Pierre-Joseph Proudhon - the first to use the word an-archism (no government) in modern times
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
Governed
«You know it, and you permit it. To be governed is to be kept in sight, inspected, spied upon, directed, law-driven, numbered, enrolled, indoctrinated, preached at, controlled, estimated, valued, censured, commanded, by creatures who have neither the right, nor the wisdom, nor the virtue to do so.... To be governed is to be at every operation, at every transaction, noted, registered, enrolled, taxed, stamped, measured, numbered, assessed, licensed, authorized, admonished, forbidden, reformed, corrected, punished. It is, under the pretext of public utility, and in the name of the general interest, to be placed under contribution, trained, ransomed, exploited, monopolized, extorted, squeezed, mystified, robbed; then, at the slightest resistance, the first word of complaint, to be repressed, fined, despised, harassed, tracked, abused, clubbed, disarmed, choked, imprisoned, judged, condemned, shot, deported, sacrificed, sold, betrayed; and, to crown all, mocked, ridiculed, outraged, dishonored. That is government; that is its justice; that is its morality.»
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Review of «the Defenseless» by Amos Keppler
This is one of the few reviews I’ve written, one of the few I’ll ever write.Most of my few reviews I do because they’re worth it, and this is worth it beyond my ability to describe.
It… grabs you from the very first sentence and never let go. It grabs you harder, and painfully so, as the story progresses.
It’s about growing up in today’s brutal and beyond destructive society, about alienation, the beyond powerful desire for freedom and everything in one, boiling package.
I can guarantee you one thing: you’ve never read anything even remotely similar before.
If the reader’s eyes are closed they’re forced open quite fast. If he or she has any illusions of the world, they’re quickly deprived of such.
We follow three siblings and their friends through adolescence in a typical American suburb, but it could be virtually anywhere in the modern Western world. The stench of the blood flowing from open wounds is impossible to ignore. This isn’t a book for small children. Thank the Goddess!
I had the pleasure of reading it the first time several years ago. It only gets better the second time around.
Amos is a self-publishing author, and they’re the best kind, almost the only kind in today’s inhuman world worth reading.
We get honesty from that kind of author, that kind of artist. In this story it’s pervasive beyond belief. This is the world in all its horror and «glory». Be welcome to it.
No human being calling himself or herself radical should miss this book. No one should, period. Everybody should read it, and perhaps learn something crucial about the world they live in, about themselves, and be forever changed.
It is that explosive, that powerful, so filled with substance and fire.
And the best news of all: This is just the first of 12 - twelve - novels from Amos’ hand that will be published during the next three years.
Look out, society and tremble at your rotten core.
Saturday, August 07, 2010
A good thing
It is great when Gisele Bündchen speaks out in favor of breastfeeding. There is too much propaganda today for the formula shit people can buy at stores. Artificial is better, it says, than doing it the natural way, a statement used often today, in many areas. And many people listen when Gisele speaks, inevitably. A lot can be said about that, but at least in this, one case it’s a good thing.
Of course natural breast-milk is healthier and better for the child than that other shit. In fact that other shit is clearly downright harmful, because it’s woefully lacking in essential ingredients.
There are those women that for some reason or another are unable to nurse their children. I’m not going after them at all. I’m just pointing out yet another crucial truth present day humanity seems to have forgotten and misplaced.
Of course natural breast-milk is healthier and better for the child than that other shit. In fact that other shit is clearly downright harmful, because it’s woefully lacking in essential ingredients.
There are those women that for some reason or another are unable to nurse their children. I’m not going after them at all. I’m just pointing out yet another crucial truth present day humanity seems to have forgotten and misplaced.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Emphasis wrong
One of the many issues where mainstream pseudo-environmentalists and supporters of «green capitalism» get it wrong is energy, the entire topic yet another diversion from what everything is truly about.
Their focus is mainly on energy production, hardly even considering what it is used for. As long as the energy production itself produces less pollution it seems to be all right to these people. All kinds of new energy sources are being discussed, solar, thermal, wind and even the bad old nuclear, which is the very worst imaginable. This discussion is a diversion, a deceit, or at best: a totally wrong emphasis. To me the worst case scenario here, in this context would be the day we could literally draw energy from the very air. Then the Earth and all life on it would be doomed beyond salvation. The worst use of energy today isn’t the use of a few light bulbs here and there, or less water in the shower, which the discussion seems to be focused on, but what is used for the massive, constant Destruction we witness every second we live. More land is gobbled up by what Amos Keppler calls the World Grinder, more wilderness is covered by concrete, asphalt, glass and plastic. The modern, current human society does that, marching on to its mad tune, destroying everything in its path.
As Keppler and others are pointing out; it is humanity’s energy needs that must fall to virtually nothing, until we, literally speaking don’t leave more than a few footprints on Earth again during our entire lifetime.
As we see how Virgin America, Bravo TV and other grand polluters have had a sponsored top spot on the #earthday hashtags and Earth Day trending topic on Twitter today we know yet again what a massive propaganda machine is out there, even today, on Twitter and everywhere, especially today to fool people into thinking recycling, light bulbs, showers and other equally useless smoke and mirror undertakings are important, distracting them from the real issue.
I would say about 1 percent calling themselves green on the Internet and in human society as a whole is genuine. The rest is just out to make lots of bucks, to make a killing on Earth’s destruction, or they are playing useful idiots to them.
I don't know which the worst is of those two groups making out those 99 percent. It's about even, I guess.
Nothing is more important today than this, to see beyond the illusion and start fighting the true fight for humanity's future.
Their focus is mainly on energy production, hardly even considering what it is used for. As long as the energy production itself produces less pollution it seems to be all right to these people. All kinds of new energy sources are being discussed, solar, thermal, wind and even the bad old nuclear, which is the very worst imaginable. This discussion is a diversion, a deceit, or at best: a totally wrong emphasis. To me the worst case scenario here, in this context would be the day we could literally draw energy from the very air. Then the Earth and all life on it would be doomed beyond salvation. The worst use of energy today isn’t the use of a few light bulbs here and there, or less water in the shower, which the discussion seems to be focused on, but what is used for the massive, constant Destruction we witness every second we live. More land is gobbled up by what Amos Keppler calls the World Grinder, more wilderness is covered by concrete, asphalt, glass and plastic. The modern, current human society does that, marching on to its mad tune, destroying everything in its path.
As Keppler and others are pointing out; it is humanity’s energy needs that must fall to virtually nothing, until we, literally speaking don’t leave more than a few footprints on Earth again during our entire lifetime.
As we see how Virgin America, Bravo TV and other grand polluters have had a sponsored top spot on the #earthday hashtags and Earth Day trending topic on Twitter today we know yet again what a massive propaganda machine is out there, even today, on Twitter and everywhere, especially today to fool people into thinking recycling, light bulbs, showers and other equally useless smoke and mirror undertakings are important, distracting them from the real issue.
I would say about 1 percent calling themselves green on the Internet and in human society as a whole is genuine. The rest is just out to make lots of bucks, to make a killing on Earth’s destruction, or they are playing useful idiots to them.
I don't know which the worst is of those two groups making out those 99 percent. It's about even, I guess.
Nothing is more important today than this, to see beyond the illusion and start fighting the true fight for humanity's future.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Gestapo is alive and well, and living in Denmark
At the protests during the Copenhagen Climate Change meeting in December one policeman was particularly brutal to me. He kicked me to the ground, stepped on my arm, kicked me in the ribs so I couldn’t breathe or move, bent down, grabbed my arm and pulled it so hard that it broke. Then he striped me and dragged me off to The Cage with a lot of other, unfortunate victims that he and his colleagues decided to make a project of.
I was kept in The Cage with a lot of others during most of the day, while the pain in my arm just got worse and worse.
It was a particularly bad fracture the doctor told me. He found splinters in it, and he feared for long term damage, and he told me flat out he had never seen anything like it, and he had been with the Red Cross. What should just take a couple of weeks to heal took six, and I wasn’t certain I wasn’t permanently damaged until my last visit to the doctor earlier this week.
I filed charges against the policeman, of course, but I have done so before without any result, except for the fact that the harassment has turned worse. This time they have stayed away, though, probably because of all the general media coverage during the protests. We expect that the stalking will pick up again soon. It always does.
No journalists have covered my story, of course. I’m used to that, too. The established media is the tyranny’s lapdogs, an obvious fact everybody should realize.
It has taken me some time to digest this. I’m writing it down in a feverish rush, without thinking too much about it. I’m fine, though, even if the above described event is slightly worse than even I and my friends and tribe members are used to. It makes me more dedicated to fight on, not less.
I was kept in The Cage with a lot of others during most of the day, while the pain in my arm just got worse and worse.
It was a particularly bad fracture the doctor told me. He found splinters in it, and he feared for long term damage, and he told me flat out he had never seen anything like it, and he had been with the Red Cross. What should just take a couple of weeks to heal took six, and I wasn’t certain I wasn’t permanently damaged until my last visit to the doctor earlier this week.
I filed charges against the policeman, of course, but I have done so before without any result, except for the fact that the harassment has turned worse. This time they have stayed away, though, probably because of all the general media coverage during the protests. We expect that the stalking will pick up again soon. It always does.
No journalists have covered my story, of course. I’m used to that, too. The established media is the tyranny’s lapdogs, an obvious fact everybody should realize.
It has taken me some time to digest this. I’m writing it down in a feverish rush, without thinking too much about it. I’m fine, though, even if the above described event is slightly worse than even I and my friends and tribe members are used to. It makes me more dedicated to fight on, not less.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The language of oppression
Ways to dissuade children’s interest in science, technology, engineering and math
There are several children in our squatted house. Some of them have also reached the time where they would start school if they were a part of established society, and we also have teenagers. We keep them away as much as we can from that, of course, not letting that society teach them its language, the language of the oppressor.
That language is many things.
Children are taught greed from an early age. They learn how to place value on things, on trinkets and baubles. But most of all they learn a language alienating them, both from their own instincts and from nature, from Earth and life on it.
That language is science. Science has long since become the new religion, and among its many bad qualities is the fact that it teaches that the world and life on it is a Petri dish, one where an aloof humanity may poke and hurt any creature, including other humans for the sake of «knowledge», money and power.
We, the adults of the squatted house, being quite the resourceful bunch in many ways teach them differently, teach them about ancient humanity, about the value of life and unspoiled nature, how we hardly had any footprints then, and how we for countless generations left the Earth pretty much as it was when we were born. We tell them about the language of the oppressor, of civilization, but we certainly don’t teach it.
Civilization is many things, also about the insane need to build, to construct and destroy. We teach unschooling, deconstruction, independence and a diversity that is very far from the narrow chinks of civilization. Advanced technology is uncool, we tell them. Civilization is a Machine, forming all humans in its own image. We tell them how to avoid the pitfalls during adolescence, how to avoid being drawn into the maelstrom of society, how not to be dumbed down by a system of government doing its best to educate people to dependency and stupidity. They know, from an early age that science and advanced technology, engineering and math are inherently bad for us all, a part of an artificial construct destroying everything making life worth living.
We instruct them in ways to recognize the signs of brainwashing in the other children they interact with, an interaction we encourage, and give them feedback, in turn teach them the alternative to civilization, something that has yielded quite remarkable results. Other people’s children are visibly happier among us than they are among their own parents.
Civilization is a construct, we tell them, a Machine, and the Machine wants everybody to be its servants, its wheels within wheels. Science is about taking a tiny piece of reality and present it as all of it, a lie, a deception of the worst order. Building and expanding cities, constructing giant buildings of concrete, metal, glass and plastic is killing us all. Studying the language of death isn’t a noble pursuit. Rebelling against the Machine and all its works is.
Tyranny isn’t really about letting uniformed thugs loose on protesters, isn’t about making ever more oppressive laws. That is just the end product, the final touch when everything else is already in place. The main token of a successful tyranny is its language, something integrated into society’s foundation. Children today are tricked, more or less forced to give up a piece of themselves, one piece at the time. By the time they reach adulthood there is very little left of their humanity, and they are fooled into policing themselves, making the magistrates’ job fairly easy, a mere formality. It is practically a miracle if any of us, living today reach adulthood with any true cognitive thought left. The language of civilization shunts nature and all reality outside human perception and builds an ivory tower where almost all of us reside.
We simply teach children about the vast reality outside the tiny construct, that’s all, teach them how insignificant the construct truly is, and how glorious is the Universe outside the construct’s bubble.
There are several children in our squatted house. Some of them have also reached the time where they would start school if they were a part of established society, and we also have teenagers. We keep them away as much as we can from that, of course, not letting that society teach them its language, the language of the oppressor.
That language is many things.
Children are taught greed from an early age. They learn how to place value on things, on trinkets and baubles. But most of all they learn a language alienating them, both from their own instincts and from nature, from Earth and life on it.
That language is science. Science has long since become the new religion, and among its many bad qualities is the fact that it teaches that the world and life on it is a Petri dish, one where an aloof humanity may poke and hurt any creature, including other humans for the sake of «knowledge», money and power.
We, the adults of the squatted house, being quite the resourceful bunch in many ways teach them differently, teach them about ancient humanity, about the value of life and unspoiled nature, how we hardly had any footprints then, and how we for countless generations left the Earth pretty much as it was when we were born. We tell them about the language of the oppressor, of civilization, but we certainly don’t teach it.
Civilization is many things, also about the insane need to build, to construct and destroy. We teach unschooling, deconstruction, independence and a diversity that is very far from the narrow chinks of civilization. Advanced technology is uncool, we tell them. Civilization is a Machine, forming all humans in its own image. We tell them how to avoid the pitfalls during adolescence, how to avoid being drawn into the maelstrom of society, how not to be dumbed down by a system of government doing its best to educate people to dependency and stupidity. They know, from an early age that science and advanced technology, engineering and math are inherently bad for us all, a part of an artificial construct destroying everything making life worth living.
We instruct them in ways to recognize the signs of brainwashing in the other children they interact with, an interaction we encourage, and give them feedback, in turn teach them the alternative to civilization, something that has yielded quite remarkable results. Other people’s children are visibly happier among us than they are among their own parents.
Civilization is a construct, we tell them, a Machine, and the Machine wants everybody to be its servants, its wheels within wheels. Science is about taking a tiny piece of reality and present it as all of it, a lie, a deception of the worst order. Building and expanding cities, constructing giant buildings of concrete, metal, glass and plastic is killing us all. Studying the language of death isn’t a noble pursuit. Rebelling against the Machine and all its works is.
Tyranny isn’t really about letting uniformed thugs loose on protesters, isn’t about making ever more oppressive laws. That is just the end product, the final touch when everything else is already in place. The main token of a successful tyranny is its language, something integrated into society’s foundation. Children today are tricked, more or less forced to give up a piece of themselves, one piece at the time. By the time they reach adulthood there is very little left of their humanity, and they are fooled into policing themselves, making the magistrates’ job fairly easy, a mere formality. It is practically a miracle if any of us, living today reach adulthood with any true cognitive thought left. The language of civilization shunts nature and all reality outside human perception and builds an ivory tower where almost all of us reside.
We simply teach children about the vast reality outside the tiny construct, that’s all, teach them how insignificant the construct truly is, and how glorious is the Universe outside the construct’s bubble.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Why?
About a week ago (how time flies) I asked my followers on Twitter and others I know, on and off the Internet, quite a few of them fairly aware people usually standing by their convictions, why atheists or radicals or anti-consumers and similar celebrate Christmas. I did it for obvious reasons, since it most certainly flies in the face of everything they stand for, and because I was indeed curious, and I have always seen it as an irreconcilable contradiction.
I got quite a few replies and answers, all very polite. The reasons I was given were pretty much what I expected, family and tradition and habit, and a few prejudiced questions in return. There is no need to be specific, using names or aliases here. All and any response I got was pretty similar, except one, saying it appealed to his sense of irony, which was different, at least.
At least no one brought up Scrooge from Dickens’ A Christmas Carol this time. Thank the goddess for small favors. But there were people that insisted on claiming that I had had a bad experience of Christmas as a child, even if I repeatedly told them the opposite several times. Why should there necessarily be a bad childhood experience? There are plenty of reasons to loathe Christmas without it, on its own «merit».
One important factor was that my laidback, even polite question received far more replies and called far more attention to itself than my heart-wrenching story from Copenhagen, which says a lot about even the fairly radical and independent followers I keep on Twitter and friends I have on the Internet in general, and the world at large.
Is this a grave matter, you may ask. In my opinion it is. Sorry, guys, in my opinion celebrating Christmas, in any form, anything even resembling the Christian way or the consumer insanity or as a glue for society or encouragement for nationalism and an even longer list of additional negative factors is just plain wrong, a way of appeasing all the bad forces driving the «celebration». It is far more than an innocent get-together with family and friends. Some of you were clearly embarrassed, and you should be, and more. Christmas can never be reformed, can never be anything else, can never be justifiably defended. It’s just a bad thing.
The fact that most of you hadn't even been asked the question or didn't seem to have considered it before should tell a lot.
Habits are a thousand strands of a spider’s web later to become chains. Christmas is a dangerous and oppressive tradition that should be broken. It’s justifying so many bad things, and cementing both religion and consumerism in current society, and almost more important: It’s a part of the treacherous ongoing process pulling people back into an oppressive society they want little or no part of. It is training children, ruining them, if you like, to accept and even be excited about many things in life they should shun like a plague.
Say no to Christmas, now, and for all time, and crucially: to what it represents.
I got quite a few replies and answers, all very polite. The reasons I was given were pretty much what I expected, family and tradition and habit, and a few prejudiced questions in return. There is no need to be specific, using names or aliases here. All and any response I got was pretty similar, except one, saying it appealed to his sense of irony, which was different, at least.
At least no one brought up Scrooge from Dickens’ A Christmas Carol this time. Thank the goddess for small favors. But there were people that insisted on claiming that I had had a bad experience of Christmas as a child, even if I repeatedly told them the opposite several times. Why should there necessarily be a bad childhood experience? There are plenty of reasons to loathe Christmas without it, on its own «merit».
One important factor was that my laidback, even polite question received far more replies and called far more attention to itself than my heart-wrenching story from Copenhagen, which says a lot about even the fairly radical and independent followers I keep on Twitter and friends I have on the Internet in general, and the world at large.
Is this a grave matter, you may ask. In my opinion it is. Sorry, guys, in my opinion celebrating Christmas, in any form, anything even resembling the Christian way or the consumer insanity or as a glue for society or encouragement for nationalism and an even longer list of additional negative factors is just plain wrong, a way of appeasing all the bad forces driving the «celebration». It is far more than an innocent get-together with family and friends. Some of you were clearly embarrassed, and you should be, and more. Christmas can never be reformed, can never be anything else, can never be justifiably defended. It’s just a bad thing.
The fact that most of you hadn't even been asked the question or didn't seem to have considered it before should tell a lot.
Habits are a thousand strands of a spider’s web later to become chains. Christmas is a dangerous and oppressive tradition that should be broken. It’s justifying so many bad things, and cementing both religion and consumerism in current society, and almost more important: It’s a part of the treacherous ongoing process pulling people back into an oppressive society they want little or no part of. It is training children, ruining them, if you like, to accept and even be excited about many things in life they should shun like a plague.
Say no to Christmas, now, and for all time, and crucially: to what it represents.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Gitmo Copenhagen
I sit here, in a friend’s house, writing this down in a fairly relaxed manner. They're rounding up a lot of my friends, right now, in Liberty City, attacking them and dragging them off to The Cage, but I am fairly safe, since my friend isn’t on Gestapo’s list over my friends or even acquaintances (I hope). My arm is in a sling. It hurts, and the painkillers cloud my mind, but I am pleased to say that the Burning inside is still there, stronger than ever.
I can say, with confidence that I have lots of first hand knowledge of the events I’m about to describe to you. During the last week I’ve spent so much time in the cages in the «temporary» prison in Valby that it almost feels like home.
There is so much to share about my experiences the last few days and nights that I could write a book about it (and perhaps I will), but let me give you all a little taste, a few facts, a brief look into government terror against its own population.
This is a selection of what the police, the current Gestapo in Copenhagen has done to us and other protesters in the last few days.
They are bugging us, always harassing us. They have done that for years, and also increased the level of harassment weeks before the summit began.
When they attacked the protests they did so completely without provocation. They striped us (modern «handcuffs» made of plastic), took a random selection of the 100 000 people big protest rally and made people sit on the cold sidewalk, not allowing us to pee or shit or anything, and many of the inexperienced victims did it in their pants. We didn’t, having some idea what to expect. It was below zero, and we quickly felt like ice pickles, hardly able to move or feel our arms. Some of us tried to get up and walk away, but we were pushed back down. A boy hit his head and lay still for minutes. We screamed at them to help him, to get a doctor, anything, but they ignored us. When he woke up he looked totally out of it. We were separated from him later and never saw him again. The pee and shit in people’s pants froze. A girl was beaten harshly by a club. She had been screaming, or rather howling with an almost gone voice for minutes. They took her away eventually. We kept quiet. When you are threatened with brutal violence, unable to defend yourself you stay quiet.
Then they finally took us to The Cage, a number of cages actually in what they call an interim prison in Valby. It is basically a storage facility that would make a butcher proud. We were stored, like sardines in a box. People in my cage began throwing up. Several of them showed telling and dangerous signs of extreme fatigue and brain damage, the blood in their faces and the diluted pupils among them. I’m not a doctor, but you don’t need a crystal ball to see the obvious. It’s beside the point anyway, as I hope you will understand.
Twelve hours can be incredibly long. All sense of time disappears. This is the very essence of torture. You take victims to a place, both real and imagined where all safety is gone and the inconceivable becomes commonplace. Then, after a while you can make them do whatever you want. I’m somewhat hardened, in the sense that I have experienced a lot of this shit through the years, but I’m not ashamed to say that this was the worst I have ever experienced.
And it has happened every day since Thursday. I have had the pleasure of spending two nights at the hotel facilities in Valby. And if you didn’t realize that this was sarcasm there is no hope for you.
Others have spent at least three.
This is no longer a question of only Climate Change, and in truth it never was. Society must change dramatically, not only releasing a little bit less greenhouse gases to an overtaxed atmosphere.
Tonight they went after those independents still protesting, charged into Liberty City like a hot knife through butter. They have wanted to shut down Liberty City from its very start, and made an effort out of it the last twenty years. Tonight they are making another effort.
I can say, with confidence that I have lots of first hand knowledge of the events I’m about to describe to you. During the last week I’ve spent so much time in the cages in the «temporary» prison in Valby that it almost feels like home.
There is so much to share about my experiences the last few days and nights that I could write a book about it (and perhaps I will), but let me give you all a little taste, a few facts, a brief look into government terror against its own population.
This is a selection of what the police, the current Gestapo in Copenhagen has done to us and other protesters in the last few days.
They are bugging us, always harassing us. They have done that for years, and also increased the level of harassment weeks before the summit began.
When they attacked the protests they did so completely without provocation. They striped us (modern «handcuffs» made of plastic), took a random selection of the 100 000 people big protest rally and made people sit on the cold sidewalk, not allowing us to pee or shit or anything, and many of the inexperienced victims did it in their pants. We didn’t, having some idea what to expect. It was below zero, and we quickly felt like ice pickles, hardly able to move or feel our arms. Some of us tried to get up and walk away, but we were pushed back down. A boy hit his head and lay still for minutes. We screamed at them to help him, to get a doctor, anything, but they ignored us. When he woke up he looked totally out of it. We were separated from him later and never saw him again. The pee and shit in people’s pants froze. A girl was beaten harshly by a club. She had been screaming, or rather howling with an almost gone voice for minutes. They took her away eventually. We kept quiet. When you are threatened with brutal violence, unable to defend yourself you stay quiet.
Then they finally took us to The Cage, a number of cages actually in what they call an interim prison in Valby. It is basically a storage facility that would make a butcher proud. We were stored, like sardines in a box. People in my cage began throwing up. Several of them showed telling and dangerous signs of extreme fatigue and brain damage, the blood in their faces and the diluted pupils among them. I’m not a doctor, but you don’t need a crystal ball to see the obvious. It’s beside the point anyway, as I hope you will understand.
Twelve hours can be incredibly long. All sense of time disappears. This is the very essence of torture. You take victims to a place, both real and imagined where all safety is gone and the inconceivable becomes commonplace. Then, after a while you can make them do whatever you want. I’m somewhat hardened, in the sense that I have experienced a lot of this shit through the years, but I’m not ashamed to say that this was the worst I have ever experienced.
And it has happened every day since Thursday. I have had the pleasure of spending two nights at the hotel facilities in Valby. And if you didn’t realize that this was sarcasm there is no hope for you.
Others have spent at least three.
This is no longer a question of only Climate Change, and in truth it never was. Society must change dramatically, not only releasing a little bit less greenhouse gases to an overtaxed atmosphere.
They lie to us, lie to you, making you believe anything, while you sit safely in your chair, in front of your television set, and are deceived 24/7. Do you think you are safe in your ignorance and fear and non-participation? Many of those passing by the last four days believed that, too.
And you aren’t safe in your living room either. The tenet of a tyranny is that no one is safe. Everybody is living with the Damocles sword above their head, whether they acknowledge that or not.
Is it random, you say? That is the point. It’s supposed to be random. People are trained to police themselves, out of fear, because they are conditioned to do it, or quite simply because they want to avoid even considering the implied threat of violence.
Tonight they went after those independents still protesting, charged into Liberty City like a hot knife through butter. They have wanted to shut down Liberty City from its very start, and made an effort out of it the last twenty years. Tonight they are making another effort.
A nice man out of uniform
Wednesday wasn’t that funny, not compared to the rest of the week and weekend:
We were standing by the globe, «the new symbol of unity» in Copenhagen the other day. The place has been filled with cops for days. We treat them like flies and basically ignore them. They want their presence to be intimidating, but it isn’t, not to us, not when we are used to seeing these nice people with clubs and shields in their hands, and their heads covered by a huge protective helmet.
The uniformed thugs, the current Gestapo is visible. They have a presence in the streets, as they like to call it.
But that isn’t enough for them. A lot of the tyranny’s soldiers trail us out of uniform as well. If they aren’t intelligence or something they are usually easy to spot, though. They aren’t very bright, and they are lousy actors. We don’t allow ourselves to be bothered by those flies either, unless they become really troublesome.
And sometimes we have a lot of fun with them, and on rare occasions, such as this one, we get the opportunity to really enjoy ourselves.
He called himself Karl. Karl wasn’t new. He had stuck around for weeks, and we could almost feel his excitement, his bold desire to take the next step, and be the hero of all his Gestapo comrades.
After he had barked against his comrades in arms for some minutes to impress us he asked if he could join us at our squatted house. We shrugged and told him our home was open to everybody, playing along.
These encounters usually go like this: They know that we know that they know that we know it’s them.
Or something to that effect.
I noticed that he paid me a lot of attention out of the corner of his eyes. He seemed very determined today. I felt a little queasy, but I was a little bored, and decided to play along, to give him rope.
He stuck to me like glue, eager in his condemnation of his secret pals, like he would always be one of the first to throw stones at protests. As I said he isn’t that much of an actor and doesn’t really want to be either. Like all members of Gestapo he enjoys his power, and without the ability to exercise it he is nothing.
The two of us slowed down, walking a little behind the others. They would soon disappear ahead if we didn’t pick up speed. I felt alone, just for a moment.
- You aren’t doing anything special tonight, are you?
- I guess not, I shrugged.
The others turned a corner. The two of us couldn’t see them anymore.
We walked through a dark alley. He grabbed me and pushed himself at me.
- What are you doing? I chuckled.
- Just stand still, he breathed in my ear. – Stand still, goddamnit. You would want to be a good girl, now.
I tried to pull free, but he held me hard.
He tried to kiss me on the lips. I turned my face away from him. He grabbed my head and made a serious attempt at keeping it in correct position from his point of view.
I heard steps. He did, too, when he saw me look behind him.
- He wants you to be nice to him, Lotte said, her voice thick with sarcasm.
The poor guy suddenly seemed to get it, to notice everybody else standing around. I don’t want to think too much about what would have happened if they hadn’t been here.
- I think it’s about time to put a stop to this, now, I told the scowling man calmly. – Don’t you agree?
It ended quickly, almost before it began. His scowl changed to a snarl and he pulled away, walked off, and faded into the city night. «Karl» stopped existing there and then, and we wouldn’t see him again, except behind a helmet visor and shield and a raised club.
This is only one of many encounters between us and the Gestapo in the Copenhagen streets. Day in and day out they do their best to entertain us, to keep us on our toes.
We were standing by the globe, «the new symbol of unity» in Copenhagen the other day. The place has been filled with cops for days. We treat them like flies and basically ignore them. They want their presence to be intimidating, but it isn’t, not to us, not when we are used to seeing these nice people with clubs and shields in their hands, and their heads covered by a huge protective helmet.
The uniformed thugs, the current Gestapo is visible. They have a presence in the streets, as they like to call it.
But that isn’t enough for them. A lot of the tyranny’s soldiers trail us out of uniform as well. If they aren’t intelligence or something they are usually easy to spot, though. They aren’t very bright, and they are lousy actors. We don’t allow ourselves to be bothered by those flies either, unless they become really troublesome.
And sometimes we have a lot of fun with them, and on rare occasions, such as this one, we get the opportunity to really enjoy ourselves.
He called himself Karl. Karl wasn’t new. He had stuck around for weeks, and we could almost feel his excitement, his bold desire to take the next step, and be the hero of all his Gestapo comrades.
After he had barked against his comrades in arms for some minutes to impress us he asked if he could join us at our squatted house. We shrugged and told him our home was open to everybody, playing along.
These encounters usually go like this: They know that we know that they know that we know it’s them.
Or something to that effect.
I noticed that he paid me a lot of attention out of the corner of his eyes. He seemed very determined today. I felt a little queasy, but I was a little bored, and decided to play along, to give him rope.
He stuck to me like glue, eager in his condemnation of his secret pals, like he would always be one of the first to throw stones at protests. As I said he isn’t that much of an actor and doesn’t really want to be either. Like all members of Gestapo he enjoys his power, and without the ability to exercise it he is nothing.
The two of us slowed down, walking a little behind the others. They would soon disappear ahead if we didn’t pick up speed. I felt alone, just for a moment.
- You aren’t doing anything special tonight, are you?
- I guess not, I shrugged.
The others turned a corner. The two of us couldn’t see them anymore.
We walked through a dark alley. He grabbed me and pushed himself at me.
- What are you doing? I chuckled.
- Just stand still, he breathed in my ear. – Stand still, goddamnit. You would want to be a good girl, now.
I tried to pull free, but he held me hard.
He tried to kiss me on the lips. I turned my face away from him. He grabbed my head and made a serious attempt at keeping it in correct position from his point of view.
I heard steps. He did, too, when he saw me look behind him.
- He wants you to be nice to him, Lotte said, her voice thick with sarcasm.
The poor guy suddenly seemed to get it, to notice everybody else standing around. I don’t want to think too much about what would have happened if they hadn’t been here.
- I think it’s about time to put a stop to this, now, I told the scowling man calmly. – Don’t you agree?
It ended quickly, almost before it began. His scowl changed to a snarl and he pulled away, walked off, and faded into the city night. «Karl» stopped existing there and then, and we wouldn’t see him again, except behind a helmet visor and shield and a raised club.
This is only one of many encounters between us and the Gestapo in the Copenhagen streets. Day in and day out they do their best to entertain us, to keep us on our toes.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
The same old false song
Radio Baghdad from Copenhagen today:
I'm scribbling this in haste, before returning to the streets of fire.
We see it every time. There is a man with a bomb or a suspicious suitcase somewhere (as if a suitcase can be suspicious). Protesters are planning sinister acts. Terrorists are gathered in the community house where protesters are gathered. And so on. Pure bullshit and lies and deceit are filling the headlines and the subsequent text. All of it to justify BAD treatment of the dangerous protesters. It's quite okay to knock their heads bloody and their bodies blue and black.
Everything the government says about their true opponents is passed on by established media, their loyal, yapping dogs. The true protesters are never given a voice, except as a beaten-to-a-pulp (and dangerous) villain behind bars.
And the power-loyal «protester» is defending Gestapo's action, like his kind always is.
And the adoring public is eating it up, like the stupid, mindless slaves and zoombies they are.
When the local branch of the modern Gestapo is charging us with bloody clubs we defend ourselves. it is as plain as that. The sheep bow their heads and take whatever the pigs dish out, but we don't.
And the men and women behind the fences, in their palaces are let off the hook, relieved of any true criticism.
Clear like the purest of water.
I'm scribbling this in haste, before returning to the streets of fire.
We see it every time. There is a man with a bomb or a suspicious suitcase somewhere (as if a suitcase can be suspicious). Protesters are planning sinister acts. Terrorists are gathered in the community house where protesters are gathered. And so on. Pure bullshit and lies and deceit are filling the headlines and the subsequent text. All of it to justify BAD treatment of the dangerous protesters. It's quite okay to knock their heads bloody and their bodies blue and black.
Everything the government says about their true opponents is passed on by established media, their loyal, yapping dogs. The true protesters are never given a voice, except as a beaten-to-a-pulp (and dangerous) villain behind bars.
And the power-loyal «protester» is defending Gestapo's action, like his kind always is.
And the adoring public is eating it up, like the stupid, mindless slaves and zoombies they are.
When the local branch of the modern Gestapo is charging us with bloody clubs we defend ourselves. it is as plain as that. The sheep bow their heads and take whatever the pigs dish out, but we don't.
And the men and women behind the fences, in their palaces are let off the hook, relieved of any true criticism.
Clear like the purest of water.
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