Category Archives: Anarchy

Natural Law And The Grand Unified Conspiracy Theory

Soundtrack Suggestion: Godflesh – Jesu Having rebuilt the model of Human Nature according to simple applied anthropod natural historigraphics, ergo checkit:

  • Given:Humans are social primates who maintain an innately predisposed hierarchy with lies, violence and sexual manipulation.
  • Given:This situation is not an equilibrium with tendencies towards egalitarian developement.

Our New Post New-Age Age of Reason (or ReasonAge 3.0) is setting out on some disturbing foundations. Indeed, other psuedosocial animals (or true social species for that matter) haven’t worked the efficiency gain from distributed labor into the layers of legacy surplus that we humans have. Yet in doing so, we as individuals within the species are just now poking our heads out from under eons of absolute authoritarian tyranny by ruling elites who have generally inheirited thier positions or usurped such positions, enabled by the power politic being institutionally investitured away from redress or recourse by the public at large.Summation: We can’t even challenge our silverbacks to a fair fight. We have an entrenched class of Silverback Mimics.

The AntiChrist Dajjal Will Be A Reptilian ShapeShifter

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(I heart HashemFilms. Those kidz is so crazy.)

 

hierarchy

 

Humans at this point require hierarchical control systems to manage the distributed labor production that enables them as individuals to make it through the day. In places without adequate infrastructure and/or poorly divided/distributed Labor individuals will wind up having electric lights with no clean water, Twinkies without fruit, or bare feet on fresh asphalt. In this respect we obviously could use a little less laissez faire and a bit more pyramid power.Other aspects of human Ness should definately have less pecking-order hierarchy.

 

Faith: Cognate Prion

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The basic implimentation level social order maintainance hierarchy should be ordered by strict meritocracy, with public utility as foremost gauge.

 

Fire On Olympus

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(I just found out that code for the Codes was compromised…not by Them™, i’m sure. Most likely it was Syncronicity Herself; since Authority is next on our list of to-dos, and i should rebuild and renew our documentation on this most pertainant and insistant Vox Authoritas.)

 

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Custer’s Pie

“Up there on the plains;
Above the Canyon wall,
The Snow Bull shakes His mane! O! My God!
The Great White Buffalo!”
Chief Joseph

The Nez Perce thought that their predilections for driving game with “controled” prairie burns and willful conspiritorial contracting with European adventurers as guides/traders/mercenaries would lead to a more fair-handed Final Powwow With Whitey than the settlements given to the Peoples formerly known as Neighboring Tribes. Hell, they had even adopted a French name as, well, Lengue Franca for their clan of clans. Chief Joseph, bearer of that most Potent Occidental moniker shared by both my half-Apache father and the Earthly paternal trustee of Jesus, surely felt that lines had been crossed. This was not the calling plan they had signed up for during the Introductory Period.

No one expects Enclosure.


“Eying Common Lands with Bad Intent! O! AquaLung!”

Don’t feel too bad for the indigenous peasentry; the Iroquois had an Enclosure schema wrapped up in the Federalism established by thier constitution that was so niffty we took thier land AND thier jurisprudence.

It was a turn-key system.

“Anyone who vented their anger by damaging partitioning fences could expect harsh teatment. In the ‘main features’ of the Haute Huntre, Lincs. – Enclosure Act, 1767 the penalties for wilfull and malicious cutting, breaking down, burning or demolishing of any division fence were a fine of £5 to £20 for the first offence [or 1 to 2 months imprisonment], a £10 to £40 fine [or a 6 to 12 month sentence], and ‘transportation for 7 years as a felon’ for the third offence.”

Let us give thanks to our Displaced Ancestors for handing down the Iron Fist of American Property Law prior to having it used against them at rifle point; for they illustrated thusly what the eventual harvest becomes when one sows Elitism with a Seed Gun.

Lain Says You Should Come Here: Alienation Therapy

My fave Anime Princess, Eve, has allowed a certain user (who is not a pimecone, BTW) to fill the Elfin Lied hole with a timely tale of social networks and connectivity.

Lain


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Serial Experiments 12

We were looking at the basics of formal modern democratic thought, and had basically reduced the malignant Authortarian toxic meme-mimic of Natural Law to a simple set of truisms based on observable natural history. What we’re left with is not a Social Contract, a mysterious extra-legislative all-empowering and perpetually binding pre-natal “agreement” suspiciously familiar in tone and effect, but a simple nexus state from which to chart development.

Toxic Mimics




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Toxic Originals

It is the nature of life systems to evolve, as opposed to being intentionally constructed. Few branches of hard science even bother to attempt a divination of inception for traces of artiface, linguistics being a notable exception. Social science loses it’s footing as science immediately when it assumes a priori that the institutions and methodologies of hierarchical social ordering apparent in such wide diversity across almost all human cultures are intentional and architectured via Social Contracting.

This is one of the many reasons that sociologists and statisticians sit at the table with the broken leg in the Faculty Dining Commons, while historians and NeoMarxian PolyEconomicists sit with the computer science and anthropology people. It does not explain why the historians occassionally huck ketchup cups at them, nor does it shed light on why all involved will blame the physicists for acts of food violence; but you digress.

Please, try to stay on message.

The alienation of humans from the basic aspects of what they as a society and as individuals actually are has accelerated in recent years, at least on the apparent level. It’s noticable by the most casual observer; and i highly suggest you try this little experiment.

First, think about the last time you walked around the neighborhood in which you live. Not as exercise; no, just to walk around the block, even better a 2-block radius. How many people live within that area? How many do you know? How many do you talk to?

Now go take that walk. Women should of course wait until daylight, or go with a freind/razor knife. If you see somebody, say “Hi”. If you don’t know them, introduce yourself as a neighbor.

Just do it. Then we’ll talk about comunitee.

The Invisible Hand Returns

I didn’t mean to leave allzy’all hanging, but i’ve been deleriously tracking the Intelligent Agent as She (or Her proxy) steadfastly avoids the temptation of waving a fist o’er the Corpus Delecti of the US body just to see if it can still twitch. Then i am reminded by a Yankee of The Simple Genius of Dissorganization. I laugh, with the wise silence of the sky unechoing me. A bird flys into a window.

PermaKulturae With 8rf


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From the East rises an ir’e mind molded in calmingly furious resolve against the bitter vanity of violent conflict; molded so by a flesh informed of war. Anon! Anon, muthafuckers! Tend to your plots, they are naught but easements for primroses; they could be Victory Gardens in the Classless War against disposable communitee. They could be Sustainable.

FI: Permaculturae Practicalii


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Best not to say too much more of this. It’s not a movement with a T-shirt anyway, so why would anyone poke into it? Even Che had design sense. This bullocks about local micropermaculture and the individual smacks of the same old tired “DIY” democracy-via-personal-investment i always throw out to cock-block PBS liberalism and it’s hysterically shock-frozen partner in inaction, Paranoicism.

Fish Stapler


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Kids these days. It’s like spring around the world, in Autumn. I think perhaps i’ve gotten into some bad Jo-jos.

Cuppa Joe


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I love BBJ. He’s an airline pilot. Not that that means anything, but you know that it does.

FluxRostrum – TWIF


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Change will come, one way or another. Either we will all rest together at day’s end, proud and satisfied after reintegrating our shattered and alienated world into a sustainable system of systems; or we will be mulch ourselves, feeding our new deserts blood and sweat until our bones bleach out and crumble like dry snowflakes dancing on the Sirhocco.

Soil_n_Green


VideoChannelling By Bob

Contra Negative

Givens:


John Locke


Jean-Jacques Rousseau

“The Upper Middle Class To The Rescue!!!”

According to most summations i’ve recently reperused, Rousseau had ditched the Nobel Savage for Competitive Man prior to hashing together Enlightenment Natural Law. Everybody seems to agree, as they always have, that Rousseau’s Social Contract begat Locke’s, which begat modern Populism, Socialism, Democratic Theory, Marx, Disney, The New Yorker (especially those witty and urbane cartoons), and Unified Field Theory. John Locke: Rebel Genius.

Bullocks.

First of all let’s finnally do away with the Swiss-born Frenchman, Rousseau, whose “genius” determined natural humans to be individuals moved by animal needs and whims, only cooperating begrudgingly to better thier fortunes. These are the ideas of either a complete dullard with no picture-book encyclopedias at his disposal or a Cheneyesque attempt at meme vectoring. I think we can easily pick it out as the later, given the young Rousseau’s rapid navigation from immigrant footman to Ambassador with apparently no merit other than nice hair. He was writing in the late 1700’s, a time misty in collective memory, the height of Enclosure.

He was writing treatises on accepting Authority, implying that common citizens need control, desperately so, exhorting on on hand that majority will should be the Rule of Law and on the other implying that the majority were a lawless bunch bound together for thier own good, like it or not.

Recognize it now? “Work with the System We all agreed to live under, it’s reformable and just at heart; otherwise the Abyss of Mob Rule will swallow us all!”

Contra Rousseau: The New Savage And Natural Law

Given:

Humans are a subspecies of hominid primates. Like all such creatures, these social animals organise themselves into either matrialinial or patrialinial clan hierarchies to control breeding priviledges and establish territorial boundaries. Like thier cousins the gorrillas, these primates have a dramatically divergent morphology between sexes, which tends to emphasise and reinforce divisions of labor. Females, equipped with lactal glands, tend towards tasks involving caring for the long-developing offspring, facilitate nesting maintainance and gathering of utility items of low unitary weight. The stonger, agressive males will defend territory and fulfill the hunting requirments of the human omnivour diet. These roles may be altered, swapped, or abbandoned altogether as local environment dictates; the human is nothing if not virulently flexable, a quality enhanced by thier innate social instincts. Humans in solitary situations often suffer rapid mental degradation even in otherwise favorable conditions, and are generally prone to death rates that quickly eclipse birth rates in areas where populations are spread too thin. Although formidable in numbers, even prime Alpha males and females of Homo Sapiens are weak of vision, brittle-boned, feeble in musculature and poor of hearing compared to other mammals.

Natural Law is such that we need to cooperate. We unfortunatly inheirited hierarchical tendancies from our family, who all organize in pyrimids. We also have an odd mix of ourangutan/gorilla bluff, Bonobo sexual reaffirmation, and murderous chimpanzee psychosis techniques that we innately draw on to navigate and organize our social groups, and we innately love feeling we have a strong leader to the point of…

…well, to the point of US President and Evil Puppet of Choice, Ronald Reagan. A piss-poor human being, B-list actor on the skids, and yet convincing in the Uber-Alpha role to the point that the worthless casual butcher of a shit-stain would be freaking elected TODAY by a landslide if i dug his ass up, put new strings on him and shoved a loop-tape of the 1984 debate highlights in his neck. A new coat of Grecian Formula, America would have Morning Again, and every nation in the world would fear us the way we like. Like 1984.

I hated every minute of Reagan, from his local closing of the assylums in my homestate through his declaration that ketchup was all the vegatable a public school kid needed through his drugs-for-missiles rape and torture of every nation south of Houston and WTF shoot him AGAIN, Hinckley you fucktaRD….

I digress. Hated him. Never felt safer.

Never. Not even when he was dancing with Brezhnev over the Afgahnistan sunset, trying to re-start the Race for Atomic Supremacy we had lost, LOST, flat out, 10 years prior. The Old Guards were smiling, astonished, knowing we hadn’t yet caught on to the fact that our Naval Inteligence office was moled out by family of traitors who had been selling secrets on demand. Smiling, but backing down. Brezhnev, i think, died prematurely just to not have to deal with the cognitive dissonence he was experiencing as a result of buying into the Reagan Myth; knowing he could draw John Wayne in for a decisive deathblow by the Bear at his command, but finding himself at the table making unnessesary concessions to an arrogant moron.

Last time i saw The General in public was a Mayday parade vid, and the bastard looked like he just didn’t know who to kill anymore, or why. Like Stalinism had lost it’s glow, and he knew why: No Stalin.

Stalin. Reagan. Hitler. That’s Natural Law, kids, and you know it.

Given:

Humans are social primates who maintain an innately predisposed hierarchy with lies, violence and sexual manipulation.

Given:

This situation is not an equilibrium with tendencies towards egalitarian developement.

Groove on that for a spell.

(‘coz i love my ‘Press kinder so, here’s some ImaginationLand for ya.)

Autonomy Begins In Public

I’m sure that things in this space appear a bit as if your Candidate thinks hisself the only populist left on the Left Coast; an exagerative self-agrandizement only inflamed by the fact that i’ve said as much outright. What can i say, this racket is hyperbolically inclined.

Let’s shine a light on the popularity of populism. I give Thee the Demokrazy Playa.

Demokrazy



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Just in case you got sidetracked after that first vid, here’s the Autonomous Person’s Geezer Playlist.

Killing Joke

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It’s like this: if you want anything out of human society, you’re going to have to become a more democratic person. Sorry. If you leave it up to Them™ things are just going to get increasingly more lopsided. Individuals will have less power, meaning collectives of individuals (like churches, lodges, neighborhoods, trade unions, PTAs, etc) will accordingly have less power to pool. Political power is defined right now by leveraged contracts which are mostly brokered by Congress, and that’s where you have to strike. Think about this carefully. Supporting either Democrats or Republicans is counterproductive; it merely reifies bad behavior on their part, marginallizing our voices even more. As for Presidential races…c’mon. Do the fucking reading.

Decisions, decisions.


One Head – One Vote – One Choice
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The Truth™
is in
The Codes

Get Some, America!

Sunday Sermonette With Rev. Tommy D

The one thing all cultures of H. Sapiens can agree on is that money is our common tongue, and we’re all somehow each and everyone intractably reliant upon it to the point that we are inseperable from it and it’s dance is our jig of life. Money is just a tool; an incredably misused tool, and yet we all spin around the anti-Maypole of pecuniary “need” like an acidheaded carpenter who’s married his sabre saw.

If i chose to use one tool, and one tool only, for each chore in my garden, regardless of season or chore at hand, you’d think me a fairly crappy gardener, yes?