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A Childs Garden Of Impermanance And Institutional Sociopathy

I want to publish a guide to Enclosure. It’s an important syndrome that has shaped the global disenfranchisement that is human culture. It kills. It’s been the Three Card Monty game of choice for the Gentry and Banks since Rome.

Nero. That was a guy who understood Urban Enclosure. Burn the place, blame terrorists. Rebuild with slave labor. Tax everyone.

Enclosure Renewal is a more precise way to speak of urban renewal. The number of cities in the US that have Developers’ Mobs in firm control of municipal planning and policy is more than likely ALL. These folks use many different forms of active devaluation to drive areas into decline, then “redevelop”. Many times they will draw matching funds from “philanthropic” groups or government agencies. If properly done, a modern Enclosure Renewal will dislodge the peasants into the next planned renewal area while gentrifying/rebuilding the first area.

After Katrina Google maps has been providing Ghost Housing, like this property in Queen Anne which was raised of all structures sans 1 (one) clothsline post in 2006.

A hole appeared, perhaps a “perk” (a test hole dug deeper than the foundation to check for water table activity). It was about 2 (two) stories deep, which is about 1 too many for this. The property is notably on the crest of a hill, and the hole was filled in level on a weekend. Nothing has been touched since.


Attending to Thee Werk at the probable site of a missile-age Enclosure enacted by the State. Paradoxically, Emminent Domain laws generally provide amble compensation for land owners whose real estate falls on the Combine side of an Enclosure.


The Combine.



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provided these illustrations as separate items. Enclosures are often finalized with a wall. Just ask Goya.


Bill Clinton gave us Amerikkkhans the Free Speech Enclosure during the Seattle WTO Conference. This is an example of the Commons being literally Enclosed for the advantage of the privileged, albeit intellectualist.

Tetsuo did NeoTokyo’s Developer Yakuza a solid in duplicating the Akira Moment. Most insurance policies don’t pay out for “Acts of God,” though.

Ahmadinejad ‘n’ US: An Exhalation

They say Iran, again. Rattle, rattle.


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Shi’ite Persian Props
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Rev. Dr. Ahmadinejad is an obnoxiously hard to defend Executive Branche-Man, so this past week i must admit of a certain knee-jerk urge to give props of some sort to the public face of my beloved (pre’hap betrothed, anon) Shi’ia Persia.

See? He’s cool with Jews.

07-09-24 – Neturei Karta Rabbis Meet Ahmadinejad
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Damn. I’m always looking for a fansub. WTF. Italian is sexo, si?

Next is a nice little rip from the UN webcast.


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Whatever. I don’t know if that’s what he said. Rev Stuttery McRamblesome there is perfectly in keeping with a contemporary speaker. This ain’t the Gilded Age. Dubya’s verbal tragedies are encoded at DARPA and filtered through Cheney before he mangles them into “speaches”; Ahmadinejad has to decode whatever the Khomeniacracy flips him to compliment his sportswear ouvre.

My biggest problem with Iran is the number of journalists that country murders.

One would have though that mentionable in the news. You know, where journalists gather to talk.

W/e. moving on.

Pre-Post Singularity Primer: Tools That Kill

God – Body Horror

American Thanaphilia:

A dual presentation of martial tools and current US DeathCulture popism

intended for the edutainment of our CoOperative(s) in the World’s Largest Democracy™


Kunai with Slit-Skirt.


The flint hand-axe has been a favorite amongst tent-warming concubines for aeons, although many prefer a properly lethal ointment.


The business end of a poleaxe has a continuity of blade that celebrates simple ergonomic truths.

The 120cm reach of this poleaxe provides sufficient leverage and momentum to require bolstering the handle.


Clockwise from left: Gris-gris candle; machette; Insipid Pop Culture; Maha Deva Kali Maa (colour’d wrong, a choking hazard); 12 gauge shotgun, .38 and .50 calibre shells; Stealth Bomber; and golf ball.
The most lethal? The orange Molitor no.1.
Golf kills.

PopcultureVultures may want to take note that the oversize Marciano spread is from the 2004 rollout by Guess?, 24 pages of Paris at her GildedGutterSnipe best, shot by Ellen Von Unwerth (whose name really says it all), and is for sale.

Common Sense (2007)

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The following is standard Propaganda, created to promote the Constitutionalist Party.

Common Sense:
Toward a More Perfect Union

Two hundred and ten years ago, our first Chief Executive declined the call to serve a 3rd term. The living embodiment of Enlightenment leadership offered the following caveats about political parties in his farewell speech:

“This spirit, unfortunately, is inseparable from our nature, having its root in the strongest passions of the human mind. It exists under different shapes in all governments, more or less stifled, controlled, or repressed; but, in those of the popular form, it is seen in its greatest rankness, and is truly their worst enemy.
“The alternate domination of one faction over another, sharpened by the spirit of revenge, natural to party dissension, which in different ages and countries has perpetrated the most horrid enormities, is itself a frightful despotism. But this leads at length to a more formal and permanent despotism. The disorders and miseries which result gradually incline the minds of men to seek security and repose in the absolute power of an individual; and sooner or later the chief of some prevailing faction, more able or more fortunate than his competitors, turns this disposition to the purposes of his own elevation, on the ruins of public liberty.
“Without looking forward to an extremity of this kind (which nevertheless ought not to be entirely out of sight), the common and continual mischiefs of the spirit of party are sufficient to make it the interest and duty of a wise people to discourage and restrain it.
“It serves always to distract the public councils and enfeeble the public administration. It agitates the community with ill-founded jealousies and false alarms, kindles the animosity of one part against another, foments occasionally riot and insurrection. It opens the door to foreign influence and corruption, which finds a facilitated access to the government itself through the channels of party passions. Thus the policy and the will of one country are subjected to the policy and will of another.
“There is an opinion that parties in free countries are useful checks upon the administration of the government and serve to keep alive the spirit of liberty. This within certain limits is probably true; and in governments of a monarchical cast, patriotism may look with indulgence, if not with favor, upon the spirit of party. But in those of the popular character, in governments purely elective, it is a spirit not to be encouraged. From their natural tendency, it is certain there will always be enough of that spirit for every salutary purpose. And there being constant danger of excess, the effort ought to be by force of public opinion, to mitigate and assuage it. A fire not to be quenched, it demands a uniform vigilance to prevent its bursting into a flame, lest, instead of warming, it should consume.”

The interceding centuries have provided well for Washington’s foresight, with the landscape of our nation’s political machinations springing forth new parties to reinvigorate the process of government at regular intervals. Now, it falls upon citizens of our great republic to once again reshape the corpus politic with an organic body of renewed vitality, a forumn free from reactionary positionalism borne by decades of contention. It is our duty to our history, our sacred heritage of democratic spirit, to enjoin our peers in the monumental effort to set higher standards of administrative trust.
Whatever your current affiliation, allegience or obligation, it is your personal civic duty to help build this new organ of political power. Your voice will help shape the chorus we are striving to tune. Your dreams will guide our intent. Your concerns will sharpen our resolve.
You don’t have to join this new party to make it work for you, but your duty as an American citizen behooves you to help shape its’ reality.
Our primary cause is one of universal necessity: the establishment of direct democratic process in the selection of our President by the removal of the electoral system. We stand now at a technological vantage point hitherto unknown to humankind, one that easily facilitates the requirements for true democracy. The brass ring so long sought after, fought for, paid for in blood and toil by untold generations of men and women is finally effectively in our grasp.
Reach out with us and take it. We owe it to our fallen, we owe it to our children.
It is a matter of common sense. Join the Campaign to Elect Citizen j today, and join the dialogue that will shape the future of democracy in America.

-Citizen j, April 2006

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“The thing about regret is that it’s better to regret something you have done than something you haven’t.” -Gibby


Shi’ite Persian Props
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I will never regret running the above playlist as much as i do. It’s important to attempt to educate peeps as to the very real differences between places the US/UK/Dutch imperium run game and the places they can’t. Persia is in the later catagory. For a very brief time it was under UK/Haj control, ending with a hot-potatoe pass to the US, who quickly ended thier democracy with imposed rule by the Shah.

This did not stand, and will not be allowed to occure again in this millenium. The Islamic Republic of Iran is a first-world superpower, one that successfully repelled 10 years of US-UK backed agression by our thugocratic ally Sadaam. Chemical weapons made by Dutch subsidiaries of Dow-Corning were funnelled to the front lines via Israeli arms merchants, and Iranian guardsmen died by the hundreds on thier own border under clouds of mustard gas. They came back with cameras and gasmasks. In the end, sheer guts and Kolenshikovs won out AGAIN over duplicity, war crimes and misfiring high-tech weapons with US serial numbers. Millions were killed.

Millions, people. That’s a magnitude of scaling that you need to keep in your head when considering a possible invasion of Iran. You need to cross-reference it with thier Russian cooperative projects, and realize that this is the re-establishment of an old arraingment that kept the Caspian dynamically self-contained during epochs of external turmoil. It’s called mutually benificial trade partnership and defence. The missile systems of the Russian Federation are 21st century refinements of those the Soviets had, which contrary to popular myth were capable of neutralizing any US attack. No, we don’t have saucer technology, kids. Know why?

Because flying saucers from alien civilizations have never come to planet Terra.

This is because they don’t exist. Oh, don’t get me wrong. People have created them, and there very well may be mag-lev flying saucers in hangers at Roswell, but you should try to operate a hovercraft prior to thinking about possible mag-lev saucer action. Traction and drag are much more desirable than one would initially think. So, since that’s out, and the Iranian satelite net is up, and our Stealth fleet is a black hole for research money and can be shot out of the sky by Serbs, and even Her Majerstray’s Wave-Rulers stop waiving the rules just this side of Iranian territorial waters, what chance do you see our battered and broke military having with a unilateral Blitzkreig on Tehran?


Knotty, Knotty.

None. The real stumbling block is the Chinese, of course, who have given thier one warning on the subject. Nukes are a no-go against nations bordering the OG superpower and worldwide gunpowder monopoly cartel headquarters, the People’s Republic of China.


The Convolutions of Trans-Atlantic Trigopsony Capital Illuminated Through Higher Geometry

Target: Syria. I hope i’m wrong, but this looks like a misdirect ahead of a false flag, and the next logical target has ALWAYS been Syria. Israel wants it. Lebanon half-wants it. The Arab world has always wanted it; Syria is the original Semetic nation-state. Jordan just wants the rest of the middle east to STFU, maybe flood? Iraq wants to die in peace, maybe flood. Palestine wants to eat, maybe flood, exist some. Britain has what they wanted; all the oil and none of the security detail, as well as access to the Alaskan fields and proper semi-centenial draining of the US Colonies’ Imaginary Treasury Reserves via the auspicious perenial perniciousness of Lord Halifax’s Chartered Privateering Company.
The real question is: what do WE want?

Who are we, anyway?

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The Source of Money

The only thing this video doesn’t cover is the biggest lie of all, the praetorobvious evil that drives humans into thinking that money is somehow neccesary. This is the myth of real estate, the meme of land ownership. It is the keystone of debt, and the most vile conciet we enslave our realities with.

Transcript from a Dialog

Initial Missive

from Cj 08 Ca CM, JimCx

> > On 12/13/06, JimCx wrote:
> > > I live in the past & thusly sent this to dangpow by mistake or in
> > > error or something. Can’t I just live either 5 minutes or fifteen
> > > years in the past & not both?!?!?! Interbang this shit, bitch:
> > >
> > >
> > > a) the day is long & Leno is replaceable
> > > b) Mormon
> > > c) he is black
> > >
> > > C. The answer is c.
> > >
> > > I just started reading THE RIDICULOUS MAN or somesuch Dostoevnon-sense
> > > (I know what I’m doing! The hyphen, though improperly placed, makes
> > > people {a.k.a. ME!} accent this properly!!!!) and all it made me want
> to
> > > do is become entranced by the Matt Savage Trio on some of the last of
> > > the free airwaves, and then write you immediately…knowing that I
> > > should be bloggong this for, “some unknown reason”. I’ve never tried
> > > reading him (F.D.) before but, much like Hesse, it’s a relief to know
> > > that I’m not the only ridiculous man—that I’m not the only one
> > > watching these people that I’m one of—so helplessly…so angrily.
> > > I’ll always remember the downright suicidal magic carpet ride that
> > > Hesse’s Steppenwolf sent me reeling off on…only to drop that shit in
> > > exchange for Siddartha (sp?—at least you get the proper nouns
> > > correct!) or what I prefer to call Adult Work for Dummies™. This was
> > > during that emotionally—mentally tumultuous time after my daughter
> > > was born but before her mom had come to the realization that no amount
> > > of Mormonic tithing, pleading, cajoling or threats of brute force
> > > would make me marry her, under God, in the freshly carpeted gym of the
> > > CHURCH™ of Utah proper, over to the south s.j. side. Hey bro’s &
> > > Sissy Raes, I was born fairly recently, but not just last
> > > century–under aliens–when we were THAT close to the Cali shores.
> > > Slag your own Gods, fuckers, that’s YOUR job! This was the time in my
> > > life that I realized I had no God, and almost jointly, no fear of
> > > yours (y’alls) anymore. We seldom fully realise (O.E.???) the things
> > > that influence our futures as they’re happening. I rememeber
> > > Siddartha seeing what essentially amounted to the whores & their
> > > pimps, the shopkeepers & their reality (that whores & pimps were like
> > > butter on their bread) & the sun & its majestic & horrible penchant
> > > for bringing these things to light & he, “loathed them all”. I
> > > remember arriving at my momz’ house, knowing that my daughter was
> > > sitting right there & that her mother would arrive at any moment,
> > > fleeting my calendar time & ruining my “quality time” with Brianon.
> > > Like some wildman that Kerouac himself would be quick to deny himself
> > > as under similar bloodline-type circumstances, I quickly scanned back
> > > to the “loathsome” passage in Siddartha and spat it at them—with the
> > > Q.T.venom & vigor that I, to this day believe it warrants. Talk about
> > > a mother & child reunion, my bitches…you don’t even know… .
> > > Christ, Jacky, we’re literati amongst the illiterate, aren’t we? I
> > > already know that the ridiculous man didn’t commit suicide but, at
> > > this point, how much solace should that lend me? If I were to get
> > > said solace, I’d only piss it away on some meaningless drivel that is
> > > this message, wouldn’t I? Why can we almost always only find the
> > > heart to tell the world how It Is™ when we’re at the brink of madness
> > > & suicide?
> > >
> > > Essentially this is just a follow-up to my earlier,
> > > funny-as-fuck-to-Jack-Jim-&-Jeff but simple message:
> > >
> > > WTF?
> > >
> > > WTF? indeed, my friend…..what the fuck indeed.
> > >
> > >
> > > FINALLY!, truly, madly, deeply yours,
> > >
> > > JimCx

Insightful Rejoinder

from Citizen j, Constitutionalist Candidate for President, 2008

> On 12/13/06, Citizen j wrote:
> > Yeah? Well, i had my first threewack with a redhead and a
> > fucking-dirty-horney blond this weekend, and am not surprized to
> > report that it was all i ever wanted and none of what i needed. I
> > didn’t even nut. 3 hours and i didn’t even nut. That’s what patience
> > and learning control will get you. Fucking shit, but such fabulous and
> > unexepectedly perfect shit that you can’t say shit about it. I said,
> > “thanks, really, but you guys realize that i have nothing to shoot for
> > now, right? that this is IT for me?”
> >
> > Thjey said “yup.”
> >
> > So go tell it on the mountain, illiterati. Burn all books. Burn all.
> >
> > What The Fuck EVER, indeed.
> >
> > now what the hell is this second life thing? and why DON’T you write
> > this to the blog?
> >
> > Fucking fucketty shitballs, why do i even put pants on? Why? It
> > doesn’t increase odds of getting anybody on board the whole “Hey, we
> > could focus on a known issue and actually DO something about it” trip.
> > It just keeps me from having access to the most eloquently purposed
> > entity i know, MY FUCKING LIMP WHITE NUB.
> >
> > I’m killing all of you. I’ll make you eat your parents.
> >
> >
> >
> > Citizen j in 2008!!
> > http://www.mild7.org/citizenj/
> > http://blog.myspace.com/baadjetame

Unflappable Bullshittery

from Cj 08 Ca CM, JimCx
always a user, sometimes useful

On 12/20/06, JimCx wrote:
> ALSO!!!!!!! WTF AM I DOING WRONG? I see that it says we’ve moved & I
> can see your stuff by clicking on home but can’t seem to start a new
> blog under our umbrella without it (seemingly) routing me to a page
> that appears to want me to start a new site. Unless it’s just titling
> my individual dispatch within our “Amer. Crisis” site…..it goes to a
> ‘check availability’-type screen….is this just to tile my current
> blog?
>
> “I got something to say. I got something to saaaaaaay!!!” — Jerri
> Blank from “Who Wants Cake?” (STRANGERS WITH CANDY)
>

ALSO!! Your comment regarding the ART & TECHNIQUE OF THE MENAGE fell
well into place with me deciding I should STOP making up my own words
to THIEVES by MINISTRY and I found a particular line that seems to
apply: Breathe, forfeit erection!

Thieves, thieves and liars, murderers
Hypocrites and bastards…in laughter

Hey thanks for nothing!
Morals in the dust
Two-faced bastards and syncophants
No trust

Thieves! liars! x4
Inside, outside, which side, you dont know
My side, your side, their side, we dont know
Which side are they? which side are they?
Which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?
Which side are they? which side are they?
Which side of the grass is greener?
Inside, outside, which side, you dont know
My side, your side, their side, we dont know

You’re like a great big fucking gun,
Just waiting to get squeezed!

Breathe, forfeit erection!
Toxical injection
Geriatric fuck-fest
We still believe in lies

Thieves! liars! x4
Inside, outside, which side, you dont know
My side, your side, their side, we dont know
Who started it? who started it?
Which side are they? which side are they?
Which side of their mouth do you suppose that it came?
Which side are they? which side are they?
Which side of the grass is greener?
Inside, outside, which side, you dont know
My side, your side, their side, no one knows

You’re like a great big hit of acid,
Waiting to be taken!

JimCx

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You know you want to be in on this shit, people.