trying to wrestle the narrative of the largest protests Europe has seen in generations into something they can control and something they can control you with. They will all try and sell you on the notion that this is a left-right thing, whether it's another Putinist conspiracy against liberal democracy or some kind of sharia refugee riot. 

France's snooty, nepo baby princeling, Emanuel Macron appears to have thrown in his lot with his frenemies on the far-right and embraced the notion of this all being the work of some kind of professional Bolshevik vanguard with foot soldiers ready to be deployed by George Soros to any given village at any given minute.

Such primetime ready fairy tales may make it easier for Macron to sell a Vichy style police state to pearl-clutching Parisian debutantes in axolotl skin coats at the Louvre, but reality is way more complicated than propaganda. This thing began with high school students marching out of their overcrowded classrooms and into the streets over the subhuman living standards in the compulsory institutions of one of the wealthiest nations on earth, and we're not talking about a shortage of number 2 pencils here either. We're talking about dilapidated classrooms packed to the rafters with zero air conditioning in 104-degree heat.

So, the kids filled the city streets and set up blockades, but things didn't really kick off until Macron sicked the pigs on them, using barely less-than-lethal military technology on unarmed teenagers and then hauling them off, bloody and mauled, in mass arrests by the thousands. This gestapo response infuriated the French people and was rightly condemned by everyone from Amnesty International to Human Rights Watch. It was also the last straw of many that brought a country pushed too far by austerity and forever wars into the streets with their children. 

This included the populist and distinctly non-partisan Yellow Vest Movement, who mobilized workers and farmers across the country and nearly doubled the marching population from a few hundred thousand students to nearly one million pissed off poor people of all ages.

Vampires like Marine Le Pen and her gruesome ilk back at Fox News are trying to blame this whole thing on wild barbarian refugees from the darker nations, but even their target demographic isn't buying this bill of goods. That's because what the students and Yellow Vests are really jacked about is the cost of living exploding in the first world while their leaders get rich bombing the rest of the planet to fucking bits, and this is the reality the elites across the west are desperately trying to cover up. 

What's torching the streets of Europe right now is a fundamentally anti-imperialist uprising. Ageing skinheads are joining Arab kids in lighting cop cars on fire from Belfast to the Balkans because that continent has become a morally and fiscally bankrupt vassal state of Pax Americana.

This thing didn't even begin in France. Albania's Flamingo Revolution goes back to February and was tipped off by its austerity pimping government selling a nature preserve called Sazan Island to Donald Trump's Zionist son-in-law, Jared Kushner so he could turn it into another fucking golf course for over-privileged pedophiles. Germany's rapidly expanding student movement goes back even further to 2025 and was sparked by the Bundestag's open plot to reinstate the draft while Germany became the largest European military supporter of the NATO proxy war in Ukraine and housed tens of thousands of American shock troops bound for Iran.

This is where the fucking refugees come from. They are waves of pissed off students and working-class men fleeing the warzones America assigns Europe through its overwhelmingly American staffed occupying force in NATO, and this is the fundamental truth that all Europeans need to accept if they ever want their countries back. 

Europe as we know it is every bit as colonized by the United States and its corporate quislings in Belgium and Germany as America once was by the Redcoats, and the so-called European Union is a part of the occupation.

Some of this is just karma. Western Europe had hosted the world's most murderous rogue's gallery of colonialist fiefdoms for centuries, going back to Rome. These are the ghouls who invented white supremacy to enslave entire continents and simply slaughtered every man, woman, and child in others to make room for the plantations. America is the Antichrist birthed by the British Crown and rendered a sovereign mercenary state with the assistance of the enlightened French aristocracy. 

We only reached global empire status during World War 1 by breaking the stalemate between the old empires of the United Kingdom, Germany, Austria-Hungary, and Russia as they gnawed on each other's throats, before quickening their collapse with wartime loans and redrawn borders that shifted the balance of global financial power to American banks and made a second world war all but inevitable.

The evils of the Axis Powers were the last desperate attempt by the old empires of Central and Southern Europe to revive their former glory with the gory super-statism of fascism. America let the fire burn until a Soviet victory became inevitable and then swooped in at the last minute to decapitate the fascist leadership before hiring much of their rank and file to run a newly colonized European continent. 

The US dumped $13 billion dollars in aid onto the ruins of their former masters, but every dollar came with conditions that cost the people of Europe another strip of their sovereignty. The excuse was protecting the post-fash fatherland from communism, but this was always just an excuse. 

The Soviet Union was in literal shambles after Operation Barbarossa. Stalin was a monster who couldn't afford global domination so, he embraced nationalism at the Comintern and proposed neutrality pretty much everywhere else. America rejected the offer at every turn. NATO was officially formed in 1949 but the OSS (soon to become the CIA) began America's stay-behind mission known as Operation Gladio before the war had even ended. 

Declassified documents show America propping up fascists in Greece in 1945, fixing Italy's national elections in 1948, and giving Western Germany similar treatment during their federal elections in 1953. The Soviets actually offered to join NATO in 1954 and only formed the Warsaw Pact in 1955 after the US remilitarized Western Germany and assimilated Bonn into NATO instead of Moscow.

Meanwhile, the movement to integrate Europe into a single, western/northern dominated economy developed in tandem with NATO and Gladio, with the United States covertly funding European federalist movements to the tune of $4 million dollars between 1949 and 1960 alone. 

The European Union developed out of American front groups like the European Movement, with its early integrationist precursors like the European Coal and Steel Community explicitly advocating leaving defense up to NATO which would afford America the ability to maintain 31 permanent bases and 18 additional forward sites across Europe with an occupying force of over 80,000 soldiers.

Out of the 32 current NATO members and the 27 members of the EU, 23 belong to both, and while Donald Trump and Emanuel Macron feign rivalry for the fed-up populists back home, the two organizations they rep continue to spread and integrate, with the EU and NATO explicitly recognizing the other in separate 2022 "strategic concepts" as essential, mutually reinforcing partners.

In layman's terms, it's a fucking trap and one the size of an entire continent.

So, Europe is pissed and Europe deserves to be pissed, but they will remain slaves to the Atlantic-Zionist elite until they drop their colonialist posture towards the third world and its refugees and accept that they are all victims of the same leviathan. When I see Yellow Vests marching beneath Palestinian flags on the smoldering ruins of dead empires, I am joyfully scarred by a sliver of hope that such a populist conspiracy against a new generation of technofascism is more than just an anarchist daydream... 

But only the streets can prove me right.

What more can I say...?

I pray for fire. I pray for democracy.

Peace, Love, & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Playlist: Songs that Influenced this Post

*  Always Crashing the Same Car by David Bowie

*  Heads Will Roll by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

*  Serve the People by Handsome Furs

*  Common People by Pulp

*  Radio Free Europe by REM

*  Love Goes Home to Paris in the Spring by the Magnetic Fields

*  Children of the Revolution by T. Rex

*  Shoplifters of the World Unite by the Smiths

*  Teenage Riot by Sonic Youth

*  The Drowners by Suede

My Life in a Skull of Ghosts: Confessions of a Traumagenic Tulpamancer

 Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Agnes who no one could hear. Everyone around her, including her own parents, insisted that she was a boy and no matter how loud Agnes yelled "No!" they couldn't seem to hear her. They would say ""He" is just being childish, "He" is just having another fit, "He" is just being emotional..." But nobody would simply take the time to listen to what She had to say. They couldn't hear her because they refused to listen and they only saw what they wanted to see.

So, Agnes got mad. Agnes acted out. Agnes made a mess and broke things and did everything she could to make a sound until she managed to make a racket. She refused to allow all the adults around her to tell her who she was, and she refused to be ignored.

Finally, one day, somebody did seem to hear Agnes. Somebody very, very bad. A young Catholic priest interrupted one of Agnes' desperate tantrums at her parochial pre-school and heard a child just angry and confused enough for him to take advantage of without anyone available to hear her scream "No!" over and over again. So, that's just what the priest did. He and another priest did horrible things to little Agnes. They touched her and forced her to do horrible things to them. She begged them to stop. She begged for her parents, for anyone, to save her. But no one could hear Agnes, even when she screamed.

It was then that being a child no one but the priests could hear simply became too dangerous and terrifying for Agnes to bare. So, she made herself disappear, Agnes became a ghost trapped inside her own body. Agnes became a ghost trapped inside my body.

After being molested and raped at the age of five while struggling to tell the world around me that I was a girl trapped inside a boy's body, I not only blacked out any memory of the abuse for decades, I blacked out entire portions of myself along with it. But those portions didn't go away. They became what are commonly referred to as dissociative identities; multiple independent and autonomous individuals who just happen to share the same skull. Most of them stayed dormant for a long time but not Agnes. 

Agnes was who I was on the inside before the abuse, before being me became just too painful to consciously bare, and she has haunted me throughout my life, with terrifying flashbacks and a deep sense of guilt over some confusing notion that I had left something or someone behind.

For a long time, I didn't know what she was. I would get repeated waking visions of a little girl in pigtails and a black velvet party dress smashing all the stained-glass windows in my church. I took to calling her the little girl with the hammer, but it was only when I gave her the name Agnes and decided to listen to what she had to say that she began talking back to me, which quickly led to her involuntarily taking over my body and giving me access to all the horrible secrets from my blurry childhood that she had kept for decades.

Three more alternate personalities or alters followed her; Max, Ophelia, and Mona; each with their own stories to tell. Now, I can hear them in my mind like the voices of other people. I can visualize them and project them like invisible friends around me. And when one or more of them gets triggered, they take control of my body while I become a silent passenger observing from the backseat of my skull.

Modern western medicine calls this a mental illness. The technical diagnosis that I've been given is 'otherwise specified dissociative identity disorder.' Many modern western Christian churches would likely accuse me of being possessed by the devil and considering the seizures and uncontrollable spinal spasms I experience under the influence of Ophelia, it can look a bit like The Exorcist. But neither one of these interpretations really does me or my alters anything resembling justice.

Pre-colonial cultures and some of the more subaltern schools of the occult out west have a somewhat more expansive and enlightened take on this state of plurality. From Southeast Asia to the Caribbean, from the tribes of Africa to the native peoples of the Americas, many cultures across the globe have long acknowledged the existence of multiple spirits inhabiting the body of a single individual. Many of these cultures continue to view dissociative identities as a form of spiritual possession but most of them aren't so reductionist as to simply label such experiences under the binary of good and evil.

Many pre-Christian and post-Christian communities' actually view these forms of spiritual possession as being sacred, positive, and even downright healing. In fact, many tribes welcome or even seek out such experiences. In Haiti and the DR, Voodoo practitioners welcome spirits referred to as Iwa to possess their bodies during sacred ceremonies to dance, speak, and help settle community grievances. In certain schools of Tibetan Buddhism, monastics and oracles respectfully embrace being possessed by protective deities to aid them in offering prophecy.

The latter practices would strongly influence western occultists in the early 20th century Theosophy Movement who embraced a practice they referred to as Tulpamancy in which an individual psychonaut deliberately creates separate, autonomous, conscious companions within their own consciousness referred to as Tulpas in order to aid them in achieving enlightenment through deep meditation.

I and many other self-identified plural people lost in the west have embraced this school of thought. Though there was very little intentionality about my own ongoing spiritual possession, I have chosen to embrace it as a means of spiritual self-care in the wake of crippling trauma, referring to myself proudly as a "Traumagenic Tulpamancer" and even having the movement's Tibetan inspired sigil tattooed on the side of my neck, just behind the jugular.

With that being said, I still think the most accurate explanation for Agnes' existence comes from Agnes herself. She continues to see herself as a ghost but refuses to accept that label as a pejorative. To Agnes, all ghosts are merely unheard, unseen, and above all else unfulfilled spiritual beings with unfinished business on this plane of existence. More than anything, Agnes views being a ghost as being fundamentally misunderstood and unwilling to accept this status as anything other than a grave injustice.

In the beginning, all Agnes wanted was to be heard, seen, and loved as a little girl albeit a very strange (aka Queer) little girl who liked to pick up snakes and sing to spiders. But after the horrors she was subjected to at the hands of powerful and merciless institutions and after decades of observing such horrors replicated across the globe in various forms of systemic abuse against silenced children, from immigration camps to active warzones, Agnes' list of grievances has grown exponentially.

I don't just get triggered by steeples and white men in white colors anymore. I get triggered every time I see Agnes in the eyes of a Palestinian child being pulled from the rubble of another American bomb, silently screaming "Why?!" into the camera. In fact, I strongly suspect that these agonizingly existential feelings of connection with the totally powerless are likely what drew me to the antiwar movement long before Agnes even had a name.

I do not believe that it was a coincidence that the onset of my DID came in the wake of October 7th. I could no longer ignore Agnes. She was on every channel and YouTube video around the clock for weeks on end. Agnes is the witness who lives inside me. A relentless conscience throwing epic fits in my skull every time she sees another ghost being obliterated by a world full of sadistic adults who have blinded themselves to their own victims. She will not rest until every lost child is heard and until all of their abusers are forced to look them in the eye while they burn.

So, this is a blood curdling cry of vengeance and solidarity, for and with all the ghosts of this dying planet, from the ruins of Minab to the elementary school bathrooms of Tennessee, from the towering walls looming over the river to the tiny corpses floating in the sea. You are seen, you are heard, you will not be forgotten. The church will be burned, and the state will be smashed. They have created too many ghosts to ignore and some of them possess bodies with big mouths and heavy fists.

Agnes lives. Babylon burns.

Peace, Love, & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs for Aggy

*  Help Me Somebody by David Byrne & Brian Eno

*  I Don't Like Mondays by Tori Amos

*  Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers

*  Shadow Boxer by Fiona Apple

*  Everybody Does by Julien Baker

*  Hey Jupiter by Tori Amos

*  Lost Boys by Phoebe Bridgers

*  Appointments by Julien Baker

*  Home by David Byrne & Brian Eno

*  Geyser by Mitski

*  Lithium by the Polyphonic Spree

*  Road to Nowhere by Talking Heads