Category Archives: thieves

Bogus Imaginary Property Tax Refund Scams

M03 Gr33n – Walk OnIs it safe, Comrades and Babies? Can we come out now?It’s always as safe as the nexus of one’s preparedness and willingess to sacrifice. Remember that.Fight Digital Enclosure and Refuse Imaginary Property.The FCC and our Intertubes are becoming better aquainted.This is a Very Bad Thing. To wit:

Steal This Film, Too!

open playlist in new windowThe first part for those just joining us here on the EPirate Maine:Filesharing is NOT just a free lunch.open playlist in new windowOf course one should (i believe) pay homage to Sri Abbie at the mention of socialized stealing as a means of resisting Enclosure.

Abbie Hoffman – Steal This Movie

open playlist in new windowThey killed him, you know. Prior to Gulf 1. Yep. Said it was suicide by pills. Yep. Abbie Hoffman, veteran Acid Warrior, the White Panther.Aum.WTF, it’s Applied Piracy Awareness Day, Everyday. Always.

Time To Go 10-8, People.

open playlist in new windowWhile researching/media-culling for the RapeJoke (Ep 2 release date: tomorrow) it struck me: some of the killers who kill for a living come back from the places we sent them to kill people in with, like, issues. Wacky, wild stuff. It’s like if you feed a pitbull gunpowder and broken glass between fights and beatings it may not work out as a lapdog after a while.Go fig’.

Post Quagmire Stress Disorder

open playlist in new windowHere’s a tasty little dish about everyone’s favorite sweetener.

Sweet Misery

open playlist in new windowAre some of you pukes STILL biting your tiny toenails RE: the sick spacklejob covering the multiple abcessed ulcers on the American Corpus Politi known as Election 2008? WTF? You don’t believe the stark reality explicated via The Only Complete™ Compendium of US State Laws Governing Electoral Procedure? Read the codes again; the situation remains the same. After New Hamshire’s obviously fudged tally i would think a Citizen pretty fucking dull in maintaining an illusion that the votes of average people are really translated into Diebold (or ESS) electoral entabulations. Besides, who’s a reall choice? Fucking Ron Paul? Why, because he hasn’t done anything but make money the whole race? Because he’s a REAL Republican, and thinks that democracy is opposed to “The Rule Of Law”? 911? Oh, yeah, he’ll TOTALLY force a new, unbiased, forensically unimpeachable (L0lz) investigation. As sure as he’ll get the GOP nomination he will, no doubt.Fucking grow up. The best thing to do is to support a third party candidate to underline the point that no-one asked us who we wanted to choose from, or how debates would be run, or aired, or how campaigns would be fairly financed…or anything. Pick the Darkest Horse.Since (Psuedo)Democracy Now! saw fit to splice in Dennis The Heinous, as if he was the only excluded Presidential Hopeful, i see fit to firmly point to Hon. Mike Gravel as the Universal Persona Non-Gratia for the 2008 US Presidential Shadow Play. Technically a Dem, but National won’t admit it.

Gravel in ’08!

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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.)

Confessors of The City

An Inspiror
The Adventures of Confessions of Saint Augustine Bear

Get Your War On
Get All Your War On

Since i know some people in New York read this, i thought i’d give a Destination Event Suggestion ~ Form Of: David Rees in Greenpoint for a free engagement at Word Books. Buy a copy of both books, whose royalties go towards landmine removal.
MDC 5
“We can’t walk over there.”

I note that the US is having an unrequited honeymoon with our new nuclear bedfellows in the World’s Largest Democacy™, India. Thanks for blue-balling America back to dealing with that clusterbombing hooker in Tel Aviv, Singh.

W/e. Here’s 78 vids of Sri Carlin.

The Confessions Of Saint George

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…And Now, The Other News.

This is the B-Side to the previous nicey-nice post of food and chuckles.

Aljazeera English Special Reports


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Iraq: The hidden facts


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OK, shake it off with Louis CK.

Lucky LouisVille

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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?

Reinventing Your Selfishness: Prophylogeneticity Cross-indicates pr0ntogenicity

God – On All Fours(btw, i recommend using th’ WordPress WebSnap widget here…it’s hillariously Junglistical.)

The Washington Post discovered that US backed militias do sometimes hang out with drug-cartel thugs, albiet only if said thugy drugies “infiltrate” aforementioned militias’ no-doubt labrynthian security and internal oversight commandcontrols. Which are probably the best a boy can learn to emulate at the School For The Americas, where No Child Gets Left Unraped Until Blind™.

So a couple bad apples made a couple coke deals. WTF. At least we don’t train them to torture nuns.

Or kill reporters.

VLogPlaya



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Thought i was gonna bust out the Gary Webb movies again, huh? Pwnt.

Hey, Cowboy Bob! Yeah, you, kid-cakes! Wanna buy a Hat?

It’s utility ’round here is over. Finished, done, gone, out. Somebody should claim it ‘afor’n ah give it to the freeballing UtiliKilt guy who lives up the hill. He’d wear it, too, and get away with it. W/e. Here’s the keeper part.

Kurt said (insomuch as this particular nonanimate Golem speaks; which is to say “C_j flipped a coin”) that the American Flag™ that he sat on for 4 (5?) years is up for the Patriot that can step up to claim both Flag and Hat. I think it’s a 48-star flag; hard to tell being as it’s folded proper. Hey, i was a trained civil servant once.


Ok, maybe not totally proper.

So, yeah. Still trying to sell our worlds over here.

I’ve multch’d more furniture than we’ve managed to sell or give away. W/e. Think today’s sale is going to be a Moving Moving Sale. Like a movable feast, yeah? Except the other people don’t know that we’re going to show up at thier door with a bunch of crap to sell (and leave lying around if no-one’s buying). I’ve already got a milkcrate full of random electoronics that Al Qu’aeDaffy would (allegedly) love to get a hol’t of and a intercom mic/aux/VO unit loaded on the TrundleRound™. Think i’ll pack on one each amp and tapedeck, maybe the conduit crate, and that fucking 10-column candleabra that keeps tripping me. Roll on down to Fremont, after cartoons of course. Leave it all in front of Lenin with a note that says “stoopid baby” under a large Prussian-pointing arrow.

It’s going to be a spectacular day, People. Forward along the Shining Path.

We have nothing to lose but our wallet chains.

The Gary Webb Memorial IranContra Viewer

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Oh, snap. Gotcha.

Two-Handed Tales

Let none say that Citizen j doesn’t provide the goods, being as “goods” are defined as “cartoons featuring well-endowed ladies killing Nazis/vampires”.

Black Lagoon has the usual suspects, with a healthy action-to-filler ratio. Quite unlike certain kiddie Anime that’s really pissing me off right now.

I’m not saying there’s any parallels to electoral tyranny here. There probably isn’t, other than a broad theme of personal power against legacy institutional power. One must shoot from both hips with accuracy and choose one’s battles well. Even so, don’t expect more than to be crushed with intact principles. A hero is just a troubled loner until they succeed, and they usually fail.

Now here’s some beatz straight outta Beruit.

Some of my favorite heroes are just musicians, or in the case of HipHop/Beatmixing, just people with music. Pretty lame for a hero. Not really very heroic. I could say, “well, music, you know, it affects the vibe, it, you know, like, informs and such” but we both know that’s shit. Music is less an agent of change than that spunky new haircut of yours. Music may be a measure of a civilization’s spark, but it’s more likely a reflection of human iconoclastic narcissism and a testament to our inability to understand harmony while mistaking uneccessary complication in artiface for beauty and ingenuity.

Here’s more summerfun from the Lands of Sands.


From the good folks at http://www.linktv.org/. Question: if the USA is in the Western Hemisphere, why do we spend so much time and money and blood in the Eastern Hemisphere?

Remember, the answer is not “oil”. We already covered the Myth of Arab Oil.

Bonus Question: Why don’t you want a direct vote for Chief Executive?