insultadarity

NO BARS CAN HOLD YOU

2012-01-24T18:56:00.001-05:00

Wherein I get, in fact, too fucking drunk and high to even contemplate rational, responsible "blogging" and instead decide to "blog" of the secret and mysterious connection between people, places and events, only to painfully come to the conclusion: fuck it, go with the flow [with reference to the works of myself.]

Notes towards an investigation.

Actually, I really did "investigate" something this time. I've spent the last four months surrounded by conspiracies and conspiracy theories and have now sorted the [e]wheat from the [e]chaf and distilled the essence of the non-or-at-least-less-batshit-crazy-crazy-crazy shit into 5 short paragraphs consisting entirely of "what if" questions. Because I'm all about the questions.

That's OK, no need to thank me.

Most of this shit should be axiomatic to you anyway.

conspiracy theories, in 5 short paragraphs consisting entirely of "what if" statements that should be axiomatic to you anyway:

what if we are in a war? what if it is not the war we believe we are in? what if this is the way our true enemies want it? what if it is not a foreign war against a foreign enemy? what if it is a war on consciousness? what if it is a war on our own minds?

what if as well as irrelevant information, the state gives us disinformation? what if the state creates confusion to hide the truth? what if when we realise this the state creates a diversion to distract us?

what if the media “captivates” our attention? what if this restricts the range of our conscious awareness? what if the attention of the masses becomes “entranced”? what if the media create an obsessive fixation with certain superficial events that “seize” our attention?

what if we are already gullible and highly suggestible? what if the state manipulates us into a game of “divide and conquer”? what if they get rich off of other people's blood? what if they incite conflict? what if they covertly support both sides?

what if the state engages in covert, fear-based psychological warfare against us? what if we have already given away our power? what if our capacity to think and respond creatively is undermined? what if we are frozen in trauma?

And now, a poem:

the picture behind lends testament
to the ironic figure in the foreground
the subject and the context are juxtaposed

much like the jihad of your mind
against the wine glass of our civilisation
all released at the protest and the bar

chained like dogs to the screen
so the big lie slowly reveals itself
and by that act of being known

is changed back again into the unknown
much like the jihad of your mind
against the wine glass of our civilisation

Bonus!

All this was inspired by the principle - which is quite true in itself - that in the big lie there is always a certain force of credibility; because the broad masses of a nation are always more easily corrupted in the deeper strata of their emotional nature than consciously or voluntarily; and thus in the primitive simplicity of their minds they more readily fall victims to the big lie than the small lie, since they themselves often tell small lies in little matters but would be ashamed to resort to large-scale falsehoods. It would never come into their heads to fabricate colossal untruths, and they would not believe that others could have the impudence to distort the truth so infamously. Even though the facts which prove this to be so may be brought clearly to their minds, they will still doubt and waver and will continue to think that there may be some other explanation. For the grossly impudent lie always leaves traces behind it, even after it has been nailed down, a fact which is known to all expert liars in this world and to all who conspire together in the art of lying.

- Adolf Hitler: Mein Kampf, 1925, volume I, chapter X [arrogantly abridged and italicised by me.]

Oh, I know [I know!] but contain your ire. It never hurts* to put these things in their proper historical context, dig?

That's alright, no need to thank me.

* but may sometimes help

Little Bird, You Know It ALL

2012-01-18T05:23:00.001-05:00

PART I: SOCIAL INSECURITY

Love, the strongest and deepest element in all life, the harbinger of hope, of joy, of ecstasy; love, the defier of all laws, of all conventions; love, the freest, the most powerful moulder of human destiny; how can such an all-compelling force be synonymous with that poor little State and Church-begotten weed, marriage? Free love? As if love is anything but free! Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love. Man has subdued bodies, but all the power on earth has been unable to subdue love. Man has conquered whole nations, but all his armies could not conquer love. Man has chained and fettered the spirit, but he has been utterly helpless before love. High on a throne, with all the splendor and pomp his gold can command, man is yet poor and desolate, if love passes him by. And if it stays, the poorest hovel is radiant with warmth, with life and color. Thus love has the magic power to make of a beggar a king. Yes, love is free; it can dwell in no other atmosphere.

Emma Goldman - "Marriage and Love" in Anarchism and Other Essays [1911]

PART II: LITTLE BIRD, YOU KNOW IT ALL

Notes towards an investigation.

Also, a poem.

don't panic!

call the authorities

relax!

but stay alert

submit

stay off the streets

PART III: FLED IS THAT MUSIC - DO I WAKE OR SLEEP?*

Previous posts using birds as a theme or motif:

1] They Hate Us For Our Freedom

2] Any Way But Down #4: Free Like The Birds

3] Still Wouldst Thou "Sing" And I have ears in vain! To thy "high requiem" become a SOD!

* with [e] props to Keats' Ode To A Nightingale [1894]

NEVER REALLY SLEEP #5: NOTHING CONCERNING US THAT DOES NOT INVOLVE US

2012-01-13T09:33:00.005-05:00

PART I: THE SOCIAL CONTRACT

So there I was, the tragic victim of thousands of dollars in university debts, yet still seemingly unable to write a cunting blog post that wasn't full of vulgar gutter language [and worse!*] or not be mistaken for crypto-commie apoligetica just coz sometimes, I'm, like, I don't fucking care how "anarchist" you are, I just wanna do rad shit and take this system down and maybe I can work with socialists if I gotta and whatever differences we have can be sorted out amongst ourselves and anyway, after the revolution they gotta catch us before they shoot us and I just want you to think big for Christ's sake, kinda like Richard Nixon said to Henry Kissinger on this vid, you know?

PART II: NEVER REALLY SLEEP

PART III: NOTHING CONCERNING US THAT DOES NOT INVOLVE US

Or: on a conversation about the question of whether socialists & anarchists can ever work together, who will corrupt who first and, safe in the knowledge that they [omg, "they!"] will have to catch us before they shoot us, is the price worth it?

Notes towards an investigation.

Also, a poem.

anarchy has it's vanguards & mystery cults
& it's initiatory ceremonies & it's ecstatic rituals
sometimes wearing the outer clothing of marxist creeds
just to go under the radar of the empire's guns
& maybe we have to play ball with these guys for now
& maybe we'll invite them into the tent
& some of their saints will become our saints & vice versa
& it's all very lofty & formalised & esoteric
but all throughout history in ways that we don't understand yet
we shook & will shake all each others certainties
& dismantle all churches & tear down all flags

& i know anarchy looks to the future
& anarchy has it's wild moshpits
& marathon marches that make pride parades
look like funeral processions
to allow freedom to flow like lava

& it invites in all men & women
to cause a mind changing & attitude changing
& life changing alchemy
that can never be restrained by words or ideologies
to bring about a more egalitarian society
& the understanding that there is no government
or system that can "look after us"
at least not without warping us

& we're so bored with all this struggle
& we know history is written by the winners
& they don't write about this
but this is what the people on the street are saying
maybe it's hardwired into the human animal
or maybe we just want it to be that way

previous posts using anarchy as a theme or motif:

1] Melbourne Shall Be Your New Mecca #24: MAGIC BALLOT THEORY

2] Carni #8: Anarchy + Health : Health + Anarchy

3] Burn It Out Before It Grows

previous posts using richard nixon as a theme or motif:

1] "Winning Hearts And Minds"

2] What Can A Poet Do For The War Effort? #3: Never Really Sleep

3] In God's Country

* You have no fucking idea how hard I worked cleaning up that sentence.

On A Discussion Concerning "Dehumanisation" #3: IT MAY NOT LOOK LIKE MUCH NOW, BUT IT'S THE ONLY DAMN REVOLUTION WE GOT

2012-01-05T08:48:00.001-05:00

PART I: THE SOCIAL CONTRACT

But first [and by popular demand!] let us pray:

[and] the LORD said, "If your leaders say to you, 'Look, the [kingdom of Heaven] is in the sky,' then the birds of the sky will precede you. If your leaders say to you, 'the [kingdom of Heaven] is in the sea,' then the fish of the sea will precede you. Rather, the [kingdom of Heaven] is inside of you and outside of you. When you know yourselves, then you will be known, and you will understand that you are the children of the living God. But if you do not know yourselves, then you live in poverty, and you are the poverty."

Gospel of Didymos [Judas] Thomas, arrogantly abridged by me.

PART II: ON A DISCUSSION CONCERNING "DEHUMANISATION"

notes towards an investigation
also: a poem

sir! sir! we don't know where we are, sir!
everywhere rubbish piled up ready for burning

the oil-smear sheen of your civilization makes us feel dizzy

we don't know why your "progress" feels like our "destruction" feels like our >destruction<

sir! sir! can you make us famous, sir?

sir, sir, can you give us food, sir?

PART III: IT MAY NOT LOOK LIKE MUCH NOW, BUT IT'S THE ONLY DAMN REVOLUTION WE GOT

Human kind still lives in prehistory everywhere, indeed everything awaits the creation of the world as a genuine one. The real genesis is not at the beginning but at the end, and it only begins when society and existence become radical, that is, grasp themselves at the root. The root of history, however, is the human being [...] if human beings have grasped themselves, and what is theirs, without depersonalization and alienation, founded in real democracy, then something comes into being in the world that shines into everyone's childhood and where no one has yet been -- home.

Ernst Bloch; Das Prinzip Hoffnung [arrogantly abridged and italicised by me.]

Try to dig what I'm laying down:

1] On A Discussion Concerning "Dehumanisation"*
2] On A Discussion Concerning "Dehumanisation" #2: What I Wish I'd Said
3] I [really] Couldn't Have Put It Better Myself [ghostpost by Dr. Wooooo circa 2007]

BONUS!

We Sieve Your Anarchy And Transmute It Into Violence

NEVER REALLY SLEEP #4: Based On A True Story

2011-12-02T07:06:00.006-05:00

DISCLAIMER:
Once upon a time someone in an apartment in Spring Street started throwing rocks at the Occupy Melbourne protests. OK, small rocks. Stones, even. I was sitting on the lawn at Treasury Gardens eating pasta at the time. I WAS STONED! It was pretty annoying, but, like, in some places they ["they!"] throw bullets, you hear what I'm saying? In Melbourne they throw stones. And bad vibes, man. I have no idea who it was or why they did it, but the following is my entirely fictional recreation of events, from the perspective of the courageous stone thrower.

1AM 19/11/2011

No sooner than you could say "history is bunk!" the massive crackling static

filled up your head again and you knew something had changed in your park.

Every night as you walked down Spring Street towards your building you would pass them

crouching under their tarps and umbrellas and soggy cardboard placards

and as you climbed up to your dark apartment after working all day and half the night

to copulate with your indifferent partner on tired elbows before falling asleep

for exactly five hours because you had to get up again before the sun rose

and drink half a litre of coffee before you could face the next day

you thought how small and pathetic they looked down there with the rain stinging their faces

so lonely and futile that for a moment inside your body something squeezed your heart

for secretly you could never resist a lost cause - who among us can?

And as you gazed down at them for some minutes you thought to yourself:

probably no one down there or anywhere has ever felt as alone as I feel alone

for everyone down there worked together and loved each other.

And you remembered another night decades ago when you were leaving work with

your arms full of reports and reference books and you walked right into a crowd of young people

their arms were linked together and they beckoned you over so you yielded to nature

and stood with them and clapped and sang and chanted until you got tired and cold

and there was nothing you could do about it for politics and love go hand in hand

and I can prove this is true.

And then a young man burnt a flag and your whole body shook

and you moved closer to that little fire and your reports and reference books fell to the ground

to your relief and even though you didn't know anyone there you couldn't help but love and admire them

and be swept up along with them into limitless possibilities but then you heard the sound of sirens

and they were getting closer and you remembered you had to work in the morning

and if you were arrested you would lose your job and your poor mother's sisters

would never let her forget for their sons never got arrested

and would therefore be higher than you forever.

And as you stood at your window four decades and some dozens of wars later

and looked down at your park the static filled up your head again

and inside your body your heart grew cold because they looked so pathetic down there

and you couldn't see their faces clearly from your height and there was a small rock in your hand

and you threw it down with all your strength and as it fell your whole body shook

and panic filled your heart - you changed your mind! - and it hit the ground about a meter away

from a cluster of young protesters and you saw the small faces stare up at you

with expressions of surprise and hurt and you could not be sure if you were glad it missed or not

and when they made no move to retaliate you started to worry

that this non-violence could lull a person into complacency

and as you reached for another rock you thought to yourself:

they certainly are cunning down there

the way they just mill about peacefully as you throw things at them...

MEMEWHILE...
The casually pepper spraying everything cop:

Previously:
1] NEVER REALLY SLEEP
2] NEVER REALLY SLEEP #2: The Occupy Melbourne Edition
3] NEVER REALLY SLEEP #3: Too Light For Heavy Work

ACTIVIST TRAINING SEMINAR SUNDAY 13/11/11

2011-11-10T09:09:00.001-05:00

So, how's that Occupy Melbourne thing going?

Sometimes I just don't know any more.

There have been a lot of accusations in the media that we "don't stand for anything."

Sometimes I find it difficult to cut through that media generated hostility and confusion to simply explain what I think we're about. I'm not a media professional, so it can be very frustrating. But I do know that there have been many times in the past when everyday people have been able to touch the public psyche in a very deep and powerful way, just by talking about their own feelings and experiences.

So how about this? How about we say: OK, we all know the banks and corporations have far too much power. I know the last time I went to the bank, I signed a contract with a lot of complicated language and I didn't understand the fine print, but I knew if I didn't pay off my interest or my loans, they would send men in uniforms around to take all my gear and if everything I own isn't worth enough, they'd put me in jail or make me work off my debt on a community based order.

So how about we say: banks do the same thing to entire countries. Entire countries are forced into taking loans they'll never be able to pay back and the people in these countries don't get to read the fine print on these contracts, but they know if their governments don't pay back those loans - which they will never be able to do - it won't just be their furniture and cars that get confiscated, it will be their mineral resources and forests. And when these governments take out these loans, one of the conditions is structural readjustment deals with the banks and corporations, which force the people to slave their lives away to pay off these debts.

So maybe we just say: this is fucked up. Maybe we say: we here at Occupy Melbourne have been forced to take radical direct action to hold a space in our city, a few square meters, where we can talk about these things and put our heads together and put our hearts together, along with our brothers and sisters in all the occupied places around the world, to think up some solutions.

And we say: we want to back up our words with our actions.

And we say: we need this space, these few square meters, because what we need to talk about, urgently, is never going to be taught to us in schools and is never going to be discussed by the media, because the schools and the media are already complicit in this system.

And so we reclaim some space, we start talking about these things, we try to back up our words with our actions. We give free food to the homeless and run free Spanish classes, we put some plants in pots out the front of this space for anyone passing by to have, for free, we invite all kinds of people to join us, older people, carers and children, working class people and people who wear suits. We invite people into this reclaimed space to sit with us and we hope that what we're doing in this space, in these few square meters, will have a big effect on the world around us.

And the police force, acting on orders from the government, who are complicit with and controlled by the banks and corporations, try to stop us using violence.

And so we set up again. We reclaim some more space. We know it won't be easy. We know we face not insignificant risks. But we do it anyway. And we learn from our experiences and we try to do it smarter and we try to do it better.

Because if we don't have this, what have we got?

And so some of my friends and I are offering a skillshare this Sunday. We want to talk about things like affinity groups, decentralised decision making, what to do if you or the people around you get capsicum sprayed, how to take care of our own physical and mental health and look out for our brothers and sisters, how to stand our ground, while still reserving the right to tactical retreat, how to use a camera at a protest without falling on our arses and why it's important to always wear sensible shoes.

I want to make it clear that we are not "professional activists" and we don't have all the answers. We are just people, like you, who have done some things like this before and have learnt from our mistakes. We have some skills and experiences we want to share with you. We are learning too.

I also want to make it clear that everything I have written above is my own personal opinion, the other trainers may or may not agree with me. We come from different backgrounds and perspectives. The purpose of this training is not to convince you to agree with our personal beliefs, it is to empower you to take radical direct action in the safest, smartest and most inclusive way possible. We are not an Occupy Melbourne working group, we are some people who want to work with others who are participating in the Occupy Melbourne movement, despite the police violence, despite the bickering amongst ourselves, despite the media's accusations that we "don't stand for anything" and despite the fact that a lot more work needs to be done to make every single participant in this movement truly equal.

Brothers and sisters, we can do this. We can reclaim this space and we can make it vibrant and inclusive and fun and beautiful. We've done it before and we can do it again. And if we're serious about holding this space, we need to look after each other and do everything possible to share our skills and resources.

We don't need heroes and we don't need martyrs, we need everyday people, and lots of them, to stand together, in genuine solidarity, for justice.

I hope to see you* all there, this Sunday.

Here is the facebook invite.

*not you, [e]stalkers, you suck bad.

NEVER REALLY SLEEP #3: TOO LIGHT FOR HEAVY WORK

2011-11-01T08:08:00.001-05:00

OR: TOO HEAVY FOR LIGHT WORK

notes towards an investigation

nothing made as much sense as this place
i recited these words:
melbourne shall be my new mecca

the m in melbourne stands for mine
i recited these words:
really live in a city and it doesn't have to fall

i forgave the false fronts
now so many buildings are billboards
i wanted to make a clean sweep

i meant these words
sitting in an empty bar
hence this lightness

i meant these words
walking over wet concrete
hence this happiness

nothing meant as much as this place
i recited these words
and even your gutters were great poems

Try to dig what I'm trying to lay down:

1] NEVER REALLY SLEEP
2] NEVER REALLY SLEEP #2: The Occupy Melbourne Edition

NEVER REALLY SLEEP #2: THE OCCUPY MELBOURNE EDITION

2011-10-18T06:43:00.002-05:00

DISCLAIMER FOR NEW READERS:

I hope you are all impressed by the way I've been ignoring that whole Occupy Melbourne thing.

I feel that many bloggers may lack the mental self-discipline needed to ignore that whole Occupy Melbourne thing.

Nah, just fucking with you. I'm all over that shit:

Watch live video from occupymelb on www.justin.tv

PART I: COLD ANALYTICAL REASONING

I know, I know, but don't worry crew, I'm gonna talk you through that whole Occupy Melbourne thing, in the only way I know how: with some smug poetry and confusing art.

That's OK, no need to thank me.

KEEP THAT LINE MOVING!

[notes towards an investigation.]

also, a poem.

do this:

keep public ignorant

to get this:

less resistance

do this:

limit access to control points

to get this:

program simplicity

do this:

create preoccupations

to get this:

lowered defences

do this:

give more credit

to get this:

more self-indulgence
more data

do this:

social conformity

to get this:

social isolation

do this:

accelerate timing

to get this:

less data shift and blurring

do this:

collapse currency

to get this:

destroy people's faith in money

PART II: BASED ON A TRUE STORY

If oppression emanates from the power of that which is seen, then logic might compel us to investigate the possibility that resistance could ally itself with the power of that which is unseen. The unseen is not necessarily the invisible or the disappeared. It can be seen and might be seen. It is not yet seen—or it is deliberately hidden. It reserves the right to re-appear, or to escape from representation. This hermetic ambiguity shapes its tactical movement; to use a military metaphor, it practices guerrilla techniques of "primitive war" against those of "classical war", refusing confrontation on unequal terms, melting into the generalized resistance of the excluded, occupying cracks in the strategic monolith of control, refusing the monopoly of violence to power, etc.

["Violence" here also signifies imagistic or conceptual violence.] In effect it opposes strategy [ideology] with tactics that cannot be strategically bound or ideologically fixed. It might be said that consciousness "alone" does not play as vital a role in this as certain other factors. ["Freedom is a psycho-kinetic skill".] For example, there is an aspect of the unseen that involves no effort, but consists simply in the experience of places that remain unknown, times that are not marked.

The Unseen Obelisk - Hakim Bey

PART III: NEVER REALLY SLEEP

And Occupy Melbourne looks like this:

Watch live streaming video from occupymelb at livestream.com

And sometimes it feels like this:

But sometimes it's so damn amazing I just stand there and look around, smiling.

Try to dig what I'm trying to lay down:

1] NEVER REALLY SLEEP
2] You Must Have An Enemy #4: Meet The New War, Same As The Old War
3] Words Are Pictures #3: Medley Of Spirituals

Melbourne Shall Be Your New Mecca #29: The Greatest Story Ever Told

2011-07-31T09:13:00.004-05:00

PART I: Poems Are Not Facts

[Wherein, many a darkness into the light shall leap.]

"And many a darkness into the light shall leap,
And shine in the sudden making of splendid names,
And noble thought be freer under the sun,
And the heart of a people beat with one desire ;
For the peace that I deemed as peace is over and done."

- Tennyson

PART II: Melbourne Shall Be Your New Mecca

[Wherein, only paint can save us now.]

PART III: The Greatest Story Ever Told

[Wherein, the greatest story ever told.]

...and me and 49 other people found it on youtube.

I highly recommend it.

It has flaming skulls.

Thumbs up!

Try to dig what I'm laying down:

1] Melbourne Shall Be Your New Mecca #1-28

I MADE YOUR EYES #3: Set Fire To The Armchair

2011-06-23T20:48:00.003-05:00

DISCLAIMER:

Don’t ask for the formula for opening up worlds to you in some syllable like a bent dry branch. Today, we can only tell you what we are not, what we don’t want.

- Eugino Montale

PART I: I MADE YOUR EYES

Wherein, I made your eyes:

The Party could not be overthrown from within. Its enemies, if it had any enemies, had no way of coming together or even of identifying one another.

Even if the legendary Brotherhood existed, as just possibly it might, it was inconceivable that its members could ever assemble in larger numbers than twos and threes.

Rebellion meant a look in the eyes, an inflexion of the voice, at the most, an occasional whispered word. But the proles, if only they could somehow become conscious of their own strength, would have no need to conspire. They needed only to rise up and shake themselves like a horse shaking off flies.

If they chose they could blow the Party to pieces tomorrow morning.

Surely sooner or later it must occur to them to do it? And yet-!

PART II: SET FIRE TO THE ARMCHAIR

Wherein, set fire to the armchair:

He remembered how once he had been walking down a crowded street when a tremendous shout of hundreds of voices women's voices -- had burst from a side-street a little way ahead. It was a great formidable cry of anger and despair, a deep, loud 'Oh-o-o-o-oh!' that went humming on like the reverberation of a bell.

His heart had leapt.

It's started! he had thought. A riot! The proles are breaking loose at last!

When he had reached the spot it was to see a mob of two or three hundred women crowding round the stalls of a street market, with faces as tragic as though they had been the doomed passengers on a sinking ship. But at this moment the general despair broke down into a multitude of individual quarrels. It appeared that one of the stalls had been selling tin saucepans. They were wretched, flimsy things, but cooking-pots of any kind were always difficult to get. Now the supply had unexpectedly given out.

The successful women, bumped and jostled by the rest, were trying to make off with their saucepans while dozens of others clamoured round the stall, accusing the stall-keeper of favouritism and of having more saucepans somewhere in reserve. There was a fresh outburst of yells. Two bloated women, one of them with her hair coming down, had got hold of the same saucepan and were trying to tear it out of one another's hands. For a moment they were both tugging, and then the handle came off.

And yet, just for a moment, what almost frightening power had sounded in that cry from only a few hundred throats!

Why was it that they could never shout like that about anything that mattered?

PART III: QUESTION AUTHORITY AND FIND NEW METHODS FOR SURVIVAL

Wherein, question authority and find new methods for survival:

Try to dig what I'm laying down:

1] I MADE YOUR EYES
2] I MADE YOUR EYES #2: "IT'S LIKE LIVING IN THE MIND OF A DEPRESSED HIPPY"

I MADE YOUR EYES #2: "IT'S LIKE LIVING IN THE MIND OF A DEPRESSED HIPPY"

2011-05-23T09:38:00.003-05:00

DISCLAIMER:

The aim of a joke is not to degrade the human being, but to remind him that he is already degraded.

- George Orwell

PART I: ALL WARNINGS ARE FOR DISPLAY PURPOSES ONLY

"Even the Catholic Church of the Middle Ages was tolerant by modern standards. Part of the reason for this was that in the past no government had the power to keep its citizens under constant surveillance. The invention of print, however, made it easier to manipulate public opinion, and the film and the radio carried the process further. With the development of television, and the technical advance which made it possible to receive and transmit simultaneously on the same instrument, private life came to an end."

PART II: I MADE YOUR EYES

Just remember, there are things we don't know that we don't know. These things are called unknown unknowns, not just unknowns. And if the things we don't know ever decide to get us, we'll all be in the shit and the world will come to an end.

Our only hope for peace and democracy and what we absolutely have to do no matter how much the liberals complain, is torture all the Arabs and everyone else until we find out what we don't know.

I stand for 10-12 hours in my office each day.

If I can do that to protect my country then the least some terrorist can do is be strung up, given electric shocks, suffocated and told that their family are or will be killed, so we can gather valuable information in the war of, I mean on, terror.

Now that's fair and if the American people don't think so and I have to resign so a different oily puppet can feed them the same shit, so be it but I was and still am right.

We are winning the war on terror and the war in Iraq.

It's just going to take a few more generations. But one day the people will look back and realise they just didn't understand and I was right all along. And when that day comes, I will gloat.

I'll be too busy finding out the current unknown unknowns at that time and torturing people to keep them safe and secure and when I finally go to meet Jesus, he and all the people of the world will speak with a single voice, in chorus.

Rumsfeld, they'll say, you were right.

PART III: "IT'S LIKE LIVING IN THE MIND OF A DEPRESSED HIPPY"

Try to dig what I'm laying down:

1] I MADE YOUR EYES
2] Celebrity Guest Post
3] Keep That Line Moving!

I MADE YOUR EYES

2011-05-20T08:54:00.000-05:00

DISCLAIMER:

"Most of all, I'd like to thank the Government of the United States of America, for sacrificing the lives of millions of Muslim civilians, tens of thousands of poor and working class American citizens and trillions of dollars to prop up a pointless military industrial complex/security state which is even blind to massive natural disasters... please, please... turn the music down... there's more I'd like to say... "

PART I: THE LIGHTS ARE ON BUT YOU'RE NOT HOME

Wherein the lights are on but you're not home:

"The next moment a hideous, grinding speech, as of some monstrous machine running without oil, burst from the big telescreen at the end of the room. It was a noise that set one's teeth on edge and bristled the hair at the back of one's neck. The Hate had started. As usual, the face of Emmanuel Goldstein, the Enemy of the People, had flashed on to the screen."

"A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledgehammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one's will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic."

"On the sixth day of Hate Week, after the processions, the speeches, the shouting, the singing, the banners, the posters, the films, the waxworks, the rolling of drums and squealing of trumpets, the tramp of marching feet, the grinding of the caterpillars of tanks, the roar of massed planes, the booming of guns – after six days of this, when the great orgasm was quivering to its climax and the general hatred of Eurasia had boiled up into such delirium that if the crowd could have got their hands on the 2,000 Eurasian war-criminals who were to be publicly hanged on the last day of the proceedings, they would unquestionably have torn them to pieces – at just this moment it had been announced that Oceania was not after all at war with Eurasia. Oceania was at war with Eastasia. Eurasia was an ally."

PART II: YOUR WILL IS NOT YOUR OWN

Wherein your will is not your own:

"Day by day and almost minute by minute the past was brought up to date. In this way every prediction made by the Party could be shown by documentary evidence to have been correct; nor was any item of news, or any expression of opinion, which conflicted with the needs of the moment, ever allowed to remain on record. All history was a palimpsest, scraped clean and reinscribed exactly as often as was necessary."

PART III: I MADE YOUR EYES

Wherein I made your eyes:

the picture behind lends testament

to the ironic figure in the foreground

the subject and the context are juxtaposed

like the jihad of your mind

against the wine glass of our civilization

chained like a dog to the screen

as the big lie slowly reveals itself

and is changed back again into the truth

these words will rewrite you

TRY TO DIG WHAT I'M LAYING DOWN:

1] Time Is Not The Enemy

2] "Much Like The Jihad Of Your Mind, Against The Wine Glass Of Our Civilisation" #3: What Makes The Machine Go?

3] Put Your Hand Against The Screen