Category Archives: reform

Friday Morning Playlist Pup Tent

Aum Jai Aum Jai Ma Jai Aum Jai Aum, allzy’allz. Happy First Darks to all my occulted lunatistae and a happy W/E-day to the rest of yea. As a fitting switchup for the One True New Rat Year and in celebration of Our These United States’ Phattest Vapor Ballot Tally Ever Known™ i want to make an unnessessary unconcession statement.

Niether The Banner nor i will consider pledging our delegates toward any other candidate spare Vermin Supreme. It is His Year, after all

.For an even flowing and time-compressed delivery of media, please regardez pennilesscripple’s tour d’breve:

Short And Not So Sweet

open playlist in new windowPC (above) is a fellow subscriber of Prof. in Archivea Antihostile(below), who also playlists.

The Malcolm X Files

Antihostile’s Files On Blogspotopen playlist in new windowD’J33pz!!!1 Where da *smmch* u at, G-R4M? I ran the Sislek, but these cats are NOW about the argumentation. I feel all are didactically unready for:

eyemran: A Critique of The Mayor of Blacktown

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Evoluion v Creationism

open playlist in new windowAll these playlists are made by the users, BTW. Let’s pour an Orange Drink™ out onto the geraniums as a libation for Thee Persistence Of Bill Hicks’ Memory and watch some T00l.

T00L B0X

open playlist in new windowFlux Rostrum and the Unembedded Reporters Union thought Super Fat Tuesday was just another day in paradise, and are looking forward to throwing their sham votes at Vermin Supreme in November.open playlist in new windowFluxRostrum – TWIF

MBN

Mobilebroadcastnewsopen playlist in new windowSpeaking of reporting the under-reported, here’s some people that had their homes burnt down.more playlists from rasdreadlock

The Attack On MOVE

open playlist in new windowLet’s pick it up from there later, shall we?

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.)