What is feminism? I hear that question get thrown around a lot. If its online it usually comes with one of two prefab responses. Either it means a philosophy of equal rights for women or its an evil cuckspiracy to deprive hetero white males of they're god given right to date rape, usually constructed by a diabolical coven of communist lesbians. Like most things on the internet, the first one is overly simplistic and the second is childishly over-convoluted. But it is a good question and one I'll return to in a few paragraphs.
An equally good question is what is a feminist? And, for that matter, what isn't? Can a feminist have a cock? Can a feminist be Pro-Life? Can a feminist be a sadomasochist and support the rights of sex workers? Can a feminist reject the very notion of binary gender? And can a feminist despise big government?
My answer to all these questions is, I sure fucking hope so, because I consider myself to be a feminist with all the above provisions.
Though I don't identify as strictly male, I do happen to possess a cock and I don't think I'm going to get rid of it in the near future, though as a genderqueer person the temptation to go full Bobbitt isn't a totally alien concept to me. But you don't have to be a chick to be a feminist. You just have to give a shit about chicks and value them as more than just warm holes waiting to be fucked.
I've always considered myself to be Pro-Life; anti-abortion, anti-death penalty and anti-war. Life is sacred and murder is wrong. With that being said, I don't believe that state intervention in the matter of abortion (or much else) solves a goddamn thing. It just pushes desperate women and girls back to the hangers and only increases the likelihood of everyone involved getting killed which kind of defies the whole point of being Pro-Life in the first place if you ask me. I'm also not particularly fond of the notion of giving the state power over someone else's biology regardless of intent. Some people might even describe my position as Pro-Choice (I don't) but just try to question the sanctimony of partial birth baby scrambling to your garden variety feminist and wait for the claws to come out. Mothers rights matter but so do the rights of the potential women they carry, so I advocate for voluntary non-violent alternatives. Drown me.
On the flip side, I've also always considered myself to be a proud pervert and a devoted member of the BDSM family. I like whips and chains and piss and blood and strap-ons and high heeled boots and a lot of other shit that seems to rile up the Andrea Dworkin set of radical feminists. Vanilla sex just doesn't do it for me, fuck if I know why. You might as well ask me why I like pussy and occasionally wish I had one. It's just the way I'm wired. But what's wrong with that? What's so wrong with pornography and prostitution and giving women the right to use their own goddamn bodies however the fuck they please? What ever happened to 'keep you're laws off my body'? How is the right to rent your pussy out any different than the right to vacuum a pesky little fetus out if it? Aside from the fact that nobody gets killed from engaging in the prior, of coarse.
And last but hardly least, if you're even mildly familiar with this blog, you know I have nothing but disdain for the tired notion of two distinct genders, separate but equal, not to mention the bully state that thrives off of enforcing such divisive and arcane notions. Gender, just like sexuality, is a naturally fluid concept inspired by biology but not defined by it. It's a vast spectrum too broad for two labels or even twenty. That doesn't however mean that femininity, in all its splendid forms, isn't scapegoated, exploited and discriminated against by the very state that the Gloria Steinem's of this world want to save us. What do you think accounts for the fact that the lion share of violence against trans people is directed against transwomen and other femmes? Western Society despises us for embodying the qualities it rejects- familial collectivism, maternal empathy and, above all else, a sense of strength in vulnerability that fosters solidarity with the oppressed. Most of the first whites to join the civil rights movement were women and women were the first breeders to truly embrace the queer liberation movement. You don't have to be an anarchist to be a feminist anymore than you have to have a cunt to be a woman but, in both cases, it doesn't hurt, at least until it bleeds.
So what is feminism? Liberals will tell you it's a ridged partisan science and conservatives will tell you it's a rabid partisan virus. The reality is it's neither. It's a devotion to full spectrum equality by, any means necessary, regardless of race, class, sexuality or genitalia. Along with the acceptance of the bitter fact that we live in a society designed to oppress women of all shapes and forms, be they cis, trans, master, slave, prostitute, john, liberal or even conservative and that this society must be destroyed by OUR hands, OUR hearts and OUR voices. Silence is not an option. Feminism is a righteous racket in a voiceless void. Feminism is a refusal to be ignored.
So is this what a feminist looks like, dearest motherfuckers? You're goddamn right it is and don't you fucking forget it.
Peace, Love and Empathy- CH
Soundtrack: Songs that influenced this post.
* Human Behavior By Bjork
* Rebel Girl By Bikini Kill
* Cherry Bomb By The Runaways
* Your Best American Girl By Mitski
* Suggestion By Fugazi
* Pretend That We're Dead By L7
* Jennifer's Body By Hole
* I Blame Myself By Sky Ferreira
* Rape Me By Nirvana
* These Boots Are Made For Walking By Nancy Sinatra
* Cheerleader By St. Vincent
* By Any Means Necessary By Atari Teenage Riot
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
Fear & Loathing in Charlottesville
Let me start this piece with a brief and sadly necessary news flash- America is a racist country and it always has been. This shit didn't start with Charlottesville and it didn't start with Trump. It started with Christopher Columbus and the ethnic cleansing of Hispaniola and it just got worse from there.
The foundation of this country was built on slavery and genocide (or do I repeat myself). The so called economic miracle of Pax Americana would be impossible without the Great Middle Passage and Manifest Destiny. Our so called Founding Fathers were a pack of white, male, slave-owning aristocrats who only revolted against their limey masters because the latter were attempting to make treaties with bordering Indian tribes in an attempt to diversify their investment in the New World.
As the years turned to decades and the decades turned to centuries, the slave drivers became wardens, the plantations became prisons and the aristocrats became CEO's like our current president. Little has changed but the scenery. Black and brown people are still virtually powerless with the exception of a few token Toms like our last president, who are aloud to dance as long as they let the same old white establishment pick the music and the bastards always pick Thrash.
And then there's Charlottesville, which was only a surprise to the white elite who seem to suffer under the delusion that our history books aren't pure weapons grade propaganda even though they wrote the damn things. As our racist empire begins to descend into the grave its been digging since Columbus with crony capitalism and endless war, the poorer half of our master class are pissed and looking for someone to blame and race-baiting arsonists like Trump and Bannon, as well as their parasitic fan-club in the Alt-Right, are more than willing to fill in the blanks with convenient scapegoats like Muslim refugees and undocumented workers. The sad thing is that these hicks have every right to be pissed. They've been royally fucked by the same crooked system that made assholes like Trump and Bannon rich. They should be crashing their hot-rods into crowds on Wall Street, instead they've been hoodwinked into attacking their own fucking people on main street.
White isn't even a real race. It's a carefully manufactured class hierarchy designed to justify unlimited state power. Many of the swastika waving storm troopers who made up the Unite the Right Rally are the descendants of Italians, Greeks and Irish Catholics, people who weren't even considered white when they first fled to this country as refugees. They had to earn their white privilege by proving themselves just as capable of being as racist and reactionary as the WASP's who spat on them at Ellis Island. As the divide between the rich and the rest of us grows wider and deeper and this country slowly reverts back to the feudal tyranny from which it sprang, the divisions between poor whites and black and brown people become more and more cosmetic. Whiteness is beginning to crack and I for one welcome this schism with the open arms of a life-long class warrior.
The harsh reality that neither side of the Charlottesville fracas seems prepared to grasp is that we're all deplorables, n*ggars and faggots in the eyes of the One Percent. Donald Trump won't save poor white people any more than Obama saved black and brown people. Both of these demagogues serve the same master, a Grand Wizard named Uncle Sam who only feeds his loyal subjects more war and poverty regardless of the color of their skin.
Race in America is a class invention designed to divide the poor against themselves. As long as poor whites and blacks are kept too busy slitting each others throats to realize that there is very little difference between the hood and the trailer park, we will never have the critical mass we need to truly make America great by smashing it to fucking bits.
America is a racist country and it always has been. But it doesn't have to be, dearest motherfuckers, it doesn't have to be. We can break the ties that bind by rejecting the cult of whiteness and joining the oppressed against our shared oppressor. All power to the people.
Peace, Love and Empathy- CH
Soundtrack: Songs That Influenced This Post.
* Cult Of Personality By Living Colour
* Kool Thing By Sonic Youth
* Burning Too By Fugazi
* Walk Like A Panther By Algiers
* White Minority By Black Flag
* The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth By Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
* White Riot By The Clash
* The Big Payback By James Brown
* The Underside Of Power By Algiers
* Serve The People By Handsome Furs
The foundation of this country was built on slavery and genocide (or do I repeat myself). The so called economic miracle of Pax Americana would be impossible without the Great Middle Passage and Manifest Destiny. Our so called Founding Fathers were a pack of white, male, slave-owning aristocrats who only revolted against their limey masters because the latter were attempting to make treaties with bordering Indian tribes in an attempt to diversify their investment in the New World.
As the years turned to decades and the decades turned to centuries, the slave drivers became wardens, the plantations became prisons and the aristocrats became CEO's like our current president. Little has changed but the scenery. Black and brown people are still virtually powerless with the exception of a few token Toms like our last president, who are aloud to dance as long as they let the same old white establishment pick the music and the bastards always pick Thrash.
And then there's Charlottesville, which was only a surprise to the white elite who seem to suffer under the delusion that our history books aren't pure weapons grade propaganda even though they wrote the damn things. As our racist empire begins to descend into the grave its been digging since Columbus with crony capitalism and endless war, the poorer half of our master class are pissed and looking for someone to blame and race-baiting arsonists like Trump and Bannon, as well as their parasitic fan-club in the Alt-Right, are more than willing to fill in the blanks with convenient scapegoats like Muslim refugees and undocumented workers. The sad thing is that these hicks have every right to be pissed. They've been royally fucked by the same crooked system that made assholes like Trump and Bannon rich. They should be crashing their hot-rods into crowds on Wall Street, instead they've been hoodwinked into attacking their own fucking people on main street.
White isn't even a real race. It's a carefully manufactured class hierarchy designed to justify unlimited state power. Many of the swastika waving storm troopers who made up the Unite the Right Rally are the descendants of Italians, Greeks and Irish Catholics, people who weren't even considered white when they first fled to this country as refugees. They had to earn their white privilege by proving themselves just as capable of being as racist and reactionary as the WASP's who spat on them at Ellis Island. As the divide between the rich and the rest of us grows wider and deeper and this country slowly reverts back to the feudal tyranny from which it sprang, the divisions between poor whites and black and brown people become more and more cosmetic. Whiteness is beginning to crack and I for one welcome this schism with the open arms of a life-long class warrior.
The harsh reality that neither side of the Charlottesville fracas seems prepared to grasp is that we're all deplorables, n*ggars and faggots in the eyes of the One Percent. Donald Trump won't save poor white people any more than Obama saved black and brown people. Both of these demagogues serve the same master, a Grand Wizard named Uncle Sam who only feeds his loyal subjects more war and poverty regardless of the color of their skin.
Race in America is a class invention designed to divide the poor against themselves. As long as poor whites and blacks are kept too busy slitting each others throats to realize that there is very little difference between the hood and the trailer park, we will never have the critical mass we need to truly make America great by smashing it to fucking bits.
America is a racist country and it always has been. But it doesn't have to be, dearest motherfuckers, it doesn't have to be. We can break the ties that bind by rejecting the cult of whiteness and joining the oppressed against our shared oppressor. All power to the people.
Peace, Love and Empathy- CH
Soundtrack: Songs That Influenced This Post.
* Cult Of Personality By Living Colour
* Kool Thing By Sonic Youth
* Burning Too By Fugazi
* Walk Like A Panther By Algiers
* White Minority By Black Flag
* The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth By Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
* White Riot By The Clash
* The Big Payback By James Brown
* The Underside Of Power By Algiers
* Serve The People By Handsome Furs
Monday, August 14, 2017
Dear Queer Folk: Don't Join the Army
This is an open letter to my community, to all the beautiful, brilliant and brave fags, dykes, trannies and assorted fellow travelers who make up the queer movement, in particular, my brothers and sisters and sothers and bristers in the trans community. But, as always, it's an open discussion with anyone open minded enough to handle my bitching.
For those of you who don't already know, my name is Nick Reid better known by my anarcho-genderfuck nom de guerre, Comrade Hermit. I'm a twenty-nine year old transfluid bull-dyke with a blog and something to say about pretty much everything. This week I feel compelled to address the recent calls by our so called president, Donald Trump, and the Regime-Who-Couldn't-Shoot-Straight to ban trans people from serving in the armed forces. Identifying as both a trans person and a card carrying anti-imperialist, this has inspired some conflicting emotions for this bearded queen which accounts for my somewhat delayed response.
On the one hand, I find the idea that someones genitals, let alone their gender identity, could somehow compromise their ability to murder brown people to be almost laughably absurd. Just take a look at that dandy drag-king, Lindsey Graham. She racks up a higher body count on her Blackberry before brunch than Sylvester Stallone in all four Rambo movies. We're clearly more than capable, especially after all the fucking shit the straight world puts us through. To quote genderfuck anti-villain Jame Gumb- You don't know what pain is.
On the other hand, after reading Trump's barely literate tweets, part of me wanted to say good fucking riddance with a breathy sigh of relief. As noted above, with all the fucking shit this morally derelict empire puts us through, what with all the police beatings, lengthy sentences in solitary and bathroom apartheid, why the fuck would any self respecting tranny be caught dead in one of those gaudy uniforms.
The answer is uglier than camouflage, hell, it is camouflage. It's assimilation, the ugliest word in the English dictionary. Just like the Buffalo Soldiers and Navajo Wind Talkers before them, many trans kids are convinced that they can find acceptance in the straight world if they kill like a breeder. Too many trans kids are also poor, homeless and shit out of options. They're perfect prey for the chicken hawks in the armed forces, who would like nothing better than to reduce my beautiful people into pink sawdust by running them through that pitiless wood-chipper known as the war machine. And now Trump wants to put an end to this Faustian ritual?
I'll say it once again; Good fucking riddance. We can do better than to serve in your straight fucking wars in your straight fucking armies. We can do better than to assimilate into your fucked up world. Our world's better and it needs the kind of selfless service that too many queer people are wasting on the blood soaked misadventures of this dying empire. Trans people get bashed and murdered nearly every single week, often mutilated and cut to bits by psychopathic hetero-fascist closet cases. Twenty-two were killed in 2016 alone. Less than eight months into 2017 and we're already at sixteen and counting. Do the police care? Fuck no. Most of those murders are unsolved and will likely remain so. The only time the pigs give us the time of day is when they're beating and raping us with their truncheons for engaging in the victimless sex work that too many of us are forced into by circumstance or for simply looking the part.
If the Orlando Massacre at Pulse proved anything it's that queer people need to get armed, get organized and get fierce. We need to take a note from Huey P. Newton's book and set up Black Panther style paramilitary militias to protect our communities from fag-bashers, regardless of whether they carry a cross, a swastika, a crescent or a badge. We need to take care of our own or no one else will. We can't afford to waste our manpower (or womanpower) on killing other poor people for bigots like Trump. No Arab ever called me faggot. We need every last fag, dyke, tranny and fellow traveler we can get to keep our safe spaces truly safe.
Forget the fucking army, queerest motherfuckers, our war is right here at home in the heart of darkness called Trump's Amerikkka. Lock and load, queeny bitches, let's burn this motherfucker down!
Peace, Love and Empathy- CH
Soundtrack: Songs that influenced this post.
* The American Ruse By The MC5
* Goodbye Horses By Q Lazzarus
* Children Of The Revolution By T. Rex
* The Cutter By Echo & The Bunnymen
* Buffalo Soldier By Bob Marley
* Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell By The Stooges
* Get Your Gun By Marilyn Manson
* John Wayne Was A Nazi By MDC
* I Like Fucking By Bikini Kill
* Street Fighting Man By The Rolling Stones
For those of you who don't already know, my name is Nick Reid better known by my anarcho-genderfuck nom de guerre, Comrade Hermit. I'm a twenty-nine year old transfluid bull-dyke with a blog and something to say about pretty much everything. This week I feel compelled to address the recent calls by our so called president, Donald Trump, and the Regime-Who-Couldn't-Shoot-Straight to ban trans people from serving in the armed forces. Identifying as both a trans person and a card carrying anti-imperialist, this has inspired some conflicting emotions for this bearded queen which accounts for my somewhat delayed response.
On the one hand, I find the idea that someones genitals, let alone their gender identity, could somehow compromise their ability to murder brown people to be almost laughably absurd. Just take a look at that dandy drag-king, Lindsey Graham. She racks up a higher body count on her Blackberry before brunch than Sylvester Stallone in all four Rambo movies. We're clearly more than capable, especially after all the fucking shit the straight world puts us through. To quote genderfuck anti-villain Jame Gumb- You don't know what pain is.
On the other hand, after reading Trump's barely literate tweets, part of me wanted to say good fucking riddance with a breathy sigh of relief. As noted above, with all the fucking shit this morally derelict empire puts us through, what with all the police beatings, lengthy sentences in solitary and bathroom apartheid, why the fuck would any self respecting tranny be caught dead in one of those gaudy uniforms.
The answer is uglier than camouflage, hell, it is camouflage. It's assimilation, the ugliest word in the English dictionary. Just like the Buffalo Soldiers and Navajo Wind Talkers before them, many trans kids are convinced that they can find acceptance in the straight world if they kill like a breeder. Too many trans kids are also poor, homeless and shit out of options. They're perfect prey for the chicken hawks in the armed forces, who would like nothing better than to reduce my beautiful people into pink sawdust by running them through that pitiless wood-chipper known as the war machine. And now Trump wants to put an end to this Faustian ritual?
I'll say it once again; Good fucking riddance. We can do better than to serve in your straight fucking wars in your straight fucking armies. We can do better than to assimilate into your fucked up world. Our world's better and it needs the kind of selfless service that too many queer people are wasting on the blood soaked misadventures of this dying empire. Trans people get bashed and murdered nearly every single week, often mutilated and cut to bits by psychopathic hetero-fascist closet cases. Twenty-two were killed in 2016 alone. Less than eight months into 2017 and we're already at sixteen and counting. Do the police care? Fuck no. Most of those murders are unsolved and will likely remain so. The only time the pigs give us the time of day is when they're beating and raping us with their truncheons for engaging in the victimless sex work that too many of us are forced into by circumstance or for simply looking the part.
If the Orlando Massacre at Pulse proved anything it's that queer people need to get armed, get organized and get fierce. We need to take a note from Huey P. Newton's book and set up Black Panther style paramilitary militias to protect our communities from fag-bashers, regardless of whether they carry a cross, a swastika, a crescent or a badge. We need to take care of our own or no one else will. We can't afford to waste our manpower (or womanpower) on killing other poor people for bigots like Trump. No Arab ever called me faggot. We need every last fag, dyke, tranny and fellow traveler we can get to keep our safe spaces truly safe.
Forget the fucking army, queerest motherfuckers, our war is right here at home in the heart of darkness called Trump's Amerikkka. Lock and load, queeny bitches, let's burn this motherfucker down!
Peace, Love and Empathy- CH
Soundtrack: Songs that influenced this post.
* The American Ruse By The MC5
* Goodbye Horses By Q Lazzarus
* Children Of The Revolution By T. Rex
* The Cutter By Echo & The Bunnymen
* Buffalo Soldier By Bob Marley
* Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell By The Stooges
* Get Your Gun By Marilyn Manson
* John Wayne Was A Nazi By MDC
* I Like Fucking By Bikini Kill
* Street Fighting Man By The Rolling Stones
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
Sometimes The Bad Guys Lose
"Sometimes the bad guys go right on top
Sometimes the good guys lose
We try not to lose our hearts, not to lose our minds"
-Ohm, Yo La Tengo
Those lyrics have been bouncing around my skull like a .22 hollow point over the last 30-40 days and not just because it's a great fucking song by a great fucking band (seriously, listen to their...everything). Yes, dearest motherfuckers, this last month has been kind of a punch in the tits for yours truly. What else is new? Right. Well, for starters my best friend, the first best friend I've had since my sojourn into the hermetic land of agoraphobia and my only reliable trans friend, up and moved back to fucking England. He'll be fine, a tough, twin-fisted, limey son of a bitch; Jimmy Boy, as only I can get away with calling him, taught me how to be a bull-dyke before coming out as a trans-man. He'll land on his feet back in jolly old England and be smoking fags and picking up slags in no time flat. I'm the one who's a fucking mess without him.
As if that's not enough to push a depressive cunt like me back over that proverbial edge, I've also been forced to watch in horror as Venezuela's Bolivarian Revolution (which, once upon a time gave a sexually confused teenage communist hope for democracy) choke on its last breath. And the worst part is its Nicolas Maduro, the man Hugo Chavez entrusted with the revolution on his death bed, who has his hands around the peoples throat. There hasn't been a worse case counter-revolutionary betrayal since Stalin poisoned Lenin and shipped his widow off to Siberia.
After years of being trolled by American sponsored terrorism and sabotage, Maduro gave in last week, liquidating the constitution that his mentor risked (and quite possibly gave) his life to protect. The only thing that reeks worse than Comrade Maduro's betrayal is the so called opposition who wants to take his place; a crooked cartel of crypto-fascists and Yanqui doodle quislings who would like nothing better than to fill the largest soccer stadiums of Caracas with the staccato symphony of the firing squads. Long story short, the Venezuelan people who inspired me to give democracy a second chance are now caught between a rock and hard-ass with a porno stash and there's little I can do but watch and wait for the other shoe to drop.
This month I've lost both a friend and a revolution. So, yeah, call me self-absorbed, but I'm kinda bummed. The one thing that keeps my fat tranny ass going at times like these (aside from Trader Joe's, Rick & Morty and Benzodiazepines, of coarse) is that old stand by Karma, which is essentially Newton's Second Law applied to social studies. What comes up must come down and for me this summers one silver lining is that two despicable old twats named Jeff Sessions and John McCain are finally coming down like a valley girl on prom night.
After spending the better part of a century punishing poor people for the high-crime of existing, Jeff Sessions' hideous career as a hype man for the Prison Industrial Complex has climaxed in his roll as Donald Trump's new favorite whipping boy. I've never loved that stupid orange bastard more than I do watching him kick old Sess' like a hillbilly with a hound-dog. The only thing funnier is watching all those 'socially conscious' liberals run to the Grand Wizard's defense just because he's the latest target of a shithead he helped get elected. As I write this post, Sessions has yet to be fired but I for one hope he doesn't. I hope he never does. Spending the next three to seven years as a petulant man-child's punching bag is exactly the kind of hell Jeff Sessions so richly deserves. Somebody should buy him a gimp suit.
Then there's John McCain. Our hero. I'm sure I'll get a mountain of shit for this but the only thing that brings a devilish smile to my face faster than watching Sessions piss on himself with his tail between his legs is the fact that god is finally finishing the job Charlie started with a brain tumor the size of a Jersey Shore jawbreaker in that craven war-junkie's skull. And why not? McCain has devoted his entire life to mass murder; From carpet bombing Vietnamese villages to sending his fellow vets to die in vain in quagmire after bloody fucking quagmire. All so he can keep his creepy wife in face-lifts and brand name pharmaceuticals with fat checks from Raytheon and Boeing. This is the bastard who's never seen a war that didn't get him rock hard. This is the bastard who's never seen a hole in the dessert he wouldn't fuck. This is the bastard who takes selfies with head-chopping lunatics in Syria and goosestepping neo-Nazis in Ukraine. And this is the gutless fucking bastard who talks about a Third World War with Putin the way I talk about Selena Gomez's vagina. And I'm supposed to feel bad for this twisted old twat? Fuck That shit.
Call me a cunt, dearest motherfuckers. I'll own the title. But every time I hear some dickless little Eichmann on the Hill blubber about how they don't make 'em like John McCain anymore, I start giggling to myself like a sinister little school-girl and I can't stop. I only wish brain cancer was a sexually transmittable disease so Lindsey Graham could catch it too. God knows, if there's a heaven, those two fucking ghouls aren't going. Thank Christ for cancer.
The point of this torrent of vitriolic spew? Its easy to feel like all the bad things happen to all the best people (Jimmy-Boy, Chavez, Bowie etc.) in this miserable fucking world. But we're all human. We're all born to die and built for the grave and it's the seemingly omnipotent megalomaniacs like Sessions and McCain who learn this lesson the hard way. Sometimes the bad guys lose and sometimes that fact is the one thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. In the end we all get what's coming to us, for better or worse. In the case of Jeff Sessions and John McCain, I'll relish in the latter even if this pettiness earns me the same fate. I'll gladly go to hell as long as I can take those two bastards with me.
Buck up, dearest motherfuckers, the dog days are over for us. For Jeff and John they've just began.
Peace, Love and Karma- CH
Soundtrack: Song's that influenced this post.
* Ohm By Yo La Tengo
* Man By Neko Case
* Don't Dream It's Over By Crowded House
* Head Like A Hole By Nine Inch Nails
* Coming Down By The Dum Dum Girls
* Frankenstein By New York Dolls
* Psycho Killer By Talking Heads
* The Killing Moon By Echo & The Bunnymen
* Is It Really So Strange By The Smiths
* Last Dance By The Raveonettes
* Dog Days Are Over By Florence + The Machine
* Little Eyes By Yo La Tengo
Sometimes the good guys lose
We try not to lose our hearts, not to lose our minds"
-Ohm, Yo La Tengo
Those lyrics have been bouncing around my skull like a .22 hollow point over the last 30-40 days and not just because it's a great fucking song by a great fucking band (seriously, listen to their...everything). Yes, dearest motherfuckers, this last month has been kind of a punch in the tits for yours truly. What else is new? Right. Well, for starters my best friend, the first best friend I've had since my sojourn into the hermetic land of agoraphobia and my only reliable trans friend, up and moved back to fucking England. He'll be fine, a tough, twin-fisted, limey son of a bitch; Jimmy Boy, as only I can get away with calling him, taught me how to be a bull-dyke before coming out as a trans-man. He'll land on his feet back in jolly old England and be smoking fags and picking up slags in no time flat. I'm the one who's a fucking mess without him.
As if that's not enough to push a depressive cunt like me back over that proverbial edge, I've also been forced to watch in horror as Venezuela's Bolivarian Revolution (which, once upon a time gave a sexually confused teenage communist hope for democracy) choke on its last breath. And the worst part is its Nicolas Maduro, the man Hugo Chavez entrusted with the revolution on his death bed, who has his hands around the peoples throat. There hasn't been a worse case counter-revolutionary betrayal since Stalin poisoned Lenin and shipped his widow off to Siberia.
After years of being trolled by American sponsored terrorism and sabotage, Maduro gave in last week, liquidating the constitution that his mentor risked (and quite possibly gave) his life to protect. The only thing that reeks worse than Comrade Maduro's betrayal is the so called opposition who wants to take his place; a crooked cartel of crypto-fascists and Yanqui doodle quislings who would like nothing better than to fill the largest soccer stadiums of Caracas with the staccato symphony of the firing squads. Long story short, the Venezuelan people who inspired me to give democracy a second chance are now caught between a rock and hard-ass with a porno stash and there's little I can do but watch and wait for the other shoe to drop.
This month I've lost both a friend and a revolution. So, yeah, call me self-absorbed, but I'm kinda bummed. The one thing that keeps my fat tranny ass going at times like these (aside from Trader Joe's, Rick & Morty and Benzodiazepines, of coarse) is that old stand by Karma, which is essentially Newton's Second Law applied to social studies. What comes up must come down and for me this summers one silver lining is that two despicable old twats named Jeff Sessions and John McCain are finally coming down like a valley girl on prom night.
After spending the better part of a century punishing poor people for the high-crime of existing, Jeff Sessions' hideous career as a hype man for the Prison Industrial Complex has climaxed in his roll as Donald Trump's new favorite whipping boy. I've never loved that stupid orange bastard more than I do watching him kick old Sess' like a hillbilly with a hound-dog. The only thing funnier is watching all those 'socially conscious' liberals run to the Grand Wizard's defense just because he's the latest target of a shithead he helped get elected. As I write this post, Sessions has yet to be fired but I for one hope he doesn't. I hope he never does. Spending the next three to seven years as a petulant man-child's punching bag is exactly the kind of hell Jeff Sessions so richly deserves. Somebody should buy him a gimp suit.
Then there's John McCain. Our hero. I'm sure I'll get a mountain of shit for this but the only thing that brings a devilish smile to my face faster than watching Sessions piss on himself with his tail between his legs is the fact that god is finally finishing the job Charlie started with a brain tumor the size of a Jersey Shore jawbreaker in that craven war-junkie's skull. And why not? McCain has devoted his entire life to mass murder; From carpet bombing Vietnamese villages to sending his fellow vets to die in vain in quagmire after bloody fucking quagmire. All so he can keep his creepy wife in face-lifts and brand name pharmaceuticals with fat checks from Raytheon and Boeing. This is the bastard who's never seen a war that didn't get him rock hard. This is the bastard who's never seen a hole in the dessert he wouldn't fuck. This is the bastard who takes selfies with head-chopping lunatics in Syria and goosestepping neo-Nazis in Ukraine. And this is the gutless fucking bastard who talks about a Third World War with Putin the way I talk about Selena Gomez's vagina. And I'm supposed to feel bad for this twisted old twat? Fuck That shit.
Call me a cunt, dearest motherfuckers. I'll own the title. But every time I hear some dickless little Eichmann on the Hill blubber about how they don't make 'em like John McCain anymore, I start giggling to myself like a sinister little school-girl and I can't stop. I only wish brain cancer was a sexually transmittable disease so Lindsey Graham could catch it too. God knows, if there's a heaven, those two fucking ghouls aren't going. Thank Christ for cancer.
The point of this torrent of vitriolic spew? Its easy to feel like all the bad things happen to all the best people (Jimmy-Boy, Chavez, Bowie etc.) in this miserable fucking world. But we're all human. We're all born to die and built for the grave and it's the seemingly omnipotent megalomaniacs like Sessions and McCain who learn this lesson the hard way. Sometimes the bad guys lose and sometimes that fact is the one thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. In the end we all get what's coming to us, for better or worse. In the case of Jeff Sessions and John McCain, I'll relish in the latter even if this pettiness earns me the same fate. I'll gladly go to hell as long as I can take those two bastards with me.
Buck up, dearest motherfuckers, the dog days are over for us. For Jeff and John they've just began.
Peace, Love and Karma- CH
Soundtrack: Song's that influenced this post.
* Ohm By Yo La Tengo
* Man By Neko Case
* Don't Dream It's Over By Crowded House
* Head Like A Hole By Nine Inch Nails
* Coming Down By The Dum Dum Girls
* Frankenstein By New York Dolls
* Psycho Killer By Talking Heads
* The Killing Moon By Echo & The Bunnymen
* Is It Really So Strange By The Smiths
* Last Dance By The Raveonettes
* Dog Days Are Over By Florence + The Machine
* Little Eyes By Yo La Tengo
Monday, July 31, 2017
My Big Fat Fucking Mouth
It has recently been brought to my attention, by people I both love and respect no less, that my decidedly salty choice of language on this sight and others is somehow beneath my abilities as a writer. These aren't the first people to bring this issue up. My mother has been harping me about it for longer then I can remember. My response to this constructive criticism? A kind and respectful, Butt the fuck out! Followed by a courteous, mind your own motherfucking business!
I don't use the language that I use to be 'cool' or to get attention. I use the language I use because I love words: Big words, small words, 'good' words, 'bad' words- I like them all, so I use them all. The result is a strange hodgepodge of Gore Vidalian high grammar and blaxploitation grade gutter-slang. This has kind of become the signature of my writing style but it's actually the way I fucking talk and I've always strived to give my writing a down to earth, conversational feel. Call me an egomaniac but I find it to be rather charming. Apparently, once again, I'm in the minority.
I haven't exactly made a secret of the fact that I'm a struggling writer. I've been at this blogging thing for over three years now and I've only managed to publish a single fucking piece. Even worse, I still get less traffic on this site than a whorehouse in a leper colony (RIM-SHOT!). I now feel compelled to ask- Is it really the fucking language thing? Really!? Most of the sites I submit to bill themselves as being libertarian and/or anarchist in nature. What the fuck kind of anarchist/libertarian gets their goddamn panties in a bunch over a few little four letter words? Sometimes I fear that libertarians in particular have lost sight of the fact that they were founded as an anti-authoritarian movement, not a stuffy social club for bow-tie wearing Republican dope-smokers. Do you motherfuckers seriously believe that Karl Hess would give a flying fuck about my use of the word cunt? You people have to be fucking kidding me.
I may be trans but I'm no fucking lady and I don't intend to be. Who wants to be a fucking lady when you can be a bitch? All my heroes are fucking bitches: Frida Kahlo, Lou Reed, Courtney Love, Angela Keaton. Can you imagine where any of these fine fearless cunts would be if they minded their manners and acted more ladylike? I haven't the slightest idea but they wouldn't be my fucking heroes, I can tell you that. A lady is just a fancy word for a femme who knows her place. Well this femme fatale's only place is up in your motherfucking face and if that makes me persona non grata then so be it. I'd rather be ignored for who I am than praised for putting on airs.
And if any of you dearest motherfuckers got a problem with my big fat fucking mouth then you've clearly picked the wrong fucking blog. Choke on my man-clit. Comrade Hermit out!
Hate, Rage and Apathy- CH
Soundtrack: Songs that influenced this post.
* Femme Fatale By The Velvet Underground
* Jesus Don't Want Me For His Sunbeam By The Vaselines
* Slack Motherfucker By Superchunk
* Rockstar By Hole
* Just Like A Woman By Bob Dylan
* Where Eagles Dare By The Misfits
* Mama Said Knock You Out By LL Cool J
I don't use the language that I use to be 'cool' or to get attention. I use the language I use because I love words: Big words, small words, 'good' words, 'bad' words- I like them all, so I use them all. The result is a strange hodgepodge of Gore Vidalian high grammar and blaxploitation grade gutter-slang. This has kind of become the signature of my writing style but it's actually the way I fucking talk and I've always strived to give my writing a down to earth, conversational feel. Call me an egomaniac but I find it to be rather charming. Apparently, once again, I'm in the minority.
I haven't exactly made a secret of the fact that I'm a struggling writer. I've been at this blogging thing for over three years now and I've only managed to publish a single fucking piece. Even worse, I still get less traffic on this site than a whorehouse in a leper colony (RIM-SHOT!). I now feel compelled to ask- Is it really the fucking language thing? Really!? Most of the sites I submit to bill themselves as being libertarian and/or anarchist in nature. What the fuck kind of anarchist/libertarian gets their goddamn panties in a bunch over a few little four letter words? Sometimes I fear that libertarians in particular have lost sight of the fact that they were founded as an anti-authoritarian movement, not a stuffy social club for bow-tie wearing Republican dope-smokers. Do you motherfuckers seriously believe that Karl Hess would give a flying fuck about my use of the word cunt? You people have to be fucking kidding me.
I may be trans but I'm no fucking lady and I don't intend to be. Who wants to be a fucking lady when you can be a bitch? All my heroes are fucking bitches: Frida Kahlo, Lou Reed, Courtney Love, Angela Keaton. Can you imagine where any of these fine fearless cunts would be if they minded their manners and acted more ladylike? I haven't the slightest idea but they wouldn't be my fucking heroes, I can tell you that. A lady is just a fancy word for a femme who knows her place. Well this femme fatale's only place is up in your motherfucking face and if that makes me persona non grata then so be it. I'd rather be ignored for who I am than praised for putting on airs.
And if any of you dearest motherfuckers got a problem with my big fat fucking mouth then you've clearly picked the wrong fucking blog. Choke on my man-clit. Comrade Hermit out!
Hate, Rage and Apathy- CH
Soundtrack: Songs that influenced this post.
* Femme Fatale By The Velvet Underground
* Jesus Don't Want Me For His Sunbeam By The Vaselines
* Slack Motherfucker By Superchunk
* Rockstar By Hole
* Just Like A Woman By Bob Dylan
* Where Eagles Dare By The Misfits
* Mama Said Knock You Out By LL Cool J
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Confessions Of An Anarchist Welfare Queen
I'm an anarchist welfare queen. I'm a lot of seemingly contradictory things, I'm a bearded lady for fucks sake, but I'm pretty sure being an anarchist on welfare takes the fucking cake. I mean, I quite literally survive on money from an institution that I don't even believe should exist. But what am I supposed to do? I may be an anarchist but I'm also an agoraphobic basket-case who pops more pills than Elvis. I'm working on evolving but its going to be a long slow journey before I can even hold down a part time job. My family helps out where they can but they're not rich either. Sponging off the system I despise is the only way I can make ends meet.
That doesn't make it any easier though. I've generally come to see the welfare state in its current form as a way for the state to pay poor people to look the other way while they bomb the shit out of the Third World and enslave our own people in the ever-expanding Prison Industrial Complex. They're freebies to keep us invested in a system which is inherently un-free and they rapidly disappear the moment those cunts feel like they've got a stranglehold. Put simply, welfare is the carrot, tyranny is the stick and please believe me when I tell you that the stick is coming, sooner than you know.
I'm also not too crazy about the idea of the income tax, at least not from a philosophical stand point. I despise the rich and I'm not ashamed to say so. It is quite literally impossible to be a billionaire without exploiting other peoples labor. The super rich minority in this country can only exist with a poor and oppressed majority to bleed dry. But that still doesn't change the fact that involuntary taxes are essentially theft. Giving any institution the right to kill and/or steal is by definition tyranny. I've struggled against this logic for a long time as a badge carrying leftist but I find it harder and harder to ignore. I guess you could call me the worlds first Voluntaryist Marxist. That's another one to chock up to my Walking-Contradiction Syndrome.
In a perfect world I would have a mutual-aid society or a democratic syndicate to fall back on. Back before that gimpy twat FDR integrated the radical left into the state and defanged it, we use to take care of our own that way. Every union worth its weight in shit had its own single-payer program. We didn't go around asking the state for favors. We developed complex and totally voluntary institutions to provide working people with the security to fall down and the tools to get back up again. The left in this country doesn't work like that anymore. We've become domesticated house-pets of the federal government. I'm fully committed to changing that in my lifetime but right now I need help and I literally can't afford to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if that gift horse also happens to be a war horse.
This dicked up society we've cobbled together from an ugly hodgepodge of big government, big business and organized religion doesn't make it easy to be queer or mentally-ill, let alone both. It's pretty much set up to fuck us, imprison us and suck us dry, which is probably the one reason I don't feel terrible about being a leach on said societies nut-sack. That and the fact that otherwise your tax dollars would just go to more prisons and more bombs. I still feel bad about living off your tax dollars but I can promise you one thing. That when I'm well enough to stand on my own two feet, I'm gonna use them to stomp this putrid jack-o-lantern we call a state into fucking bits and you'll never have to pay another tax again. And you can quote my batshit tranny ass on that.
Just consider it an investment in a truly democratic society, dearest motherfuckers, and call this post an I.O.U.
I owe you one revolution.
Catch you on the flip side.
Peace, Love and Empathy- CH
Soundtrack: Songs that influenced this post.
* Soul To Squeeze By Red Hot Chili Peppers
* Shut In By Strand Of Oaks
* Little Green Bag By The George Baker Selection
* Time Is On My Side By The Rolling Stones
* Suck You Dry By Mudhoney
* Mayonnaise By Smashing Pumpkins
* Original Fire By Audioslave
* Nothing To Be Done By The Pastels
* Revolution By The Beatles
* Flipside By Bleached
That doesn't make it any easier though. I've generally come to see the welfare state in its current form as a way for the state to pay poor people to look the other way while they bomb the shit out of the Third World and enslave our own people in the ever-expanding Prison Industrial Complex. They're freebies to keep us invested in a system which is inherently un-free and they rapidly disappear the moment those cunts feel like they've got a stranglehold. Put simply, welfare is the carrot, tyranny is the stick and please believe me when I tell you that the stick is coming, sooner than you know.
I'm also not too crazy about the idea of the income tax, at least not from a philosophical stand point. I despise the rich and I'm not ashamed to say so. It is quite literally impossible to be a billionaire without exploiting other peoples labor. The super rich minority in this country can only exist with a poor and oppressed majority to bleed dry. But that still doesn't change the fact that involuntary taxes are essentially theft. Giving any institution the right to kill and/or steal is by definition tyranny. I've struggled against this logic for a long time as a badge carrying leftist but I find it harder and harder to ignore. I guess you could call me the worlds first Voluntaryist Marxist. That's another one to chock up to my Walking-Contradiction Syndrome.
In a perfect world I would have a mutual-aid society or a democratic syndicate to fall back on. Back before that gimpy twat FDR integrated the radical left into the state and defanged it, we use to take care of our own that way. Every union worth its weight in shit had its own single-payer program. We didn't go around asking the state for favors. We developed complex and totally voluntary institutions to provide working people with the security to fall down and the tools to get back up again. The left in this country doesn't work like that anymore. We've become domesticated house-pets of the federal government. I'm fully committed to changing that in my lifetime but right now I need help and I literally can't afford to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if that gift horse also happens to be a war horse.
This dicked up society we've cobbled together from an ugly hodgepodge of big government, big business and organized religion doesn't make it easy to be queer or mentally-ill, let alone both. It's pretty much set up to fuck us, imprison us and suck us dry, which is probably the one reason I don't feel terrible about being a leach on said societies nut-sack. That and the fact that otherwise your tax dollars would just go to more prisons and more bombs. I still feel bad about living off your tax dollars but I can promise you one thing. That when I'm well enough to stand on my own two feet, I'm gonna use them to stomp this putrid jack-o-lantern we call a state into fucking bits and you'll never have to pay another tax again. And you can quote my batshit tranny ass on that.
Just consider it an investment in a truly democratic society, dearest motherfuckers, and call this post an I.O.U.
I owe you one revolution.
Catch you on the flip side.
Peace, Love and Empathy- CH
Soundtrack: Songs that influenced this post.
* Soul To Squeeze By Red Hot Chili Peppers
* Shut In By Strand Of Oaks
* Little Green Bag By The George Baker Selection
* Time Is On My Side By The Rolling Stones
* Suck You Dry By Mudhoney
* Mayonnaise By Smashing Pumpkins
* Original Fire By Audioslave
* Nothing To Be Done By The Pastels
* Revolution By The Beatles
* Flipside By Bleached
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
The Arabian Candidate
I really hate to admit it, dearest motherfuckers, because god knows I've been a critic of the theory but I can no longer deny the fact that the Trump regime is colluding with a subversive foreign power. Over the last half year I have fretfully witnessed my so called president acquiesce in every way imaginable to this rogue state. He has defended their numerous crimes both in public and in private. He has accepted their filthy blood money and surrounded himself with their loyal quislings. He has even gone so far as to support their flagrantly illegal occupation and annexation of a smaller, weaker neighbor.
No I'm not speaking of Donald Trump's alleged collusion with Putin's Russia. The DNC has yet to find a smoking gun on that Grassy Knoll, that is unless you count Donald Jr.'s games of footsie with low level Russian scum bags (Rachel Maddow does, I don't). No, I'm speaking of the Trump administrations borderline homoerotic love affair with their bros in Saudi Arabia, the world's third most diabolical terror state, after America and Israel, naturally. In stark contrast with his icy indifference towards the dreaded Kremlin, the orange bastard has done somersaults through his own pinched asshole to please the Kingdom of Saud. He's gone balls deep on militarily supporting their genocidal war on Yemen. He's promised them $350 billion dollars in military hardware. He's even vociferously supported their strange little tiff with our alleged allies in Qatar, even while members of his own administration rush to put out the fire. All the while, the Donald calls for the absurd premise of a Gulf State NATO, charged with fighting the very terrorists they helped create headquartered in sunny Riyadh.
What all this tells me is that the Trump regime is making a YUUUGE! investment on making Saudi Arabia the future face of American imperialism in the Middle East. Too all this I can only ask: Why? I mean, for the Donald himself and his creepy little predator-Zionist son in law, Jared Kushner, it's obvious. The Saudis are the kings of easy money, especially when it comes to the gaudy real estate the Trumps and the Kushners specialize in. But why the H.R. Mcmasters'? Why the Mad Dog Mattis'? Why are these Deep State veterans that Trump has surrounded himself with so gun-ho about jumping into bed with these blood-sucking sheikhs. The Saudis aren't the only regime on the block with a price tag but they're rapidly becoming the most unstable.
With King Salman a cunts hair away from his thousand thread count death bed, the last few years have played out like a backroom grudge match between contestants for the top spot of heir apparent to the throne in the Royal Kingdom. The latest Crown Prince, the third since 2015, is by far the most dangerous. King Salman's 32 year old son, Crown Prince Bin Salman, has made a name for himself as his pitiless nations Defense Minister with his letting of oceans of blood vis a vis the ethnic cleansing of Zaydi Muslims in Yemen and his less than subtle support for the head chopping maniacs turning Syria into a black hole of endless sectarian violence. He's also been the main force behind the GCC's blockade against Qatar, which I suspect has more to do with his predecessor, Mohammed Bin Nayef's chummy relationship with the tiny little monarchy than anything Al-Jazeera related.
Long story short, the Crown Prince has already stretched his desert empire paper thin before he's even reached the throne. All with a dwindling oil supply and rising discontent among the nation's long oppressed Shia population on the gulf coast. It doesn't take a political scientist to tell you that the Kingdom of Saud is ripe for a well earned civil war.
So once again, I have to ask: Why Saudi Arabia? If your looking for a reliable client state in the Middle East, the obvious choice to me is Iran. Look beyond all the Western/Zionist propaganda and what you have is essentially a stable, reasonably moderate, semi-democratic republic founded on the bedrock of a popular revolution. With it's mixed economy and front row seat to the Eurasian theater, Iran is strategically perfect for quisling-hood. It's oil rich but not oil dependent, It's been a consistent allie in the wars against both Al-Qaeda and ISIS and it's bent over backwards for western approval with the P5+1 nuclear deal. A deal to fix a problem that only existed in the syphilitic minds of neocons and Israeli expansionists, I might add.
Obama appeared to grasp the premise of an Iranian collaboration for the future of American imperial intrigue. At times he even seemed to be on the brink of reaching out to the Islamic Republic but the elites in both parties, including the rag-tag Trump team have totally rejected this opportunity out of hand. Choosing instead to align themselves with Iran's mortal enemy, a bloodthirsty corporatist theocracy that begs Uncle Sam for money with one hand and openly funds violence on our very shores with the other. In case you've forgotten, dearest motherfuckers, it was Saudi Arabia who bankrolled the attacks on 9/11 and paid off the Pakistanis to hide Bin Laden. Which brings up another interesting question: with their clear hatred for Western "values", why does Saudi Arabia allie with the United States? After all, we're no longer the only viable superpower on the block.
China would seem like a much more reasonable alternative. The United States may still be far more powerful but we're also clearly an empire in decline. The election of a grabby circus clown like Trump makes that fact almost painfully clear. With multiple military quagmires in multiple countries on multiple continents burning out of control not to mention the worlds most ass backwards welfare state, America is in debt up to its fucking eyeballs and China is the loan shark with our cojones in a vice. Saudi Arabia wouldn't be the first American "allie" to turn to the Red Dragon for patronage. Many former Yankee client states in Africa and Latin America have chosen this route. So why not the Saudi's? China is a conservative illiberal republic founded on Confucianist values with one of the worlds fastest growing middle classes. Sounds like a perfect match to me.
My point here is that unlike Saudi Arabia and the United States, Iran and China are reliable partners. So why are both the Saudis and the Americans who have lowered themselves to doing their bidding so allergic to reliable. The answer is as simple as it is ugly: Because Saudi Arabia and America are empires founded on plunder and empires thrive on chaos. America doesn't want stability in the Middle East even if it means one-upping the Russians and the Chinese. They want the Middle East broken and dependent so they can justify their existence to both their own citizenry and the world at large. What good is the United States without a war or five to fight. In that context it makes perfect sense for them to allie with a nation that exports jihad like a raw commodity.
Similarly, the Saudis don't want a stable papa nation keeping tabs on them and telling them how to burn their money. They want a surrogate who is bleeding and desperate. They want an empire that throws around weapons like Mardi Gras beads as it crashes and burns. In short, the Saudis want a sponsor as fucked up and reckless as they are. So it's little wonder that they became the one establishment order to welcome the Donald into the fold with open arms once their prize stead (S)Hillary busted herself lame on the election hurtle. After all it doesn't get much more fucked up than Trump. It's the perfect match. A marriage made in hell. A bloated, discolored, greedy old scam artist farting his way through one last con and a budding, swarthy, young psychopath on the cusp of despotism. Donald Trump and the Crown Prince are like the Sid and Nancy of international violence. Nicholas Sparks couldn't come up with a grander romance. Call it, The Arabian Candidate and sell it at the airport for ten bucks a pop.
Ain't love grand, dearest motherfuckers.
Peace, Love and Empathy- CH
Soundtrack: Songs that influenced this post.
Head Like A Hole By Nine Inch Nails
Losing My Religion By REM
Chainsaw Gutsfuck By Mayhem
Rock The Kasbah By The Clash
Violet By Hole
Reign In Blood By Slayer
Everyone Wants To Live Forever By The Flaming Lips
Pleasure By Feist
Peace Sells By Megadeath
Just Like Henry By Dressy Bessy
No I'm not speaking of Donald Trump's alleged collusion with Putin's Russia. The DNC has yet to find a smoking gun on that Grassy Knoll, that is unless you count Donald Jr.'s games of footsie with low level Russian scum bags (Rachel Maddow does, I don't). No, I'm speaking of the Trump administrations borderline homoerotic love affair with their bros in Saudi Arabia, the world's third most diabolical terror state, after America and Israel, naturally. In stark contrast with his icy indifference towards the dreaded Kremlin, the orange bastard has done somersaults through his own pinched asshole to please the Kingdom of Saud. He's gone balls deep on militarily supporting their genocidal war on Yemen. He's promised them $350 billion dollars in military hardware. He's even vociferously supported their strange little tiff with our alleged allies in Qatar, even while members of his own administration rush to put out the fire. All the while, the Donald calls for the absurd premise of a Gulf State NATO, charged with fighting the very terrorists they helped create headquartered in sunny Riyadh.
What all this tells me is that the Trump regime is making a YUUUGE! investment on making Saudi Arabia the future face of American imperialism in the Middle East. Too all this I can only ask: Why? I mean, for the Donald himself and his creepy little predator-Zionist son in law, Jared Kushner, it's obvious. The Saudis are the kings of easy money, especially when it comes to the gaudy real estate the Trumps and the Kushners specialize in. But why the H.R. Mcmasters'? Why the Mad Dog Mattis'? Why are these Deep State veterans that Trump has surrounded himself with so gun-ho about jumping into bed with these blood-sucking sheikhs. The Saudis aren't the only regime on the block with a price tag but they're rapidly becoming the most unstable.
With King Salman a cunts hair away from his thousand thread count death bed, the last few years have played out like a backroom grudge match between contestants for the top spot of heir apparent to the throne in the Royal Kingdom. The latest Crown Prince, the third since 2015, is by far the most dangerous. King Salman's 32 year old son, Crown Prince Bin Salman, has made a name for himself as his pitiless nations Defense Minister with his letting of oceans of blood vis a vis the ethnic cleansing of Zaydi Muslims in Yemen and his less than subtle support for the head chopping maniacs turning Syria into a black hole of endless sectarian violence. He's also been the main force behind the GCC's blockade against Qatar, which I suspect has more to do with his predecessor, Mohammed Bin Nayef's chummy relationship with the tiny little monarchy than anything Al-Jazeera related.
Long story short, the Crown Prince has already stretched his desert empire paper thin before he's even reached the throne. All with a dwindling oil supply and rising discontent among the nation's long oppressed Shia population on the gulf coast. It doesn't take a political scientist to tell you that the Kingdom of Saud is ripe for a well earned civil war.
So once again, I have to ask: Why Saudi Arabia? If your looking for a reliable client state in the Middle East, the obvious choice to me is Iran. Look beyond all the Western/Zionist propaganda and what you have is essentially a stable, reasonably moderate, semi-democratic republic founded on the bedrock of a popular revolution. With it's mixed economy and front row seat to the Eurasian theater, Iran is strategically perfect for quisling-hood. It's oil rich but not oil dependent, It's been a consistent allie in the wars against both Al-Qaeda and ISIS and it's bent over backwards for western approval with the P5+1 nuclear deal. A deal to fix a problem that only existed in the syphilitic minds of neocons and Israeli expansionists, I might add.
Obama appeared to grasp the premise of an Iranian collaboration for the future of American imperial intrigue. At times he even seemed to be on the brink of reaching out to the Islamic Republic but the elites in both parties, including the rag-tag Trump team have totally rejected this opportunity out of hand. Choosing instead to align themselves with Iran's mortal enemy, a bloodthirsty corporatist theocracy that begs Uncle Sam for money with one hand and openly funds violence on our very shores with the other. In case you've forgotten, dearest motherfuckers, it was Saudi Arabia who bankrolled the attacks on 9/11 and paid off the Pakistanis to hide Bin Laden. Which brings up another interesting question: with their clear hatred for Western "values", why does Saudi Arabia allie with the United States? After all, we're no longer the only viable superpower on the block.
China would seem like a much more reasonable alternative. The United States may still be far more powerful but we're also clearly an empire in decline. The election of a grabby circus clown like Trump makes that fact almost painfully clear. With multiple military quagmires in multiple countries on multiple continents burning out of control not to mention the worlds most ass backwards welfare state, America is in debt up to its fucking eyeballs and China is the loan shark with our cojones in a vice. Saudi Arabia wouldn't be the first American "allie" to turn to the Red Dragon for patronage. Many former Yankee client states in Africa and Latin America have chosen this route. So why not the Saudi's? China is a conservative illiberal republic founded on Confucianist values with one of the worlds fastest growing middle classes. Sounds like a perfect match to me.
My point here is that unlike Saudi Arabia and the United States, Iran and China are reliable partners. So why are both the Saudis and the Americans who have lowered themselves to doing their bidding so allergic to reliable. The answer is as simple as it is ugly: Because Saudi Arabia and America are empires founded on plunder and empires thrive on chaos. America doesn't want stability in the Middle East even if it means one-upping the Russians and the Chinese. They want the Middle East broken and dependent so they can justify their existence to both their own citizenry and the world at large. What good is the United States without a war or five to fight. In that context it makes perfect sense for them to allie with a nation that exports jihad like a raw commodity.
Similarly, the Saudis don't want a stable papa nation keeping tabs on them and telling them how to burn their money. They want a surrogate who is bleeding and desperate. They want an empire that throws around weapons like Mardi Gras beads as it crashes and burns. In short, the Saudis want a sponsor as fucked up and reckless as they are. So it's little wonder that they became the one establishment order to welcome the Donald into the fold with open arms once their prize stead (S)Hillary busted herself lame on the election hurtle. After all it doesn't get much more fucked up than Trump. It's the perfect match. A marriage made in hell. A bloated, discolored, greedy old scam artist farting his way through one last con and a budding, swarthy, young psychopath on the cusp of despotism. Donald Trump and the Crown Prince are like the Sid and Nancy of international violence. Nicholas Sparks couldn't come up with a grander romance. Call it, The Arabian Candidate and sell it at the airport for ten bucks a pop.
Ain't love grand, dearest motherfuckers.
Peace, Love and Empathy- CH
Soundtrack: Songs that influenced this post.
Head Like A Hole By Nine Inch Nails
Losing My Religion By REM
Chainsaw Gutsfuck By Mayhem
Rock The Kasbah By The Clash
Violet By Hole
Reign In Blood By Slayer
Everyone Wants To Live Forever By The Flaming Lips
Pleasure By Feist
Peace Sells By Megadeath
Just Like Henry By Dressy Bessy
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