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** ADVANCE FOR THURSDAY JAN. 12 **FILE**Author Ken Kesey poses in this April 24, 1997 file photo in Springfield, Ore., with his bus “Further,” a descendant of the vehicle that carried him and the Merry Pranksters on the 1964 trip immortalized in the Tom Wolfe book, “The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test.” Kesey died Nov. 10, 2001 in Eugene, Ore., at age 66, but four years later a Hollywood restaurateur has persuaded the family to resurrect the original bus and restore it as part of psychedelic history. (AP Photo/Jeff Barnard,)

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The human mind acts through points of sense contact, and then quite suddenly – it jumps about – between the absurd and the ingenious. Mental formations squash awareness into mental garbage forms. How to break free?

Psychedelic pharmacopeia bridges those two mental states of the absurd and the ingenious. The drugs coalesce to find a most enlightening solution: bizarre mental states unifying the realms of the hilarious, fascinating curiosities mixed with befuddled concentration. Memory, intellect, will, imagination, emotions, feelings, perceptions, mental formations and consciousness layer themselves into a gluttonous Roman salad.

The taker of psychedelics is not a mindful listener, but instead, a voyager that lets some chemicals navigate through his or her mind. Yet the experimenter is still somehow in control. A good tweak of the ambience usually elucidates a type of ‘trip’ where he or she transverses the profound doors of sensory existence, including an intense sixth sense of the mind. The voyager-tripper is both mentally and physically within the art of traveling.

If the tripper is intelligent, he or she will ingest the substance within a controlled, sacred, or creative environment, such as around trusted friends, or during celebratory festivals, the deep forest, a mountain cave, religious rites, intellectual retreats, or performance-artist events.

Ancient nations throughout world history have used psychedelia as doorways into the deeper spiritual realms. Mental transformations increased through the processes of dance, conflict, performance or costume.

A few psychedelic explorers, however, have entered those peculiar worlds through mental sinkholes – never to return. Those few, naive seekers have flown the cocoon of sanity into the fatal embrace of psychedelics; minds drowned into ego-self delusions-monstrosities.

The decade of the 1640s seemed to get only worse. In central Mexico, a strange humidity invaded the wet season landscape, around murky waters of flayed gardens and green snot forest. Only recently, a terrible flood had engulfed the capital, Mexico City, which later overwhelmed and killed thousands of residents. A nasty pestilence was still rife in the water and in the air. Death breathed a thousand vats amongst an imprisoned population of 100,000 plus residents.

Even before the Great Flood of Mexico City of 1629, there was a near riot between two opposing factions of Spanish elites: the Viceroy versus the Archbishop. The King of Spain recalled the viceroy, but he was still concerned about those urban tensions. The king needed a good foreign spy to scope out the political ramparts and intrigues of New Spain-Mexico. King Felipe III of Spain found his man.

He represented an adventurer-Anglo-Irish-ex-soldier-ex-pirate, whatever, to do the job. His name was Guillén de Lampart, or aka, William Lamport.

Due to his Catholicism, he couldn’t stay in Ireland – even with his Anglo-Irish aristo pedigree. He transformed into a long-haired, baroque outlaw, so he attacked English ships as a notorious pirate, and then fought on the Continent in the role of an Irish soldier, one of the famous Wild Geese. He was a true swashbuckler, and an educated one too. By the decade of the 1640s, this French styled fop, Spanish-speaking, Irish aristo-pirate, dolled up in seventeenth-century garb, was on a trans-Atlantic, Spanish man-of-war bound for Mexico.

Stepping into mid-seventeenth-century Mexico City was like entering a contemporary science fiction novel for that frizzy haired, Irish, young pirate-soldier-intellectual. While he was stunned with the wild Spanish baroque church temples, brown and black-skinned people, the ancient Aztec stone ruins, pungent flowers of the sun, and dirty canals like fabled Venice – he was also shocked with the injustice everywhere.

Colonial Mexico City had a new elite class of lazy, Spanish-born, wannabe aristo-parasites, called peninsulares, who lorded it over the rest of the population. These guys did no work, and only collected tributes and taxes from the populace. They used every corrupt scheme under colonialism to grab more bribes.

Those colonial bums especially harassed native communities through forcing them to purchase agricultural junk tools, called repartimiento de mercancias. Another scam was the local Spanish city councils or cabildos forcing native laborers on public work projects that paid slave wages. One of the reasons the colonial parasites wanted so much money was for the purchase of African slaves. Mexico City became one of the premier African slave trading and selling centers in Mesoamerica. Slaving was so rampant that a good part of the urban population was becoming mixed race, Afro-mestizo.

With this new slaving culture, also came the colonial brutality of public whipping, mutilations, torture and even legal murder of African slaves, mostly due to overwork. While the Spanish colonial elites proclaimed a new and wondrous Christian republic of Mexico City, the reality on the street was a completely divergent scenario. William Lamport saw through the crap facade.

William was a still a spy though, and so he took up acquaintances with some local native nobility. One night William took the psychedelic drug of Peyote with one of the native noblemen. Through this trip, William mentally transformed himself – and found a new false identity.

Somehow he had a vision of Fortuna through leading a Mexican Revolution, uniting the Natives and Blacks, and overthrowing the Spanish colonial parasites – with him as the new King of Mexico course!

Most trippers tend to keep the outrageous and comical visions to themselves – and continue with struggling through life. Not William however, he began to talk about his new-found peyote visions. He forgot that there was a very powerful legal tribunal located in Mexico City, the Holy Office of the Inquisition.

The Inquisition had many concerns with the psychedelic use of peyote. They obviously did not like it, but they were interested in its mental transformations. William happened to tell his peyote experience to a Familar, or a snitch of the Holy Office. The Familiar promptly reported William to the Inquisitors. Within a few days, the Inquisitors had William arrested and placed inside its secret prison.

The Inquisitors were also the protectors of the King of the Spain, and in fact, the head of the Spanish Inquisition was the King of Spain. They wanted to know about the peyote vision for his planned revolt in Mexico City.

William refused to tell them the story – and instead, insulted them grievously. He represented the longest stay of any Inquisition prisoner in colonial Mexican history. While inside, he composed poetry and sonnets, and he even saw the mass imprisonment and public burning of Mexico City’s Portuguese crypto-Jews in 1649.

King Phillip III kept sending letters to the Inquisitors inquiring about his spy’s status. William even became the only prisoner of the Inquisition to actually escape from the secret prison! Within a few days they captured him and then in 1659, in front of hundreds at the Alameda Park of Mexico City, the Mexican Inquisition burned him alive with six other men. William had survived the persistent English, the unforgiving Atlantic Sea, the cannon, flintlock, musketoon, rapier, cutlass, pike and blunderbuss battlefields of Europe – but he could not escape the Inquisition.

Some historians claim that William was a type of religious-political mystic. He was nothing of the sort. He simply took a mental voyage – and never returned. He didn’t become the Irish King of Mexico – but he did become a celebrated Inquisitorial prisoner – a type of Colonial Spanish Zoro and the subject of some later books. The Peyote trip did work.

Psychoactives or Psychedelics are the drugs of traveling without moving. The mind under the dosage attaches to the sensory orifices and then allays the sensory stimulations into profound mental states. This interior transcendence is the reason why so many artists, seekers, travelers and mystics throughout world history have experimented with such substances.

The list of intellectuals, artists, scientists and inventors is a long one. For the sake of this essay, I will lightly list some of the more notable ones that transformed their identities from such potent mental drugs.

The most famous ingester from our modern times was the British intellectual and writer, Aldous Huxley. While living in California, and during his first ingestation of psychedelics, Mescaline, he composed a book that elaborated on his experiences, The Doors of Perception. One of the artists he influenced was the avid reader and musician, Jim Morrison, who used the name of The Doors, for the future well-known rock band.

Even before Huxley experimented with psychedelics, other nefarious groups were also engaging in ‘psychedelic research.’ In the late 1930s, Albert Hoffman discovered a synthetic hallucinogenic mixture, Lysergic Acid Diethylamide, or LSD, in the labs of Sandoz in Switzerland. This was the first synthetic potion, since most psychedelics normally transmit through natural plants, roots or fungi mushrooms, such as Peyote (Mexican) Mescaline and San Pedro Huachama (Peruvian) Mescaline, Psilocybin, Ayahuasca and the Iboga root from Africa.

The Psychobabble Quack Cult first tested psychedelics on incorrigible alcoholics, obsessive-compulsive neurotics and even patients that had psychotic episodes. Even the Hollywood actor, Cary Grant, took acid for his anxiety. Following the psycho-quacks nefarious footsteps, the US Military and the CIA, labeled MKULTRA, tested the drug on enlisted soldiers, convicts and other ‘unknown groups,’ to see if LSD could function as a truth serum under interrogation-torture techniques.

Professors and scientists at universities, such as the University of California Berkeley, experimented with LSD to discover its effects on creativity and genius. One such Harvard professor-scientist lauded the effects of LSD, and then became its greatest intellectual promoter, Dr. Timothy Leary. Meanwhile, diverse musicians and artists, such as the painter, Jackson Pollock and the Beat traveler-writers, Ken Kesey and Allen Ginsberg, took psychedelics for further intellectual-artistic growth.

By the 1960s, the massive Kool Aid Acid Tests, or Beach-performative parties, took place along the Northern California and Oregon coasts, the favorite rock band for those spontaneous performance art-festivals, were the traveling Grateful Dead. Many rock and free jazz musicians also ventured into psychedelic territories, such as The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix and Jefferson Airplane.

The Comic artist Robert Crumb used LSD-Acid as a window to elaborate his creations. Artist communes, such as the Drop City Collective in Colorado, also experimented with acid explorations. LSD had moved from the intellectual and spy fringes to the music-artist-hippie-counterculture. The powerless hippie buffoons hitched to the Trip.

The Amerikan Empire of Sociopaths also saw the change – and so like the Spanish Inquisition before it, banned LSD in 1966. Since then, the Empire has persecuted and imprisoned unfortunate LSD sellers within its megalith of gulags. During the late 80s and early 90s, even the DEA had rasta-haired, undercover narc agents snagging young men into the greatest prison hell hole of world history – just for a few tabs of paper acid.

Another previous psychiatric drug use, synthetic MDMA, or Ecstasy, has also entered the prison of controlled psychoactive substances – and the illegal black market. Due to its recent illegality, Ecstasy, or Molly, is now often cut with unwholesome substances, such as Heroin, increasing the risk of injury or death for casual users at raves and festivals.

Even with all the recent US Government persecution against psychedelics, the exception being the Native American Church’s legal use of Mescaline during religious rituals, they proliferate everywhere. They are especially common at raves, dance clubs and at artistic-cultural festivals, such as Burning Man and The Rainbow Gathering.

Why do religious fanatics and state sociopaths hate psychedelics so much? The answer refers to the history of its use. Since the earliest civilizations emerged in Celtic Europe, Mesoamerica, the Andean mountains and the forests of the Congo, humans have wanted to bridge spiritual voyages between their minds and the worlds around them.

Psychedelics release the sense-consciousness ducts, which allow the concealed universe to access the scattered mind. They transform mental objects into the funny and truthful. At least the human mind accepts this as so. This is the mortal danger to those serious ones who want to maintain control over the minds of the less powerful.

If any human can transpose their mental drug experiences into understanding the absurd and ironic – found everywhere and within all existence – inclusive of ourselves. So then, they can eventually laugh at the total absurdity of their own created identity egos, sacred religious-ideological doctrines, costumed hierarchies, degenerate political structures and pathetic economic systems.

The drape has been cast away and the Wizard of Emptiness reveals itself. The true god-hero of the psychoactive drug experience transforms into the scrawny kid emperor running around with no clothes on his body.

 

 

 

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Who deserves greatness, deserves your hate… Better it is die, better to starve, than crave the hire, which first we do deserve… How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, seem to me all the uses of this world… Things rank and gross in nature possess it merely. That it should come to this!

William Shakespeare, quotes from Coriolanus and Hamlet

The hardest tasks within our rough lives are often the simplest ideas to write on paper. The reasons for this absurdity relate to the human condition under civilization.

We put the mind to the grind work, and then life’s complications immediately spring up. Mind habits and inherited customs seem to crowd out the divine practice.

Maybe we should just put away our cravings and desires in ‘becoming better, more accomplished’ humans. Have we not already accessed the apex of our powers? We could simply acknowledge our own humanity, while embracing the wisdom that already resides inside.

Many astute writers of wisdom have also noticed this sick political-economic system, which vomits continually into the cesspool of human civilization. Yet so many humans would rather drown into their own mind bile – falling into rancid deaths. Some essayists have asked: how can we fight such monstrosities, and tear down the rotting walls of the system?

We are all doomed towards coming old age, terminal illness and final expiration. Since we will die and exist no more, then we should not use violence against this unjust and violent system. Being inside the human condition, we suffer, and we are all guilty of unkind actions. Violence is only feasible as an act of self-defense, when confronting a brutal physical attack.

Humanity survives within a turbulence that condemns most of us to rot, beg and wander. This Monster convicts the weaker parts of humanity to die off sooner. Global Monopoly Capitalism and the State have united together in denying us the noble life.

Forsaking compassion, this horrid complex of institutional violence gifts its free crap to the cowardly, dishonest, and cruel. The Asylum-Hell grows stronger. It breathes bloody bile. We are living in it. Openings for vitality and freedom run desolate.

Only Anarchy can save us. Anarchy gives the designs for tearing down this rotten system. There are three steps to the Anarchy process.

The first step is a complete and total rejection of this actual world.

The second course of action ignores the elites’ loaded games, traps and snares, which have already ambushed most humans.

The third stage forces us to act, cultivate our own minds and bodies, while leaving expanses for our own liberation.

How does such a humanistic practice and method function? First, we read, and talk with good friends and family. If we are tired of the lies, living the life of torture, and the potential for legal murder, then we must make the First Decision. We categorically and completely refuse the operation of the Machine. This first action is the hardest part of the process.

So many us, including many Anarchists, still possess that glimmer of hope – maybe the rotten operation will reform itself, change to a better position – allow the formerly hated prophets to reign? Nothing of the sort will ever happen. Once an organization degenerates into legal crime and violence, it is not salvageable. But with all of the eternal violence and lies of the State, emerges the resistance – Anarchy.

Instead, we resign ourselves to the actuality of the moment. We let go of our own doubts and slothful fantasy nonsense.

While the Mainstream Media, paid hacks and corporate advertising madmen scream about Changes, Election-Selections, Order, State of the World, etc., we just ignore them. We let their rants enter the universal space filled with mostly garbage culture, and then we go on our ways. We refuse to pay any attention to their prattle.

We never attend their events, gatherings, polls, rituals, interviews, elections, comments, discussions, programs, etc. Again, just letting go is sufficient. This is easier written than done, yet we never asked to live inside such a corrupt and vile social structure – so we opt out. Actions speak greater volumes on the nature of resistance and power.

Next, we create works of art that expose and denounce the legal criminality. Each one of us has artistic abilities where we can expose such disreputable organizations: continual state violence, political-economic elite ‘high culture,’ the scams of global monopoly capitalism, or FIRE sectors: finance-bank swindles, insurance frauds and real estate property pimping.

For us historians, we write – and write some more, all in opposition to the lies and deceit. There exist carpenters, sculptors, architects and builders who create living structures in tune with the land and in opposition to real estate dealer gangs. We have cooks that can prepare delicious meals from scratch outside of the restaurant shell game, or even fabricate their own sweet wine.

Real doctors run open practices where they are both healers and educators on the human body. How many other painters, mechanics, website developers, athletes, electricians, poets and scientists could contribute to a community’s imaginative artistry and growing liberty.

It is through the act, the process, and the practice where the liberation births. The Matrix of Hate and Money, disguised through crap advertising and base publicity, keeps pushing the lies that we all must advance, force ourselves to swallow, imprison ourselves within goals, embrace outcomes through obsessive note taking. They tell us: we must reach the distant apex and far off objectives. Self-help websites and spirituality videos continue such flimflam operations.

We return to the process. We reject their garbage of mental derangement, while we ignore their traps to spend money, all so they can abuse our good intentions. Anarchy reenters the wheel of liberation. Anarchy creates from our fountains of rebirth.

All humanity possesses the skills to fabricate freedom and power. Our bodies exist in the realms of suffering and correction, but we can also live in the paradise of liberty and love.

Free the mind first and the rest will follow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anarcho-Historian Lesson #11: The Perversion of the Modern City

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Human civilization has made its own history through the tempests of culture and creation.

But with all of civilization’s benefits, humanity simultaneously cursed itself to permanent warfare. Warfare does not just exist on the battlefields with armies and weapons; it also functions inside the unjust and unequal distributions of class power within both society and culture. The warfare of urbanization has represented one of the most absurd attributes, whirling inside the tragic saga of the human condition.

Humans have left the sanctity of the land, the hearth, and the family, in order to transform themselves into subjects under the weary gaze of the rulers. The subjects receive a new identity, and yet they become targets for both the rulers and the enemies of the rulers. Wherever there are political rulers, there are always enemies. A minute faction from the subject population reaches into the ruling clique, while another minute faction joins the enemy camp.

Some human ideas have been beneficial to civilization, such as fire for culinary, metallic-sculpture and martial arts, and the wheel for transport, industry and the ceramic arts.

The human invention of urbanization helped deliver civilization to Homo sapiens sapiens. The urban subject no longer had the obligation to work inside the Earth and hunt for food. They could attend to their own private gardens and enjoy the bounty of culture found in the city.

But there was also a terrible price on their heads, and a nasty fear had piqued those very subjects. What if the rulers became tyrants and then decided to sacrifice their own subjects in order to hold on to their own power? What if the enemies of the rulers surrounded, starved out and sacked the city, enslaving everything away in chains – including the subjects private belongings, and even destroying completely people’s extended families?

One of Urbanism’s stage right onto human history represented the 6 century BCE. On the Gulf Coast of Mexico lived a great people, referred to later in history, as the people of the rubber, or the ‘Olmecs.’

The land was good. The warm, balmy climate offered an agricultural abundance, yet its tempests disciplined the cities. The winds could bite, and yet they spread their ethereal honey on the plants and maize. The rains sometimes drenched and drowned the unwary travelers. Plants still made love to the rain. The reeds were often harsh to touch, but they helped in maintaining the delicate balance. Everything drank from the earth’s sacred blood, and then it all cascaded deep into the rain’s sacred liquid pools.

In the Olmec world, an impressive city of stone had stood proud to the world, and it possessed a marvelous large pyramid of brown boulder rocks in the center. Around the pyramid were bulky grey temple structures and some thick quarry palaces for the ruler’s family, noble relations, and priests. The massive stone pyramid holding the dark glare, gave the subjects a sense of identity, and it seemed that the calendar rituals and religious festivals truly connected to the earth world at both the cave level and sky worlds.

Sacrificial bloodletting enabled the elites to perform the magic effortlessly. All subjects possessed their blood lines to the city’s elites, whether through artisan, merchant or farmer relations. Their blood ties also ran deep into three distinct categories: territory, family and service-labor obligations.

Everybody had their own economic niche and knew their place within the city. There were no vagabonds or beggars, and no one starved on the streets. There weren’t any issues with festering garbage refuse, nor with rampant disease. The city was actually quite small compared to modern standards. It only had a few thousand residents. But each resident existed as part of a grander family, and an even larger kinship group. Everyone recognized his or her own sacred hearth and home within the great urban polity. The Olmecs were living in an almost paradise.

Yet, the urban polity felt unsettled about the constant warfare, the enemies that led sudden attacks, or even the unknown wrath of natural disasters, such as storms, quakes and floods. Like all things in the cosmos, the times began to change, with war and disaster occurring more frequently and more devastatingly. What was actually changing, if the same rituals of sacrifice and devotions had always stayed the same?

The elite families could change the rules for obligatory labor services and tribute taxes. With the continual wars, they often did demand more from the subjects. Living in a great city was a divine gift, but at the same time, the subject lived in dread of the elites’ magical and violent powers. What if the wars led directly to them? What if the city had actually defeated the enemies, yet the enemies had already destroyed all the family and kin ties?

Better to live free and easy than under the tutelage of a powerful, military dynasty – even with all of the blood ties. The subjects slowly began to leave the cities. They preferred to farm out in the mountains, near the water sources, runs, and forest clearings. Eventually, more people began to leave the city for the basic freedom found in the abundant Earth. About two hundred and fifty years later, after so many more years of warfare and emigration, the magical and powerful city stood abandoned.

The ancient city had its days in the light of civilization, and even the ancient Olmec elites knew that their cities would die in the distant future – just like the old dynasties and the old, decrepit great grandfathers.

Our modern cities are vastly different however. These blights on humanity refuse to die and the political-economic elites that run such cities have used every conceivable criminal trick within the shadowy schemas of history to continue their misrule. Our modern monsters want their hells to live forever in order to burn and flay the ignorant and poor masses. And like always, they seem to get away with their horrifying games of corruption.

Our modern cities have become suffocating nightmares representing the perversions of global monopoly capitalism strangled with rampant state consolidation, street level criminality, institutional corruption, and city hall tyranny. Meanwhile, the urban subjects have to shame themselves continuously in watching the slow dying of the homeless, while enduring the public signs that threaten fines and imprisonment with those public, intrusive billboards that advertise useless crap.

Within the chasm of modern urbanism, most of us must deal with street hustling and the brutality of open poverty. Most terribly, the rulers constantly threaten their own citizens in demanding regular payments for all of this madness. The subjects must submit to unending and augmenting protection monies through rent paying, housing frauds, bad public transit, utility extortions, municipal and sales taxes, street fines, parking fees and wage slavery.

Meanwhile, the urban masses endure the miseries of contaminated dirt, household pests, rude behaviors, flim flam artists, common insults and reckless property pimping. The three wild animals that tend to survive in these environments are rats, cockroaches and pigeons. That our modern, urban populations do not end up as crazed lunatics on the streets, explains the marvelous surviving power of the human will under civilization.

Some crap historians have stated that this urban system of decay has always existed within human civilization. This is another abject and hideous lie. The Greek polis had only few thousand actual citizens. Ancient citizens fully participated in the life of the polis, whether at war, peace, festivals or simply speaking truth to power in the public markets and plazas. No citizen had to live a marginalized existence. Those cities were more like medieval monasteries without all the rules, controls, living in cells, and hiding away from the public. The Greek polis lived as a tight community of citizen-warriors-pleaders engaged in the full plenary of an urban, spiritual life.

The imperial Roman city had changed greatly since the days of Peloponnesian Wars in the Hellenic peninsula, (during the fifth century BCE), but the spirit of the polis still survived – and even as ancient imperial Rome, (around the second century AD), had reached a population level of few hundred thousand.

Urban Romans generally lived in two types of housing, either in the ‘domus,’ or a type of round-square urban house with a garden and front patio, or in ‘insulae,’ which were small apartments in block buildings. These homes had no glass windows and anyone could enter the domus patios and the insulae apartments. The Romans had little need for privacy because the Roman state did not imprison and murder their own citizens over personal conduct. People lived in the public realm because the honor of the community was more important for social cohesion.

The insulae dwellers did not pay our contemporary rent extortions as some historians have stated; instead, the residents of the insulae paid for their housing through labor or service obligations, within the personal political economy where the lesser clients worked for their wealthier patrons. Roman insulae dwellers received a regular dole of bread and some other foodstuffs for basic survival. No Roman complained about such a dole because an urban resident received the basic rights for survival and community support.

All Roman citizens could take part in the political and public life of the market, or the ‘forum.’ Citizens had the right to use the public baths and bathrooms of the cities, called, ‘latrinae.’ All citizens gathered their drinking water, cleaning water and community news at the public fountains. Roman public life also frequented the market stalls where each city street had a particular artisan craft on display, called ‘tabernae.’

Roman elites also built their far off cities, called ‘colonae,’ for a specific population size, and all urban citizens, whether soldier or artisan, possessed full inclusion within the greater urban life. Romanization was not just an arrogant Caesar conquering a territory, it also represented an inclusive, small city for all nations that desiring to live the Roman, urban, imperial dream.

How did our modern cities become the horrors of horrors that they are today? We can thank European imperialism and mercantile capitalism, with their invasions, prisons, epidemics, colonialism, slavery and mass murder, around the middle of the sixteenth-century, or the 1500s.

European Colonialism destroyed the ancient cities and the marvelous wonders around the world. It replaced them with the health horrors that still fester in our days. The European colonial invaders who hated washing and cleanliness wanted to infect the rest of the world with their own miseries. In that sense, they were successful.

The European colonial powers enforced mercantile capitalism through its brutal monopolies, massive land thefts, slave trading and export plantations that worked the kidnapped laborers to death. Mass kidnapping rings located off the coasts of West Africa could always replenish the exterminated labor pool.

European colonial statecraft set up the first prisons, Inquisitions, witch hunting tribunals, and other wondrous torture methods to scare the cowardly. European authorities imposed the first forced conversions in order to exterminate the native cultures. The European colonial city had thus transformed into cauldrons of sickness, disease and the bad death. And like all epidemics, they have spread out into the entire human world.

The European colonial elites further perverted modern urbanism through dividing the colonial city into racial caste and social class sections. There was one destitute section for the colonized victims and the other poor losers, where there was another nicer section, usually around the city center, for the colonial bureaucrats and military commanders, inclusive of wealthy slave traders and slave owners who owned their second homes.

We still see such eyesores today. We have our ghettos ransacked with no jobs or brutal jobs that pay badly, abandoned buildings, disease and rodent infestations, run down, street crime ridden sections of town, and next we have our gentrified, hipster zones where the easy job, six figure salary people enjoy clean, well-stocked supermarkets with eclectic cafe-bar-restaurants. The city’s government juntas don’t care about how many people move into their urban wastelands, which chew out their millions of victims. The more poor vermin that enter, the greater the slave wage, reserve army of labor population pool. These massive, megalopolis cities literally feed from the trough of criminal neglect.

Large cities that are also capital cities are even worse off than the megalopolis cities. A large population of the capital city essentially exists on state parasitism. These state spongers include paper pushing government bureaucrats, military, judicial, legislative managers, political executives, numerous guard-security-police forces, and other useless appendages, such as media hacks, corporate consultants and ideological front groups. They offer no useful skills to society whatsoever – except in maintaining the supremacy of central, state and municipal government power.

There is no hope in changing such blights on humanity and on the Earth. The smart losers become wiseguys, gangsters and street thugs, while the sad others have to either beg for the privilege of becoming a wage-rent paying slave, or the real unfortunates, sensitive others, just abandon all hope and wait to die horribly on the city streets. Suicide through urban neglect.

Many fall into the traps and permanent craters of modern, urban life. Some will die painfully from mental-physical illness, or they will become hopeless addicts partying on bad, cheap drugs. Some others just spend the rest of their days in the prison-gulag-concentration camp system. A few will make it as low-level, legal assassins for the state’s military institution. Eventually, poverty, war and misery will tear apart most of their fragile minds and bodies.

Living within our modern urban pits, the political-economic elites have continued their relentless war against us. We Anarchists know this truth and so we only have one option remaining: we must fight against such injustices through both our dignity and honor.

We can squat abandoned buildings. We could wheat paper and spray paint over their threatening signs, or we can set up spontaneous parties in the city streets. We might also set up free kitchens, guerrilla gardens, and feedings, or arrange a free, bartering market in a public park – or even occupy central city locations and make them our own domains.

We have only our personal wills to mental freedom – these gifts still remain with us.

Rewashing the Capitalist Nightmare: no jobs, no hard work ethic

Posted: September 7, 2014 in absurdity, administrators, American universities, Amerikan Empire, aristocracy, arts and leisure, bank accounts, banks, basic necessities, beggars, benefits, Bertrand Russell, bonuses, bosses, buying, capital, capitalism, capitalist culture, capitalist society, celebrities, civilization, class war, college education, control, corporate entities, corporate executives, corporate media, courage, criminals, culture, dead money, death, deceit, delegate workload, dignity, disease, dividends, doormen, eating out at restaurants, economic backups, elites, employment, energy, enlisted slaves, fabrications, family, fancies, freedom, gated communities, global monopolistic capitalism, gourment eating, h, hard work, health problems, hierarchy, history, hold a job, homelessness, honor, human history, hypocrites, ideologies, idleness, imprisonment, inheritance, institutions, job creation, job hustle, job search, jobs, killing, labor, labor pool, landlords, laziness, legal fraud, leisure, lies, life, luxury, management, media liars, mental exertion, modern society, modernity, money, morality, murder, occupation as ideology, opportunity, owners, pain and suffering, pay, payouts, personal time, physical exertion, police, police murder, priests and warriors, private property, profit, property pimping, protection racket, real work, religious dogmas, rent, responsibilities, ruling classes, sacrifice, salaries, scams, shareholders, slavery, slaves, social classes, social control, society, space, starvation, stocks, surplus capital, the Law, time, toil and endurance, travel, trust fund, twist the laws, tyranny, tyranny of the job, underemployment, unemployment, usury, violence, wage slaves, wages, wealth, wealthy, welfare bums, work, work ethic, worker ants, workers, world history, youth
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One part of the modern narrative of life, or the official account of things, unequivocally states that all of us direct and control our own lives, and that only we are responsible for our own life choices. This false adage represents another modern lie on top of a dung heap of fabrications, all fully drowned within an urban sewer of deceit.

Most humans live under the tyranny of the job. First, we have to maintain our dignity during the arduous search for work. If we happen to find a job, then we have some new and important requirements within our lives in order to hold the job. We regularly travel to and fro from the job for most of our daily lives, and finally, it is necessary to sacrifice the majority of our precious time for the job. We must structure our complete existences around the said job: the hours we wake up, clean and dress, eat our meals, prepare for sleep, and plan our outside job activities, such as family commitments, friendship activities, and alone leisure times.

If we must leave, or quit the job, then the system instructs us to give verbal or written notice to the higher-ups inside of the work hierarchy. In the case of a firing, then we have to start at plan zero all over again. We cannot mention the previous employment, which becomes a dead time, and we must slay our honor to the brutality of the job market. Most of us job beggars become dishonest and wary of the whole employment market miasma.

If we have bills and debts to pay, and especially raising a family, we often stay working at jobs we hate. All this ‘responsibility’ implies that we are beholden to some cruel higher power. What is this malevolent higher power that forces us to work for most of our lives? What has coerced us to do the public and personal humiliation of the ‘job search,’ and to sacrifice our minds and bodies for such a political economic parasite, which bites and sucks out our youth, time and energy?

It is not the job itself that causes such pain. Our contemporary, global, monopoly capitalist system, which we all must survive under, represents the culprit forcing us to bow our knees and do remonstrance before the Almighty Job.

The job has existed as the unnamed, societal need for all of us to live without government hassle, such as urban homelessness, destruction of our personal property, eating rotten food or undernourishment, exposure to the elements, dirty clothes, health problems, fines, physical beatings, imprisonment and in some cases, police murder.

If we want to live unmolested from the violence of capitalist society, then we must sacrifice the majority of our lives for the job, or for work – or for doing some labor, so that the owner can make a profit off of us, and never have to worry about holding a job, nor sacrificing him or herself for the job search ever again.

Not all of us live ball and chained to the job dynamic. A few people on earth do not have to worry about finding a job, laboring in harsh conditions, or performing the work search nightmare. These special, economically free people all have a common backup: surplus capital, or diverse holdings in money-making schemes, such as high performing stocks, bonds, dividends, payouts, benefits, bonus packages, and deep bank accounts.

This group further divides into three distinct sections. The first group represents the owners of various private properties, such as multiple residential and commercial units in an urban center. This particular group lives off of rent or usury. The renter pays an exorbitant percentage of his or her salary, and yet never gets to own any real property. The dead money from the renter’s hard work goes straight to the profit of the landlord and ensures the renter’s protection racket for shelter, cooking food, cleaning-toilet privileges and privacy.

The second group denotes the owners and major shareholders of companies and corporate entities where they regularly partake of annual dividends and corporate executive pay-bonuses. These people do not work much either, except attend lots of meetings, travel to different offices and send e-mails or letters to each other and to the various subsections under them.

The third group represents the familial descendants and legal beneficiaries of the deceased wealthy. They live from inheritance money, or as trust fund people. All of them own lots of surplus money, which allows them to live extravagantly. They do not do any work at all, but engage in their own pet projects. Some live for sports activities, such as sail boating or skiing. Others prefer art collection, such as art gallery ownership or art investment selling, while a specific subgroup enjoys the delights of world travel, such as gourmet eating across the globe or visiting primitive tribes in far out areas.

The most well liked subsection of this group represents the female celebrity jet set that engages in excessive fashion buying and attending decadent parties. A few others simply become rich drug addicts, often preferring cocaine or heroin.

All of these wealthy mobs tend to own nice, spacious homes and apartments, and there is ample space between the large homes, or the apartments have thick walls between them. Their neighborhoods are safe and pleasant to look at, and there is often a gated security force always on duty, or doormen and elevator men making sure that poor lowlifes don’t venture near the building. This class of persons often eat out at expensive restaurants, and they travel on their whims whenever they feel like going somewhere. They can afford to purchase fine clothes, new cars, new gadgets or whatever else suits their fancy. Most importantly, they can enjoy their lives securely knowing that they don’t have to ever sweat the job hustle or the youth killing service of labor.

For thousands of years of history, all civilizations having had strong social class differences and hierarchies, and have also displayed this class of people. Labor comes from the Latin, ‘laborem,’ which implied hardship, toil, exertion, pain and fatigue. The term was a negative one and it is still negative to this day. Our English word of work came from the Old German, ‘verk,’ which implied everything from physical exertion, to defecation, to a quick sexual act. During thousands of years of world civilization, the people who have had to exert themselves, suffer under hardship, toil and endure unending pain – were the slaves. The people who did not work while enjoying their leisure time – became the elites.

Human history adds another absurd anecdote between the working slaves and the elites of leisure. Most of the arts of human civilization, such as philosophy, religion, sciences, language arts, martial arts, weapons, plastic arts and architecture, birthed from the elites’ use of leisure.

Priests did not work, neither did the warrior class, nor did the ruling classes. They still avoid work to this day. The savvy politician has underlings to rewrite and twist the laws, the general has inferior officers to direct the enlisted slaves, and the administrator or corporate executive delegates the workload to the salaried managers, while owner board management barks orders to the worker ants.

From this unjust system that birthed human civilization, the elites developed a crass ideology in order to mentally control the slaves, and still defended through all religious dogmas and societal institutions. This ideology consists of the dignity of one’s labor, one’s occupation transforming into a main part of one’s personal identity, and the hard work ethic. All three of these strictures are base lies. The absurdity of these lies resides in the fact that the people who have never done any real work have also been the same people to propagate such nonsense. The lazy bums of leisure have dictated the game to the slaves – and it has worked marvelously throughout human history.

In no other country has it worked so completely as inside the Amerikan Empire or the United States of America. Many Americans hold great interest in the lives of wealthy socialites and celebrity trust funders that have never worked a hard day in their lives, while they spit out venom against street beggars and welfare bums because they don’t hold a job.

In no other country does one see so many media liars blaming the unemployed for their unemployment. These low paid lowlifes often berate the unemployed for their lack of job networking, bad resumes, their ugly appearances, etc. Yet, nobody calls these people out for their own perversity in hiding the nature of global monopolistic capitalism.

Politicians in both political parties curse the poor and unemployed regularly. They continually fulminate against them in the media, demand more prisons to warehouse them and more cops to murder them, and they even skew welfare and housing laws to harass them incessantly.

Meanwhile, global monopoly capitalism offers less and less employment as the number of administrators and corporate executives increases. Not only do the number of elites increase for a few selected people, but their payouts also increase substantially.

I noticed this as a working graduate student-assistant inside a typical American university. The university administrators did almost no work except attend meetings, corporate functions, and send out e-mails. They simply delegated the actual labor to their subordinates. The administrators ultimately controlled the governance, the purse strings and the hiring. They all made six figure salaries and almost none of them taught any classes. Under them were the sports coaches, then the well-paid professors in the professional schools, next the tenured professor managers, and finally, the rest of lowly paid servile staff. A regular university course charged the same amount of extortion rate money, whether taught by a tenured full professor making 80,000$ per year, or by a part-time wage slave with a master’s degree only making 750$ per fourth month course.

This wonderful American university system functioned under legalized fraud. But this fraud now defecates its excrement in all of society&#