The Struggle for Bottom Unity in an Age of Division

"The most interesting political questions throughout history have been whether or not humans will be ruled or free, whether they will be responsible for their actions as individuals or left irresponsible as members of society, and whether they can live in peace by volitional agreements alone."

-Karl Hess

“We've got to face the fact that some people say you fight fire best with fire, but we say you put fire out best with water. We say you don't fight racism with racism. We're gonna fight racism with solidarity.”

-Fred Hampton

Solidarity is a bitch when everyone who can afford a knife is slitting each other's throat. That's the nasty little limerick that keeps playing on repeat in my skull like a mantra as populist grassroots uprisings devolve into bitter proxy wars between roaming tribes of bitter proles, killing each other over which oligarch's name they have scrawled across their battle flags. Everyone wants to pick sides. Everyone is trolling for convenient scapegoats. I just see poor people killing poor people while two sick rich candidates arrange their corpses into clever platforms to stand on and promote more war from. The splintering of the George Floyd Uprisings into partisan turf warfare doesn't just rip up my already bleeding heart because I had so much hope for the revolutionary potential now being squandered. It kills me because I have people on both sides of these gorey shenanigans and they should both be on the same damn team. All poor people should be, regardless of race or even politics.

This philosophy, the crazy little idea that what defines the revolutionary struggle for a better world isn't about who's on the left or the right but who's on the top or the bottom, is known as Bottom Unity. It's an oddly Marxian libertarian philosophy that serves as the cornerstone to my whole belief system. You see, dearest motherfuckers, I am what's known as a Panarchist, essentially an anarchist against adjectives. Even though I personally subscribe to a kind of Sorel-in-Drag Queer Syndicalism, I believe that the only way this whole anarchism gig works is if every tribe is free to construct their own private utopia, provided that it be completely voluntary and that it minds its own damn business vis a vis a non-aggression pact. In advocating this ideal I've become a strange sort of revolutionary ambassador, forming ties with weirdos across the political spectrum. This is how I've built an audience, I lovingly call my dearest motherfuckers, which stretches from Antifa to Boogaloo, and this is why the violence of the last several weeks sickens me so deeply.

When those fucking pigs lynched George Floyd at the height of a virulently unconstitutional socioeconomic lockdown, something deep inside the spirit of the American dispossessed snapped like tinder and an explosion of righteous fury swept across every corner of this deeply sick nation. While the conmen of the news class chased fires like chickens with their heads cut off, I saw something they were clearly too willfully blind to see in the blaze. I saw hope. I saw a country tired of being pushed and united in pushing back. I knew full well the odds of it lasting uncorrupted were stacked against me, but for one brilliant flaming moment, the revolutionary potential seemed endless. Then the charade of our fakakta election circus leaked in and tainted blacktop direct democracy with its fraudulent pseudo-representative cousin. And suddenly motherfuckers started shooting each other instead of aiming their righteous fury where it belonged at the police and the filthy fucking oligarchs they protect and serve. In classic bottom unity fashion, I'm not here to pick sides. Not because I'm some kind of genderfuck Gandhi but because you're all fucking guilty.

The Militia Movement might be guiltier than most. After all they're the motherfuckers breaking bread with the enemy. Libertarian gun culture has always had its quirks and bad actors but the shit has gotten ridiculous. Somehow an armed agrarian movement against any form of government regulation higher than a city council has been heinously perverted into a mob of bootlicking pigfuckers with the gag reflex of a bukkake porn starlet. Blue Lives Matter? Motherfucker Blue Lives shot unarmed women at Ruby Ridge and burned babies alive at Waco. Wake the fuck up. In post-Clinton Crime Bill America there is less separating your local heroes in the police from the feds than ever. I blame the influence of Trump. That race baiting huckster hijacked right wing populism and made you all dependent pussies bowing to his cheesy cult of personality.

Militia folk need to recall their Sovereign Citizen roots and act a little bit more like Ammon Bundy, the Malheur raider who has come out in support of Black Lives Matter and defunding the police from the standpoint of a good old boy who doesn't want the government's jackboot on anyone's neck. Defending small business is one thing. I've got no beef with rooftop Koreans. But a bunch of bougie brats with paintball guns from the burbs cruising in pick-up trucks to someone else's city to troll shell-shocked protestors is just hillbilly colonialism. Stop kissing the government's ass and begging city slickers to shoot you for it. This ain't what Karl Hess fought for. If that motherfucker could build bridges between the Old Right and the New Left by sharing a spliff with the Weather fucking Underground then you should be able to shout 'Black Lives Matter!' with a mouth full of chaw and an AR cradled in your arms.

This doesn't mean BLM gets off easy, though I may have to temper my vitriol a bit to adjust to the fact that I'm a Queer Celt addressing people of color. I don't think any sane sentient creature can argue with the logic that all lives can't matter until Black lives matter, but I do feel like many members of the movement along with their pale faced allies have lost site in the heat of the rhetoric of the fact that a lot of other lives are in the crosshairs of our homicidal police state too. Brown lives, red lives, trans lives and yes even some white lives. If you're a poor person in this country then your life is expendable. The American police system was designed to protect and serve property and property owners. For centuries this meant straight white cis-men and that's how white supremacy got grandfathered in to our classist system as an institutional menace. You can't fight a class war without fighting white supremacy, but you also can't fight white supremacy without fighting a class war. The two have become interchangeable.

So while yes, Black lives matter, you could just as accurately say poor lives matter. BLM matters because Black people have every right to fight for their own but even they could benefit a hell of a lot more from solidarity than patronage. That means building a network of allies that includes some of those rednecks with ARs. The trailer park will always share far more common ground with the projects than Capitol Hill. Fred Hampton realized this and lead the Chicago chapter of the Black Panther Party to form a strategic armed alliance with William "Preacherman" Fesperman's Young Patriots Organization, a radical coalition of hillbilly migrant workers from Appalachia who proudly displayed rebel flags on their jean jackets. You think Hampton was down with that George Wallace horseshit? Fuck no. But Fred Hampton, just like Karl Hess and Ammon Bundy, was down with Bottom Unity.

The chaos erupting in the streets has been a long time coming. Empires don't grow peacefully and they don't collapse peacefully either. But the only way poor people are gonna ride this out and build a better world on the ashes is to stop slitting throats and start practicing solidarity. It ain't easy. The system put a lot of time and money into traumatizing poor people of every color and pitting us against each other. But it's never too late to make things right. Libertarians and leftists need to let bygones be bygones and join forces to the settle the score with the vile forces of the American Empire, once and for all. Lets get together, brothers and sisters, and make some motherfucking history by making these motherfuckers history. 

Peace, Love, & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack; songs that influenced this post.

* Garbageman by the Cramps

* (un)Knowing by Young Jesus

* We Can Work It Out by the Beatles

* Sometimes Always by The Jesus & Mary Chain and Hope Sandoval

* Life On Mars by David Bowie

* Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine

* Ruff Ryders Anthem by DMX

* All My Friends by LCD Soundsystem

* Instant Karma by John Lennon

* I Against I by Bad Brains

The Lonesome Death of the Liberal Social Justice Warrior

 Joseph Biden killed the liberal social justice warrior with a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger at the Democratic National Convention in Milwaukee, and blue lives were called in to matter, and his weapon took from him, as they rode him in custody down towards the White House, and booked Joseph Biden for Democratic nominee for president of these United States of Hysteria. But you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears, take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for your tears.

Yes, dearest motherfuckers, we stand here today to pay our respects to a pain in the ass. For with the nomination and all too likely election of one Joe Biden and Kamala Harris, that once thriving moral upstart known as the white liberal social justice warrior is as good as dead, bleeding out from cane related injuries on the white marble floor of Eva Longoria's palatial Beverley Hills mansion, murdered in an act of domestic violence by her own racist party for reasons as tragic as they were inevitable. Her memory and the rhetoric of her cause live on in the cruel minstrel shows of her killers as they dress up the same neoliberal policies in the clothing of a movement that was supposed to end them.

The social justice warrior, for whatever it was worth, was much more than a collection of rude if often accurate stereotypes. The white upper-middle class progressive liberal arts student, downwardly mobile do to predatory loans, and committed to everybody getting along or else she'd tell the dean on you, was essentially the future of the Democratic Party. Much like the hippies of yore, the SJW represented a new spirit for a new liberal America, and as condescending as she could be, she really wasn't all that bad. She wanted many of same things I do and that I suspect many of you, my dearest motherfuckers, do as well. An end to the incestuous marriage of government and the predator class of corporate lobbyists who pull it's strings. Equality for all minorities big and small, Black and brown, Queer and straight. And an end to the casual daily obscenities of systemic racism and rape culture. My only real beef with the bitch was her shifty priorities. She stole the left's attention away from the unspeakable atrocities and existential threat of the war machine and placed it gently in a box of genteel political correctness that could fit easily in any polished war criminals Prius.

There was a time when I actually thought this might just be the future of our dear empire. With the rise of Bernie Sanders, MeToo, and Black Lives Matter in an era of Trump hysteria, I figured the Clintonian Democratic machine would finally concede and embrace many of the squishy social democratic tendencies of modern day Europe, so long as they were still aloud to blow up the Third World and seek nuclear oblivion with Russia. In fact it seemed like the perfect cover. Few people would see a storm trooper coming in Birkenstocks and a dashiki. Every drone strike would be like Helter Skelter all over again. It seemed to me like a disturbingly brilliant way to sell forever war to sensitive millennials, but I underestimated the absolutely stupid greed and brazen pig headedness of the neoliberal class which has reigned supreme in the Democratic Party since the Clintons barnstormed the bitch in the early Nineties.

The Democrats selection of candidates for the 2020 ticket made this abundantly clear even to many dreamy eyed SJW's. The nomination of Joe Biden and Kamala Harris throttled the white progressive do-gooder agenda with three swift blows of old Joe's cane, one to the so called Bernie Sanders Revolution, one to the MeToo Movement, and one to Black Lives Matter, which might be the only movement gritty enough to survive its wounds without the gauze of neoliberal assimilation.

The Sanders Revolution was an inside job from the drop. A do-nothing senator from the whitest state in America, self-proclaimed democratic socialist Bernie Sanders has long served the roll as the Clinton Parties Red Diaper Mascot, an independent in name only who the party could drag out from time to time to preserve what remained of it's Sixties counterculture cache. While Bernie talked big on pie-in-the-sky social welfare programs, he dutifully and quite vocally supported every war crime ever committed by a Democratic administration and consistently voted for the bloated bipartisan defense bills that raided our GDP of the kind of tax revenue necessary to achieve Bernie-grade Scandinavianization. To put it frankly, Bernie Sanders is little more than our military industrial complexes token social democratic stooge, and his so-called Revolution seeks to serve those same masters by serving up the wayward SJW masses to the cannibals in the Clinton-Biden wing of the party. Bernie made it painfully clear from the beginning that he had every intention of blindly backing the party nominee and delivering his flock up to the slaughter, but his sheep went rabid.

So called Bernie Bros took the word revolution seriously and fought the blatantly corporate campaigns of Hillary and Biden with a ferocity that made their own candidate look like an anemic kitten by comparison. The party got scared. One of Hillary's carefully constructed color revolutions had finally come back to bite her in the ass. And so the Democrats rigged not one, but two primary elections against their strongest candidate, using every weapon at their disposal, from the kind of brazen voter suppression they periodically (and rightfully) cane the Republicans for engaging in to outright character assassination coordinated by the parties pseudo-neutral central intelligentsia. The mainstream media jumped in too, proving that it wasn't so much liberal as neoliberal in slant. They gave Bernie less coverage than Vermin Supreme even when he was the presumptive nominee, and then slimed him left and right when he nearly decapitated Biden in the early primaries. The truth is the Democrats never really feared Bernie. He remains a compliant booster for his supposed enemies in the party to this day. The DNC feared the company Bernie kept. Fiery SJW sweethearts like the Muslim half of the Squad who turned criticism of holy Israel mainstream and lacked the kneejerk compliance of their geriatric master. So their revolution was sabotaged with a swing of Biden's cane. 

The MeToo movement served the Democrats quite well during the rise of Trump. After all, the Orange Creep and everyone he played golf with appeared to be a rapist of one kind or another. This feminist movement really showed its fangs during the Brett Kavanaugh hearings and quickly became a force to be reckoned with. In hindsight, they should have seen the screwjob coming when their parties leadership gave that teenage date rapist a lifetime pass to the Supreme Court. The moment the totally valid accusations of Tara Reade surfaced against her former employer, Joe Biden, MeToo was rapidly gutted from the inside out. Vocal members of the movement suddenly fell silent while some of its most visible supporters like Alissa Milano rallied around their favorite accused rapist. Even MeToo's founder, Tarana Burke, declared that there was at least one woman she didn't believe. The same mainstream press that had boisterously championed the movement as the future of gender relations just weeks earlier rapidly resorted to Fox News-like tactics of character assassination against Reade, calling every single sin from her past into question including her mental health and social reputation. By Milwaukee, MeToo had been erased from the conversation completely. Only Rose McGowan remained beneath Biden's cane.

As for Black Lives Matter, another movement that has exploded well beyond the intentions of its handlers in the non-profit industrial complex, the very existence of the Biden/Harris ticket and the movements refusal to hold it to the same scrutiny as Trump will be its downfall unless it publicly divorces itself from America's other white supremacist party, but their fickle white liberal social justice warrior allies appear to already be whipped into submission by the empty spectacle of the first Black female VP. This offensively fetishistic infatuation with a glorified gulag warden and the tolerance afforded to a lifelong servant of carceral capitalism like Biden confounds and infuriates me. Joe Biden is one of the architects of the Clinton Crime Bill, that sickening gift to the prison industrial complex that has sent Black lives back to the status of Jim Crow, and Kamala Harris was one of the many vain psychopathic attorneys who used this apartheid state to build a career on the battered bones and torn flesh of the people of color she pretends to represent. If BLM is allowed to be appropriated like SJW then welcome to NWO, where even Black lives rep white power.

As bitter as I am about these movements and there flippant hypocrisy, I don't want to be right about this. I would much rather have those politically correct virtue signalers remain a pain in my ass on the streets than see them become neutered lapdogs of the 1 percent. At least in the direct democracy of the streets they can be a pain in powerful's ass too. But hope seems to be in short supply these days and I have to sing it like I see it, even when the lyrics burn. The SJW, at least as a force anything authentic, is as good as dead, and even a sour bitch like me has to shed a tear.

The liberal social justice warrior was a pale servant of the ghetto, she was much younger than me and gave birth to several movements, who carried the signs and took to the streets and never once to the Oval Office and didn't even talk to the lobbyists there and emptied the hash from the hash pipes on a whole other level, got killed by a blow lay slain by a cane that sailed through the air and came down through the room, doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle, and she never did nothing to threaten Joseph Biden. But all you dearest motherfuckers who philosophize, disgrace, and criticize all fears, take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for your tears. Put that rag in a bottle filled with gasoline and when you shout Black lives matter, show these cunts what you mean.

Peace, Love, & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack; Songs that influenced this post

*  The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll by Bob Dylan

*  Graceland Too by Phoebe Bridgers

*  All Flowers In Time Bend Towards the Sun by Jeff Buckley & Elizabeth Fraser

*  Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen

*  Like a Rolling Stone by the Drive-By Truckers

*  Sour Girl by Stone Temple Pilots

*  Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 by Bob Dylan

America's Secret War On Black Anarchism in Somalia

"All power is truly in the hands of the people, and in the end the people will win."

-Kuwasi Balagoon

With November rapidly approaching and a Biden victory appearing more and more plausible, Donald Trump, our petulant man-child in chief, looks to have chosen the Culture War as his Alamo, forgoing his previously hip harangues against those plague spewing Chinese communists for more homegrown boogeymen. It's now Chicago, not Beijing, that offers the true threat to American exceptionalism, and two time honored tropes of American conservative bigotry in particular have been dusted off to frighten elderly white suburbanites to their diseased polling places, the Blacks and the Anarchists. To hear Trump and company tell the tale, our Democratically run cities are being burned to the ground by a motley crew of nappy-headed Willie Hortons and their lawless Antifa-fied honky allies, and for once, the GOP has set their sites on a legit threat to their morally bankrupt way of life.

Anarchism has always been the deadliest foe to authoritarian structures for the simple fact that it's the hardest school of radicalism to commandeer. When done right, there are no leaders to be bought off, no central authority to sabotage, just an autonomous grab bag of pissed off kids shouting "Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!" Similarly, Black people have always been a minority treated as an existential threat to the majority because of their seemingly unstoppable resilience in the face of unimaginable odds and their generations of startlingly successful resistance to cultural assimilation. The White menace of Anglo-American Capitalism has claimed every pale negro from the Jews to the Irish, but the Blacks have remained its most stubborn foe. Everyone from Hoover to Lenin has observed that if America has a revolutionary class it is the one we brought in chains to build this infernal experiment rotting on the hill. The biggest mistake that Trump and both his slovenly followers and reactionary detractors alike make is assuming that these Turner Classic boogeys, the Anarchists and the Blacks, are mutually exclusive. You can just here crusty Old Man Biden retorting at a debate, "Anarchists ain't Black!" Oh yes they are, you pandering zombie, yes they most certainly are.

While the majority of the much hyped Antifa allies to Black Lives Matter are most certainly of the pale-faced variety, a growing contingent of young Black urban warriors are embracing a decidedly stateless mindset. One of the most effective and fearsome of this class combatting police aggression in the Seattle area are the Salish Sea Black Autonomists who have expanded the fight against the police state to its womb in the state itself, and this is no anomaly. Black folks have played pivotal roles in the larger American Anarchist Movement going back to Lucy Parsons, and the modern Black Anarchist Movement has its roots in the same gorey gears of the Prison Industrial Complex that the George Floyd Uprisings have rightfully placed front and center as the root of post-Jim Crow Black oppression.

Imprisoned veterans of the 60's/70's Black Liberation Movement like Ashanti Alston and Kuwasi Balagoon found themselves disgruntled with the limitations of Black Panther Maoism behind bars and embraced a radical blend of Black Nationalism and Afrocentric Anarchism that looked towards traditional African tribal societies for inspiration above the White liberal chauvinists of the much celebrated European Enlightenment. This synthesis of post-modern identity politics and stateless resistance served as a major influence for my own idiosyncratic post-White interpretation of Queer Anarchism. But Black statelessness stretches well beyond our borders and Seattle isn't the first place America has declared war on it. Back in the Dark Continent of Africa itself, the American War Machine has waged a decades long campaign against Black Anarchism on the Horn of Africa, and all anarchists do themselves and their comrades a great disservice to ignore this battle just because it rarely captures the attention of the mainstream media. 

Somalia's turbulent modern history is sadly less than unique for a former African colony. Once a prosperous guild of sultanates maintaining one of the regions most important shipping routes, by the Twentieth Century Somalia had been chewed up and spit out by the Portuguese, the Ottomans, the British, and the Italians. After the empire shifting cataclysm of the Second World War, the British arbitrarily partitioned the Muslim Somali people between what is now recognized as Somalia and the Western allied Christian Monarchy of Ethiopia. The US consistently sided with the deeply Islamaphobic Ethiopians in there numerous attempts to subjugate the quasi-socialist Somali Republic until Ethiopia itself fell to a Marxist-Leninist military junta known as the Derg in 1974. 

It didn't take us long to not only shower Somalia's creepy Hitler-stashed strongman Siad Barre in American Dollars and weapons but to also back a suicidal attempt by him to retake Ethiopia's long oppressed Somali Ogaden Region, which ended with the decimation of most of Somalia's military, leaving them conveniently crippled and dependent. This was actually one of the milder acts of savagery by Barre who would also use his American guns in the long forgotten Isaaq Genocide of the late 80's, which claimed the lives of unknown hundreds of thousands of members of the Isaaq Clan, largely to solidify Barre's post-Ogaden dominance amongst the nation's increasingly disgruntled clans. Just another manic Monday for American funded Cold war savagery.

But as the Cold War came to a close and, perhaps more importantly, Ethiopia's communist regime subsequently came apart at the seems, the US lost it's enthusiasm for Mr. Barre and left him to be run out of Mogadishu by the remaining clans he didn't exterminate. After a badly botched Clintonian "Humanitarian" intervention that ended in several massacres of Somali civilians and the frankly well deserved revenge ambush of Black Hawk Down mythology, America finally did Somalia a solid and fucked off for a minute. And here's where things get truly interesting. After a couple more years of violent infighting, Somalia found more stability than any communist or capitalist regime had ever provided them by leaning back on the pre-colonial and totally stateless Xeer legal system, overseen by what became known as the Islamic Courts Union.

Snide western journalists point to this era between 1994 and the American backed Ethiopian intervention of 2007 as being one governed by lawlessness and savagery, but ask any Somali refugee who actually lived through those years and they'll likely tell you that this was the closest thing to peace and prosperity that they had ever known. It was far from perfect. Fighting among rival clans continued as it always had, but over all, the Islamic Courts Era was one of unprecedented stability and it did indeed occur in a state of pure anarchy. A coalition of civilian tribal elders oversaw a fluid legal system that allowed the countries numerous clans to settle disputes between each other and otherwise essentially govern themselves. There was zero monopoly on police and judicial functions and the rule of law was upheld by agreements based largely on uniquely Somali takes on property rights and Sharia law. There were no prisons and no central governments but rather multiple tribal governments overlapping and coexisting in Somalia's notoriously pastoral and nomadic clans. Most of these clans were entirely voluntary in nature, and movement between clans was common, with many having more adopted members than those born into them. The legal system was largely compensatory in nature rather than vengeful and punitive. Crimes required victims and victims received compensation for their losses. Judges were largely autonomous and those who didn't command the respect of their communities simply weren't sought to oversee disputes.

It's entirely too common for white western anarchists to look at such indigenous systems and anything outside the official dogma of traditional Eurocentric theory as some kind of blasphemy. The idea of Sharia Law coexisting with statelessness boggles the Chomskyite mind, but this is the solution to the biggest flaw in most anarchist thought. A stateless society on a global level will inevitably be local and thus largely cultural in nature. True anarchism can only succeed if it is aloud the ability to change shape from clan to clan. Internationalism is just a heap of bunk, an idea that is far more authoritarian in nature than any tribal custom. It's also quite racist. White left anarchists need to get off their high red horse and embrace the fantastic dangers of diversity. The Islamic Courts worked because it followed the only true anarchist value deserving of the concrete universalism of dogma, it was entirely voluntary in nature. This is why it succeeded and this is why it had to be crushed. The Islamic Courts failed because its western anarchist allies failed to defend them from the arsenals of our own empires, the ones we're supposed to appose. We chose phony internationalism over inconvenient solidarity and Black lives were crushed for our closed minded dogma.

It didn't take long for America and its quislings in Kenya and Ethiopia to realize that the only true threat posed by the Courts was the threat of a good example. If Somalia could thrive without a western government babysitter then why not the next clan or the one after that. The farce of arbitrarily drawn borders and jerry-rigged nationalism would disintegrate like sand. It had to be stopped. In 2005 a strange wave of assassinations and disappearances plagued the judges of the Courts. Rumors began to spread of US black ops lurking in the region. Local warlords, displaced and disempowered by the Courts, began to cry "Terrorism!" to western money changers, pointing to the presence of fundamentalists on the Courts. They conveniently left out the fact that the majority of the judges and the majority of the judges disappeared were in fact moderates. Regardless, the warlords and westerners alike seemed keen to frame their war on Black Anarchism as part of the amorphous and endless War on Terror. It paid off when a ragtag coalition of local extremists sympathetic but largely separate from the Courts emerged to lash out in revenge. Al-Shabaab proved to be the perfect boogeyman and the perfect excuse for the US to greenlight a brutal neocolonial Ethiopian intervention in 2007 that crushed the Courts and empowered the terrorists they supposedly came to confront.  

Since then Somalia has become a drone strike killing field littered with disposable black bodies. While anarchists rightly observe local victims of American white supremacy like George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and Freddie Gray as martyrs of the police state, why don't we afford the same respect to their brothers and sisters back in Africa? On April 6, just 49 days before the lynching of George Floyd, Abdl Osman Keerow, Goorar Maday, and a 70 year old woman named Xuailyo Muure Marow were slayn by three American missiles in a densely populated neighborhood of Jilib. Just over two months after Floyd, on July 29th, three children, 8 year old Abukar Ahmad, 12 year old Abdisamad Hussein, and 13 year old Abdullah Mohamad were slaughtered the same way in the same city by the same government that was firing live rounds into Blacks and anarchists and Black Anarchists at the same damn time in cities across America. My question, is where were their signs? Where was their graffiti? Where are the hashtags claiming their names and their black bodies as part of the same damn struggle?

I may not be Black but I am an anarchist, and those names and the courage of the Islamic Courts Union are part of my struggle to break free from the same imperial masters we share. I hope that someday those Black lives matter too, because they matter to me.

Peace, Love, Empathy, & Solidarity- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs that influenced this post.

*  Killing in the Name Of by Rage Against the Machine

*  Paper Planes by MIA

*  Dancing Choose by TV on the Radio

*  Manic Monday by the Bangles

*  I'm a African by Dead Prez

*  Heroes by David Bowie

*  Wolf Like Me by TV on the Radio

*  Walk Like a Panther by Algiers

*  Voices Carry by Sky Ferreira

*  Sailing On by Bad Brains

* Allah, Mohammed, Char, Yaar by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan & Party

Kamala Harris Is No Ally to Transwomen

 

“I have never really understood exactly what a ‘liberal’ is, since I have heard ‘liberals’ express every conceivable opinion on every conceivable subject. As far as I can tell, you have the extreme right, who are fascist racist capitalist dogs like Ronald Reagan, who come right out and let you know where they’re coming from. And on the opposite end, you have the left, who are supposed to be committed to justice, equality, and human rights. And somewhere between those two points is the liberal. As far as I’m concerned, ‘liberal’ is the most meaningless word in the dictionary."

-Assata Shakur

"It's not progressive to be soft on crime"

-Kamala Harris

All the shiny chattering skulls of Cablenewsland seemed to be beside themselves with an almost euphoric sense of inspiration. There didn't appear to be enough words in the English dictionary to properly express their head over heels infatuation with our next vice president and beyond, Kamala Harris. Every botoxed buffoon from Joe Scarborough to Don Lemon was rendered dreamy eyed and stupid by Biden's choice of human shield. To hear them gush about it you would think Rosa Parks had risen from the grave, dawned a smart power suit, and road on eagle's wings to save them from the nightly ritual of verbal necrophilia that was necessary to keep old Joe's corpse looking presidential. All of history could now be divided into two categories; Before Kamala and after the Neoliberal Enlightenment. After all, this was 'It' wasn't it? This was the proof of the oligarchy's color blind benevolence, and now, all across this great country, the winds of change could be felt. Little black girls woke up to a new day because now they knew that they too could aspire to run the most corrupt system on earth as long as they learned to step on other poor brown girls to get there. Wow! Just like a Lisa Frank folder with unicorns for wardens. Magical.

This whole fucking charade makes me fucking sick to my soul. I don't know what it's like to be a Black woman in America seeing a face like yours in the spotlight like that. Maybe it is neat. All that I know is that as a genderqueer transwoman in this country, the ecstatic adulation over Kamala Harris feels like a fucking slap in the face. This woman isn't a goddamn civil rights icon. She's a career menace. A declared enemy of my people and many others (including her own) with the human rights record of a Third World caudillo. The kind of inspiring figure that could only be the product of the Prison Industrial Complex. I mean, what the fuck have we been in the streets marching for for months? Did we really torch fucking cop cars and carve the words 'Black Trans Lives Matter' into this empire's fickle flesh just to shit our britches over Kamala the Top Cop starring in the role of graycare babysitter to the last of the crumbling Dixiecrats? Is this really enough for you?! Cornel West?!! Really?!!!

Do I have to remind you all that this was the California Attorney General who rose drug convictions in that state by 18%, denied clearly innocent death row inmates DNA testing, and refused to release non-violent offenders from unconstitutionally overcrowded prisons because she didn't want to lose the slave labor? Do I really have to remind you people, my own people, my Queer and trans sisters of any shade, that this is the "Ally" who callously tossed transwomen to the wolves in men's prisons and then refused them basic medical care. Do you think Michelle Norsworthy feels inspired today? The suicidal transwoman who Kamala personally attempted to screw out of confirmation surgery and then told to go see a fucking shrink. California's own jenky-ass court system found this decision to be a violation of the 8th Amendment, cruel and unusual punishment, but Kamala says a few nice words, makes the totally unsubstantiated claim that she was secretly working for us behind the scenes, and now we're supposed to be fucking cool?

Apparently the assimilationist section of my community is cool with this shit. Treacherous pinkwashing cartels like GLAAD and the Human Rights Campaign have already washed their hands of Michelle and endorsed the Wicked Warden of the West. These are the same groups, mind you, who tarred Tulsi Gabbard for defending her father's homophobic religious beliefs in her early twenties. I guess if she just stuck to torturing Queer folk within the prison system she would have been groovy for take-off. Even more sickening, a few prominent transwomen of color like Pose's Angelica Ross have even gleefully allowed themselves to be commodified into tokens of Kamala's late term wokeness. "She's changed!" they plea to the rest of us like battered spouses while they conveniently ignore that even Kamala's newly LGBTQ friendly propaganda neglects to even address the healthcare needs of transwomen, most of them black, still rotting away in her fucking gulags for the high crime of selling their own bodies for survival. THIS is your ally?

If that was all I would still be pissed, but there's more, there's way fucking more. Even in her proto-presidential senatorial re-alignment phase when she broke her back to look progressive as fuck, Kamala was neoliberal trash through in through. Just like she turned a deaf ear to the cries of my people in her Golden State dungeons, Kamala has routinely spit on the convicts of another prison called Gaza, defending Israel's existential right to "defend" itself by carpet bombing that starving penal colony into oblivion. She even took time out of her busy virtue signaling schedule to entertain the genocidal goblins at AIPAC and pose for glamour shots with their Fuhrer, outspoken Jewish supremacist, Bibi Netanyahu. But who fucking cares about all these inconvenient details when we have the opportunity to elect another white supremacist pussy grabber for president with the first woman of a color as VP.?

This is what our so called democracy has come to. As both parties lurch further and further towards the direction of globalist authoritarianism, the GOP keeps its base in line with phony bromides to nativism and mythical wonder walls that never quite materialize in the desert. And the Democrats take the equally racist and condescending position of weaponizing tokenism. They can sell their woke children police state apartheid and nuclear holocaust as long as they get an autistic genderqueer paraplegic to inspiringly make the pitch. The candidates in the Democratic Primaries have taken on the cheesy multicultural kumbaya culture of the cast of Barnie and Friends, only every token minority has a body count that would make a T. Rex look like a damn gecko, and this is progress? Fuck that shit.

Call me politically incorrect, call me culturally insensitive, call me a bitter tranny bitch, call me whatever the fuck you want, dearest motherfuckers, but I don't give a shit what color you are, who you fuck, or how you self-identify, if you have made yourself rich, fat, and powerful oppressing my people or our comrades in the Third World, then you are my enemy, and I'd rather go to one of Kamala's jails for burning the ballot box then be caught stuffing your name in it.

Peace, Rage, & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack; Songs that influenced this rant.

*  Happy Shiny People by REM

*  Doll Parts by Hole

*  Everything Right Now by Arcade Fire

*  Your Best American Girl by Mitski

*  Under the Table by Fiona Apple

*  Blue Orchid by the White Stripes

*  Volcano Girls by Veruca Salt

*  Wonder Wall by Oasis

*  Modern Girl by Sleater-Kinney

*  Imitation of Life by REM

*  Softer Softest by Hole

Trump Isn't the Worst President, But He is the Most American

Donald Trump is the worst president in American History! That seems to be the downright unanimous opinion of every left wing wonk from here to Noam Chomsky, and I might have a bit more respect for the view if these throngs of progressive intellectuals weren't so goddamn smug about it. After all I've never been particularly tame in my criticisms of the son of a bitch myself. His penchant for pure evil is pretty well documented. Any human being who fucks with children the way he has at the borders deserves things I can't publicly advocate without being shipped off to Gitmo. As if that weren't enough, his role in the ongoing genocide in Yemen, the ethnic cleansing in the West Bank, and the downright apocalyptic baiting of Iran and China should make it crystal clear to anyone with half a working soul that Donald Trump is a world class bastard in the first degree. But the worst president in American history? I don't know, the Donald has some pretty stiff competition there.

First of all, we have to seriously ask ourselves what makes an American president the worst? Are we talking about intent or results? If worst is simply another word for failure than Trump leads the pack by a mile. But what does it really mean to fail when the job is essentially running the most violently despotic empire in human history? It's a bit like asking who's the worst Mafia don in Little Italy. If morality has anything to say about it then I would make the argument that the worst is the best. The most successful presidents are men who have done the most catastrophic damage at home and abroad and have completely gotten away with it with their reputations and the reputation of the evil empire they rep perfectly in tact. If this is the test, Donald flunks with flying colors. The man has been an absolute human tire fire, making an ass of himself on a daily basis and dragging the totally undeserved good name of the nation for which he stands down with him. Good. The world has lost respect for America on the world stage? Fucking great! They never should have respected this prolapsing anus of a genocide factory to begin with. In fact, allow me to be the first commie faggot to say, thank you Donald Trump, for setting the record straight, you psychotic race-bating imbecile. I really don't know what else to say. Karma couldn't do a better job.

Then who is the worst president in American history, you ask? It's kind of a trivial question, but I'm a petty bitch with way too much goddamn time on my hands thanks to Trump facilitated COVID hysteria, so fuck it, I'll go there. Why not? But you're probably not gonna like what you asked for. In my book, the title for worst, at least in modern history, goes to a three way tie between the widely celebrated progressive presidencies of Woodrow Wilson, Franklin D. Roosevelt, and Harry Truman, for the very simple fact that no other three presidents did more to establish America as a successfully violent modern day Rome abroad and a carefully centralized executive dictatorship at home. That was the real point of both World Wars and all the millions of bodies they claimed. It didn't have a goddamn thing to do with mom, apple pie, or fighting them over there so we didn't have to fight them over here. It was about preparing our plucky little ex-slave colony to take the place of the British on the world stage and the results extend well beyond the blast radius of Hiroshima. They include Korea, Vietnam, and Iraq. 

I would also argue that a close second place tie actually goes to Trump's three slovenly vaunted predecessors, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush, and yes, the left's beloved Barack Obama. These are the administrations, more than any others, who have gone to the most hysterically despotic and hyper-violent lengths to preserve Wilson, Roosevelt, and Truman's blood speckled American Century well after it has become abundantly clear that the party is over and keeping it going means a global Jonestown scenario. There is no resuscitating an empire in the throws of stage four decline. Any attempt to do so is beyond suicidal, it's downright genocidal. Another word for this self-destructive form of geostrategic denial is fascism. 

With America's pristine veneer of liberal democracy in a heap, Clinton, Bush, and Obama spent three successive administrations in total harmony creating a high tech dystopian global police state complete with shadow courts, armed drones, supermax prisons, and Patriot Acts galore. Every evil deed the Donald has actually shown a modicum of success with achieving was a gift from one or more of these three giants among bastards. Clinton turned the feds into an army, Bush invaded the Middle East, and Obama, the great progressive hope the left still seems to be so hopelessly in love with, built those fucking camps where Trump shipped the migrant children, began America's sponsorship for that damn genocide in Yemen, and provided that syphilitic orange man-child with a fleet of manhunting armed drones to stalk black lives with. These are great presidents, and that's precisely why they are the worst.

Lets face it children, the last three bastards made this orange bastard possible, and what has every leftist's least favorite president done with this bounty of lethal gifts? He's fucked it up. He's fucked everything up. He's failed to start a single war and he's tied most of the existing ones into knots with his completely incoherent foreign policy. He's reeked havoc at home, but it's not like he's even come close to getting away with it. Obama deported more Mexicans than Trump probably ever will and he won a fucking Nobel Peace Prize. Rolling Stone has given the psychopath his own nostalgia drenched collectors issue like Paul damn McCartney. Meanwhile, Donald Trump has made the American Empire a laughing stock with his buffoonery and this is the guy who makes Noam Chomsky and Medea Benjamin desperate enough to endorse a century old white supremacist to defeat him? Apparently Biden isn't the only one who's gone and lost his damn mind over the last four years. 

Donald Trump is not the worst president in American history. He's just not. That presumptuous notion is just categorically and empirically untrue and I don't give a fuck how unpopular it makes me to say so out loud. What Donald Trump is is the most American president in American history. Think about it, he's the perfect fiendishly decrepit mascot for an empire in free fall. A fat, greedy, pussy grabbing, Big Mac gobbling, corporate welfare cashing, old shyster on his last grift. A flatulent, race-baiting, social media trolling, double-dealing, megalomaniac who thinks he's never looked sexier sprayed Dorito orange and loudly shitting himself on live television. Donald Trump is America. He's Uncle Sam without the airbrushing, and that is precisely why the most evil people in this country, from Barack Obama to Dick Cheney, despise the motherfucker as much as we do, if not more so, because he is them. He's them without the charming mask of imperial sanity to hide behind. He's Wilson in a Klan hood. He's Truman giggling like a schoolgirl over Nagasaki. He's Bill without the saxophone and Obama without the charming diction. Donald Trump is America's mirror, look upon ye mighty and despair.

The most tragically hilarious thing about the American left's imperial anti-Trump hysteria is that it's the byproduct of the very lesser evil mental illness that the Donald thrives on. Responsible American propagandists have been shoving the sick delusion down our throats for generations that the patriotic thing to do is not just to vote but vote for one of two pre-approved, corporate sponsored, oligarchs in our two party duopoly. They don't even try to deny the fact that both choices are downright evil anymore. Of coarse they are! Democracy, they tell us condescendingly, is picking the least destructive psychopath, and that is precisely what America did in 2016. When the Rust Belt was given the option between a clearly incompetent psychopath who pissed off all the right people for all the wrong reasons, and a smashingly successful psychopath who spent the last two decades complicit in shipping their jobs to Mexico and their children to Iraq, these good old boys did exactly what they were instructed to do. They picked a man too goddamn stupid to be as evil as another fucking Clinton.  

And here we are now in 2020, and even the anarchists are telling us to suck it up and save America from despair by giving it a slightly more respectable psychopath to steer it around the icebergs. To this my only response is to ask why I should do anything to keep this juggernaut from sinking? You want me to pick a lesser evil? Well, which one even is the lesser evil here? I honestly can't even fucking tell anymore. I vote for which ever candidate on the ballot opposes the empire the lesser evils turned this country into, and that ain't Donald Trump or Joe Biden, so y'all can just kiss my irresponsible anarchist ass goodnight. Peg me a dreamer, dearest motherfuckers, but I'd rather be a bad American with a clean conscience than a morally feckless dupe any day of the week. Enjoy your scumbag pageant. I'm opting out.

Peace, Love, & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack; Songs that influenced this post.

*  See No Evil by Television

*  Every Tradition by Bully

*  This Must Be The Place by Talking Heads

*  The Prisoner by Iron Maiden

*  No One Else by Weezer

*  The Seether by Veruca Salt

*  TV Set by the Cramps

*  Please Let That Be You by the Rentals

*  Bloodletting by Concrete Blonde

*  Closing Time by Semisonic

*  Holiday Song by the Pixies

Pick a Cold War, Any Cold War!

 Oh what a democracy we have in America! What a free and vibrant land of choices we've created for ourselves on the graves of more primitive civilizations. We just have so many goddamn choices to chose from, it's enough to make a conspicuous consumer downright dizzy. We get to choose which dead-end box store to slave in for minimum wage beneath the tutelage of a 10th grade tyrant named Chip. We get to choose between several bloodsucking insurance cartels required by the Heritage Foundation socialism of Obamacare. We get to choose which Impossible Glop fast food franchise to slowly murder ourselves with, and if that fails to do the trick, we get to choose which caliber of bullet to snack on instead.

But best of all, every four years, our fine dystocracy allows us to pick which millionaire or billionaire will be the face of the corporate junta that runs our lives. We're usually provided two whole choices of despotic mascot to sell empire and gobalism to the masses, with a couple more jokers too sincere to be taken seriously running on Bush League third party tickets, and this year the choices are truly divine. Such a fine representation of our diverse multicultural melting pot. We have a geriatric, degenerate, white supremacist, sex criminal and we have a geriatric, degenerate, white supremacist, sex criminal endorsed by Noam Chomsky! Our cup runneth over! Best of all, this time our two candidates for syphilitic Kevorkian in chief are providing us with the ultimate in democratic choices. Which cold war nuclear holocaust do we all want to die in! Wowee!! Let's have ourselves a looksee, shall we?

In Joe Biden's dusty corner we have the tried and true boogeyman of Mother Russia. Cruise missile Democrats have been pushing for war with this colossal hulk of a rust belt superpower since Kennedy was in short pants. Why fuck with a good thing now just because it's staler than the roofied hard candy in old Joe's basement? We've been on a nostalgic bender over the last decade, blaming everything that does or doesn't go bump in the night on that Hanna-Barbera grade supervillain, Vladimir Putin. He's fucking with the elections. He's fucking with the thermostat. He's breaking into your house every night and dry humping on the furniture. Haven't you noticed that the love seat now reeks of caviar and Drakkar Noir? Worst of all, he's committing the most heinous crime any Russkie can commit. That little almond eyed bastard is fucking defending himself. The nerve!....

We try to set up NATO Nazis in Ukraine and he welcomes Crimea back into the fold? We work so hard facilitating another bottomless Wahabi shithole two block over in Syria and he goes and props up the region's last secular strongman? What a dick! Who the hell does this guy think he is, a world leader? It wasn't supposed to be this way. Why couldn't Putin be more like his mentor, Yeltsin. Washing down Washington semen with gallons of vodka and firing rockets into his own congress. Now that was a democracy CNN could get behind! Worst of all, our own current democratically elected strongman has grown sweet on Putin. Who cares if Russiagate was little more than a shoddy Tom Clancy knock-off. Who's gonna deny Trump is a Russian agent when he's only slapped seven-thousand new sanctions on the home base, torn up every existing missile treaty he can get his tiny baby carrot fingers on, and sent our Banderist quislings in Kiev a baker's dozen doomsday devices? Those sound like the actions of a Manchurian candidate to me. Get him, Joe! Save us from the world's most Russophobic Russophile.

But hold on to your horses, freedom loving patriots, because old Orange Tits over there has got himself his own cold war to pimp. A fresh, new, vibrant, sexy cold war designed for today's frisky empire on the decline. A cold war best sold by Trump's Secretary of Swamp, Mike Pompeo at some fertile garden party surrounded by other lively rich white people in floral hats and pressed white gloves. Mike shuffles his Gambino button man frame over to a single podium and proceeds to belch out a hoagie fart of grave warnings about the growing threat of an increasingly aggressive Chinese menace. To hear him say it, you would think the Red Army was goose stepping through the sewers of Peoria as we speak and they very well may be. After all, all the signs of an imminent threat to our precious bodily fluids are bright and garish, as John Darnielle once howled, far too many in number to ignore.

I mean, isn't it China who's been throwing aggressive "freedom of navigation" drills with their battleship fleet in the Gulf of Mexico, while stirring up support from our Caribbean neighbors over age old territorial water disputes? Wait, no, that's us in the South China Sea. Well those commie bastards are sticking their boney fingers in our mess, raising an international fracas over our immigration concentration camps out in our desert hinterlands. No? That's our game in Xinjiang, where we're running to the aid of the same Uyghurs we once shipped off to Gitmo? OK then, well what about the millions of dollars they've spent propping up violent protests in Portland under the onus of supporting democracy? What about that, smart ass? No? Well then where exactly do we get off financing violent riots in Hong Kong with the National Endowment for Democracy? Jeez, when you lay it all out like that, we kind of come across as the assholes here. Well, they have been going pee pee in our Coke for years, that we know for sure, and everyone knows bats are fluent in Mandarin.

So put on your government issue tinfoil hats and pick a cold war, dearest motherfuckers, any cold war. The best thing about this kind of once in a lifetime democratic decision is that it really doesn't matter much which one you pick. Either way we're pushing for suicide by empire as a solution to the unthinkable fate of a multi-polar Eurasian Century. The choice has never been more dire. Just remember, if you don't vote, not only are you a toxic garbage person that even Jesus couldn't love, you don't get to complain about the cannibalism when the CHUD's come to finish off our radiated corpses. The choice is yours, dearest motherfuckers. Choose wisely.

Peace, Love, & Empathy- Nicky/CH

Soundtrack: Songs that influenced this post.

*  Back In the USSR by the Beatles                                                                                                              *  China Girl by Iggy Pop                                                                                                                              *  Party At Ground Zero by Fishbone                                                                                                          *  Paint it Black by the Rolling Stones                                                                                                        *  Old College Try by the Mountain Goats                                                                                                  *  Do You Wanna Dance by the Ramones                                                                                                    *  Mariana Trench by Bright Eyes                                                                                                                *  Holland 1945 by Neutral Milk Hotel                                                                                                        *  The Words That Maketh Murder by PJ Harvey                                                                                        *  (Nothing But) Flowers by Talking Heads

When the Chickens Came Home to Roost In Portlandistan

Well folks, it's official, Donald Trump has declared war on America. Probably should have saw that coming. After all, I've long argued that our dayglow duce isn't an isolationist but merely the world's shittiest imperialist. After trying and failing miserably to bring fascism to Nicaragua and Venezuela, Trump has set his sites on targets much more suited to his America First brand of colonialism. The one war our asshole in chief has managed to wage successfully after all has been the federal government's war on undocumented brown children. He may have failed to give Israel Iran but he succeeded swimmingly at giving ICE Aztlan, setting up a veritable gulag archipelago of Chuckie Cheese concentration camps on the Rio Grande that would make Woodrow Wilson wet with envy. Now he's sicking those same feds on America's more belligerent third world neighborhoods, turning Seattle and Detroit into Managua and Caracas in a sad and evil attempt to fellate his flaccid poll numbers by publicly thrashing black people and their allies for demanding an end to police state apartheid. 

In no metropolis has this spectacle of tyranny been more blatantly grotesque than in the throbbing streets of Portlandia, where a long tradition of protest and direct action has been met with all the bleak and eerie force of an Orwellian dystopia. Crowds of mothers, hipsters, activists, and veterans have been repeatedly provoked into defending their right to free assembly nightly by category 4 storms of teargas, rubber bullets, and flashbang devices, often fired directly into waves of unarmed civilians. A bevy of unmarked mystery meat in full combat regalia has swelled the streets in formation like paunchy, Slim Jim chomping, gestapo in heat. Some of them cruising the café lined avenues in windowless glorified rape vans, kidnapping random baristas and disappearing them like Operation Condor while a swarm of hopefully unarmed drones watched it all unfold from above. This is the kind of war Trump believes he can win. Portlandistan! Where the war comes to you...  

Thank god for anarchists, who live to prove pompous bullies wrong. Every time the feds picked a fight with peaceful protesters, furious gutter punks in black weren't far behind to throw it back at them like a fucking teargas canister, victoriously denying Trump his cheap victory by making fools of his overarmed goons with little more than keffiyehs, firecrackers, and that attitude the Bad Brains use to shout about. Daniel Ortega should be proud. Say what you want about these kids but for 60 days Trump brought the war home and for 60 days these motherfuckers fed it back to him. Now he's forced to take Portlandistan on the road with his tail between his legs. 

We may have won this battle but the war is far from over. The biggest mistake the left can and all too often does make about the Donald's failed American interventions is to assume that they represent some kind of aberration, a nightmare we can all wake up from once November comes. This notion is absurdly childish. Donald Trump himself is the product of the inevitable decline of American imperialism. Everything he's done, everything he is, is anything but unprecedented. The only reason Trump has the power to declare war on our fed-up nation is because past regimes provided him the weapons designed to do just that. 

It was progressive do-gooders and never-Trumpers like Barack Obama and George W. Bush who militarized the executive office and turned the White House into an iron citadel with a ready squadron of armed drones at El Presidente's fingertips, not to mention the right to use them on any 12 year old American with a name scary enough for the papers to overlook. And it was glad-handing neoliberal racists like Bill Clinton and our feeble minded savior Joe Biden who turned our prison system into the finest plantation money can buy, and our police force into the kind of broken window fucking superbeasts that can keep this chattel industry populated with an endless supply of brown bodies to feast on. If you honestly believe that this shit is going to stop or even slow down with Trump gone then you're dumber than he is and probably shouldn't vote for anything less trivial than one of his reality TV competitions. Biden's gray-care handlers will turn down the more histrionic theatrics and keep this thing rolling on mute while the news conveniently finds something else to get upset about.

This is just what happens when imperialism comes home after decades of failure abroad. It brings all the charming trappings of it's garish banana republics home with it. With each passing day, as the American Century reaches its bloody twilight, Camelot looks more and more like Pinochet's Chile or Somoza's Nicaragua. The NSA, FEMA camps, ICE, warrantless wiretaps, black sites, no-knock raids, unmarked paramilitarios, these are all but chickens coming home to roost, and they expose the biggest flaw I see in otherwise heroic movements like Black Live Matter and many of their left-anarchist allies. They seem to suffer from a total lack of awareness that their struggle extends far beyond this nations faulty borders. I have yet to hear any of the supposed leaders of these movements point out that the prison industrial complex, which they righteously condemn, is inseparably intertwined with the military industrial complex, which they refuse to acknowledge. They exist on a continuum of corporate state power that feeds the same fat masters and keeps us all in chains from Angola to, well, Angola. 

Quite possibly the fiercest foe modern American tyranny has ever faced off against were the Black Panthers that BLM is often derisively compared to, but Huey Newton let it be known from day one that his party was a paramilitary movement developed to combat imperialism both at home and abroad. The Panthers and their allies across the Rainbow Coalition spectrum recognized that America's most impoverished communities, from Oakland to Appalachia, were nearly indistinguishable from the Third World nations that America sought to crush overseas, and they boldly declared allegiance to those oppressed comrades above their own occupying nation. I see this fire in the streets of Portlandistan, but where is the fury that connects it to our brothers and sisters struggling valiantly against the same beast in Yemen and the West Bank? Why do leaders in Black Lives Matter break bread with Fortune 500 monsters before that of the Houthi dragon slayers? I'm not grandstanding here, I seriously want to know.

I'm a devout anti-imperialist, dearest motherfuckers, the proud citizen of a stateless Queer nation, a third world nation of teenage runaways and streetwalking prostitutes. I want this movement to work, like many marginalized people, in many ways, I need this movement to work. I want the kids in the streets of cities across this fascist police state to win like they did in Portlandistan, only bigger. But a true revolution just isn't possible if you refuse to address the giant blood drenched elephant in the room, and I'm not talking about Trump.

Peace, Love, & Solidarity- Nicky/CH

This post is dedicated in loving memory to Garret Foster, who died building bridges between white libertarians and Black Lives Matter. His selfless courage stands bright and tall as a beacon of light in a bleak world. His death will not be in vain. Rest in power, comrade, rest in power.

Soundtrack; Songs that influenced this post.

*  Mountain Song by Jane's Addiction

*  Grounds by IDLES

*  Attitude by Bad Brains

*  In a Big City by Titus Andronicus

*  Surface Envy by Sleater-Kinney

*  Roll Me Through the Gates of Hell by Mischief Brew

*  Lexicon Devil by the Germs

*  Epic by Faith No More

*  Up the Wolves by the Mountain Goats

*  Superbeast by Rob Zombie