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Class War, Always and Forever

Posted: July 14, 2015 in administrators, Amerikan universities, Anarchy, background checks, bad jobs, bills, boards of directors, bosses, bums, buying power, capital, capitalism, car costs, CEOs, class, class struggle, Class War, clothes, commandeering class, consumers, corporations, corrupt judges, cost of living, cowardice, crap jobs, creativity, dignity, dirty jobs, drifters, drug tests, economic elites, economic losers, education, elite universities, employees, employment, employment history, energy, evil world, executives, family contacts, fight back, fire at will, firing, fleeting youth, foreign student-worker visas, full-time work, Global Monopoly Capitalism, Great Depression, hard labor, high end managers, high priced education, high prices, history, hobos, homeless, honor, housing, ideas, ideologies, illegal immigrants, immigration, independent contractors, initiative, jails, job prospects, job searches, jobs, killing job, labor, laid off, landlords, legal robbery, legal structural unemployment, legal system, legal theft, leisure time, low wages, management, master-slave relationship, McJob, no contract work, no jobs, odd jobs, oppression, overwork, owners, parasites, part-time work, pay raises, peons, poverty wage, prisons, products, profits, property pimps, public transportation, quitting, resistance, sabotage, salaries, schools, service industry, shopping, slavery, slumlords, social classes, stealing, sub-standard apartments, surplus labor, surplus value, symbols, taxes, the military, time, travel costs, travelers, unemployed PhDs, unemployment, United States, unpaid labor, useless university degrees, vacation time, wage earner, wage slavery, wage struggle, wages, work, work experience, work time, workers
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There exist certain unmistakable symbols and ideas, which define a political movement or an ideology.

For Communism, it is the hammer and sickle over the bright red flag, the labor gulag and Stalin’s execution lists. For Fascism, it is the strutting dictator stapled with phony medals, goose stepping SS soldiers, the swastika and the death camps, experts in the art of murder. For Liberalism, it is the grey institutional, corporate-bank building filled with bureaucratic drones, the local white stone courthouse, the police station, jail-prison with bars, the office of the local sheriff, and the brown brick, state school, with yellow school buses added for a little touch of class.

But what exists for Anarchy? We have the classic A with the circle around it. We have the long N shaped symbol with an arrow moving upward and a circle around that. And we have a black flag with some red in it – with part of the flag having a star, or even a fist, or whatever. There is also the Anarchist Black Cross, a type of Greek Cross or a Medical Cross, which usually has a clenched fist on the top of the vertical bar. We can also add a punk looking individual to the mix, and some Anarchists have even appropriated the classic black and white pirate flag with the skull and crossed bones. But there is an idea that maintains its constancy within all Anarchy practices: the Class War.

How many memories and bad experiences do we continue to hold from all of our crap jobs history – or where we still trudge and grudge our lives away?

All of my diverse jobs in my personal life were bad ones, including the one that I held for the most labor time of my life: as a lowly paid, graduate teaching assistant at some western land-grant American university. My second longest work stretch was my time surviving in the US Military. I was lucky to not get kicked out of that one.

My employment history mostly shows a shattered list of short work stints, about a few months at the most, and in the end, the owner bastards often fired me. I am damn proud of this spotted work record too. I have openly lived my life as a true warrior inside of the Class War. I have never traded nor soiled my honor, nor my dignity, to a boss-manager parasite.

Believe it or not, I’ve actually worked hard – if the job interested me. I have always arrived on time to work, and while inside of the wage struggle, I got straight into the labor intensity. I have never liked just sitting or standing around, and I always tried to find some initiative or creativity on my own in order to learn more things. But in the end, we all live under the loaded shotgun of the Class Struggle. The loaded shotgun has always aimed at us – the regular workers, the drinking class, the working class.

The commandeering class parasites don’t see it that way however. They want to avoid the most work as possible in order to collect a higher salary with lots of benefits – the worker ants damned! Those losers constantly delegate the hated work jobs, often cleaning or organizing tasks, onto the lower worker peons. Those hacks also have the ear of the owners. And the owners only want one thing – profits!

This is the Class Struggle: the owner wants more work out of the wage slaves, while also hoping to cut down the employee wages in order to increase profit margins; meanwhile, the workers want to conserve their energy for life outside of work, while hoping for a measly pay raise – maybe some time in the distant future.

Since its ugly surfacing some hundreds of years ago, Capitalism has waged a most ruthless war or struggle against the lives of most humans. Whether we like it or not, we all must survive in the Class Struggle, and fight until the bitter end – inside of the Class War.

The owners holding the capital have waged a relentless war against us. Our wage slave jobs slowly rot out our bodies, and eventually clog our vital energies, and so we must fight back. We battle the owners every day on the job, or we fight back as consumers against their crap products, or we even expose the owners’ dishonest practices through writing scathing reviews on the Internet. There are many more ways to struggle.

There is also sabotage. Sabotage does not just imply purposely breaking the machines; although, in extreme situations, this works too. It can also mean following every single rule in the business in order to slow down production or any system of overwork. It can even mean informing the state authorities about the owner’s negligence of the laws. Yes, we can use the divide and conquer method against our foes, since they have continually used similar methods against us.

Another sabotage tactic is giving out the product for free to customers in order to show our appreciation for choosing the business! This has also worked splendidly in the past. The owner crooks can lambast all they want about stealing, but this is just giving the customer a bit more appreciation. Customer service is king – and especially under Global Monopoly Capitalism that truly rules our evil world.

Capitalism steals more than our wages. The system robs us through its flimsy tax scams, which we lower orders can never use, such as unemployment and social security money. In the United States, most employers reject the unemployment claims of fired workers most of the time – and the corrupt judges generally rubber stamp the boss’ dirty deeds. We can only receive some federal, state and city back taxes, if we make less than the poverty wage. Anyway, the poverty wage is so low that it exists as a worthless system for any wage earner.

The thugs in the US federal government are getting a little nervous however. They recently started an Earned Income Credit scam that allows the peons to keep a little crumbs from the ‘taxed money.’ Nice try. Those band aids never help.

Capitalism also robs the lowly paid wage workers grievously through stealing their surplus labor. Every day that we arrive to work and labor hard, we actually create a surplus product ready for sale. Our unpaid surplus labor creates a surplus of value, or wealth, for the owners. Yet, we only receive a low wage that barely pays for our dismal lives of bill paying, taxation and basic cost of living, such as food, housing and clothes.

Nowadays, many wage slaves have to work two or three jobs in order to live in an sub-standard apartment. Landlords have also become desperate within this capitalist shell game, and in many small cities and towns, ‘with jobs,’ they have lifted the prices for basic living into the American megalopolis price zones of New York and San Francisco.

Many Amerikan landlords have transformed themselves into property pimps who push anyone who can’t pay their exorbitant rents into the poorer or rural suburbs, such as the young, lumpen poor and minorities.  The displaced poor then have to flush their money into urban scam ‘public transportation,’ which costs more than actually driving a car around the city. Other wage slaves living in the more rural parts will have to dig deeper in their pockets for paying gas costs, state mandated taxes, state mandated insurance and auto part-repair bills. And these people still have to buy decent food, wear cool clothes – and possibly enjoy their scant leisure time.

The owners have successfully colonized and scammed our leisure activities. Most of our ‘fun activities’ cost something: bars, restaurants, cafes, concerts, festivals, amusement parks, outdoor sports, parties, lotteries-casino gambling, etc. We have to throw our money away to another group of owners in the ‘service industry,’ and whose members often represent the more noxious elements of the small business owner class. Going out and enjoying our lives, during ‘our time off,’ is not so cheap anymore.

We must structure our crowded lives around our ‘jobs.’ which slowly degenerate our meager existence. The boss-owner group can take off whenever he or she wants, and do whatever he or she wants during work hours: a golf game, a two-hour lunch, a visit to family, personal shopping, or even just a light nap or refreshing break. We continue working, and worst of all, the job steals away our precious personal time – and sadly, our fleeting youth. The owners makes the work-life schedules, not us.

The owner-bosses like to take multiple week vacations throughout the work year. Few wage slaves get the old, two-week paid vacation from the distant past. If you ask for it, it tells the boss that you want fewer hours – and he or she will soon terminate your employment.

Most wage work doesn’t even have work contracts anymore. The owner can fire the employees at will, and they often do just that – for whatever reasons. There are so many other wage slaves, and especially young ones, banging on the doors. The owner can just go down the list and call up the most pliable worker.

In some service professions in the US, such as restaurants-bars, distributing centers, cleaning services and construction-repair work, the bosses have a massive pool of illegal immigrant workers to exploit. Other businesses can use a pool of legal, foreign visa students-workers. The owners inside the education, nursing and software industries exploit this privilege all the time. I have yet to see the federal, state or local governments punish those dishonest owner crooks who prefer to hire non-Americans. If you can hire a foreigner to do the same job, worker harder, and for less pay – than why not?

Ultimately, more and more owners refuse to pay the full amount of salary when they fire employees, or when the employees quit. Fighting for the rest of the pay is simply not worth it, since the legal system always backs up the owner class, and the proof of outright theft is on the employee. How many employees have the time or energy to fight back? If the wage slave does not have any family money to help him or her, then he or she had better find another crushing, soul killing job – or he or she will then join the ranks of the homeless ‘bums,’ or drifters.

The worst part of the story is still not over. As this Global Monopoly Capitalist system becomes more outrageous and more brutal, so there emerges a smaller pool of available jobs. The only jobs left will be those high paying administrator-commandeering manager-executive class jobs. Those people do no useful work whatsoever, except attend meetings and pass e-mails. Those jobs are for the people who have attended highly rated universities and have some wealthy family contacts. This leaves the rest of us thrown into the Capitalist Maelstrom.

The lucky ones will have some important manual skill where they can find work as ‘independent contractors’: electricians, builders, plumbers, welders, or simply fix-it-all, jack of all trades, people.

For the rest of us, losers, the future enters a biting darkness. I include myself in this group, since PhD bums in history were stupid enough to believe that there were jobs for intellectually smart-street wise dummies. In the past there were job prospects, but the sociopaths that hold power in the Amerikan Empire don’t care anymore. Why should they? Most PhD recipients have transformed themselves into pathetic cowards. How can any PhD with any sense of honor and dignity work as an adjunk, part-time teacher for less pay that any McJob dweeb?

What can we do to forestall such a monstrous future waiting for us?

We must embrace the Class War, since the elites, the top owner class within the boards of directorships of the major corporations and banks, including their top political class minions, have already declared war against us – from the beginning of human history. Before it was the master-slave relationship, now it is the owner-wage slave relationship.

We have only two choices ahead. First, We could bow our heads and keep looking for different work situations, and if we have family money to help us out, then we can survive with odd jobs.

The other option is that we can reject work altogether and just become traveling bums or drifters – like the hobos of the Great Depression. Yes, I mean drop out of the work force, travel around to different parts of the country, and find the odd job for some desperate cash.

Yet even this old ‘job search’ system is dying. Most of the ugliest, slave-like jobs either require a background check of a few pages, inclusive of a drug test, or they are only reserved for the illegal immigrant slaves who will desperately do any job, including septic cleaning and slaughterhouse killing.

The Class War continues: always and forever!

 

 

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The feelings and thoughts about lost times, years never to recuperate – those mental pains are some of the tortures that regularly accompany the living.

I distinctly remember one of my first years of graduate school. We grad student representatives, dressed in our khaki pants and ugly university t-shirts, had hosted a party for the incoming grad students inside a small and dirty, multi-use student lounge. The grad students had to show their flimsy identification cards in order to enter, while ‘the party’ featured stale bread, Wal-Mart cheese plates and super cheap wine.

All types of grad students entered the premises. I saw haggard women in their sixties just getting degrees for the sake of degrees and loud mouth kids barely out of their undergraduate studies who embarrassingly got drunk like they were at a frat party. There were also lots of rich foreign kids from China, India and other Asian countries, and some really peculiar specimens representing the melancholic diversity of human misery entered at the door.

I spotted a small, balding homeless man with dirty clothes. His physical, facial profile resembled a cross between a hallucinating mental patient and a twisted pigeon that one finds crapping off urban ledges. He did not talk and let off weird noises and grunts as he devoured the cheap cheese and dip snacks. I spotted another forty something male, wearing all black clothes. He was large, fat, had bad acne, a dirty black pony tail, and he smelled funny. The man just sat alone and was talking to himself, nursing his plastic glass of cheap wine, and then he would suddenly break out in a cackle to himself every once in a while.

As I was chatting up some foreign grad student women, a young man in his mid twenties with smeared food on his chin, suddenly interrupted our conversation and began droning his words at us. He wore glasses, had brown hair with white specs in it, and his speaking rhythm was quite slow. I felt terribly sorry for the rude chap even though he interrupted our conversation. After talking at us about some innocuous subject, he then straightaway said his good byes and left us.

I later became a madman too. I continued in graduate school for five more years, torturing my mind relentlessly, until finally receiving my very own, funny doctoral papers.

After receiving that ‘degree,’ I needed three more years of post-graduate school detox in order to mentally break free. It was no coincidence that I moved into Death Studies, Thanatology, towards my last years of doctoral studies.

For years after receiving my PhD, the doctoral useless degree in history – or whatever history or the humanities, I nourished a harsh mental concoction of both betrayal and anger.

I wasted six years of life involved in such a struggle – all to receive the highest degree possible. My doctoral degree has also become the unending curse of my recurring unemployment. The lucky ones escaped early before their torturous exams and thesis dissertations. They became bartenders and a few even made some real money – unlike me.

Nor do I have any friends from my long graduate school period – and I was not the only grad student to experience this. I stayed on because I thought that I needed a doctoral degree in history in order to become a historian. I now know that I was wrong.

This essay is for those historians of heart and soul who want to know the truth in order to become true historians. Historians free from the American graduate school curse.

This essay will explain the mystery in becoming a historian without having to endure the fetid dumpster of graduate school. The free-spirited historian has to go through ten levels or historical exercises, also called ‘the method,’ before reaching the historian peak. Anyone with a love of history, curiosity and basic intelligence can do it.

The first skill embraces simple freedom. For the historian, he or she completely rejects the graduate school scam and the lowlifes that congregate in such spaces, which also includes the professors and administrators. I use the word lowlife because most grad students are not your typical hard-working and talented subset of workers and artists. They are exactly the opposite.

Most graduate pupils are weird, petty, pathetic and extremely annoying. Many grad students are incapable workers and cowardly misfits that cannot hold positions in the real world of labor and suffering. For them, grad school is a safe option where they can do meaningless work on the government’s dollars, or in the case of the private universities, on the scholarship of a rich benefactor with dementia.

They soon ‘work’ with their tenured professor advisers that both love and hate them. The professors are just as cowardly as the grad students, which explains the love and hate dynamic between them both. Meanwhile, the university administrators break into vicious smiles. They are the real ‘brains’ behind this degrading university industrial complex.

Grad teacher pay is terribly low and the university admins just adore them. This is because the administrators can pay slave wages to a bunch of spineless graders that will pour through hundreds of college student papers without one word of complaint. Every succeeding academic year, a new crop of academic screwballs enters the academy for more self-abuse. The supply is endless, and the administrators know this.

The university scammed me brutally, and all I received was a piece of paper giving me the pathetic title of ‘doctor.’ Yes, I am a doctor, but for being so intelligent, I was also quite stupid in sacrificing six good years of my youth for such nonsense.

Imagine having to endure six hard years of such abuse for collecting a simple piece of paper. Very few grad students can successfully charter the American university cesspool, while guarding both their integrity and dignity in the strong box. Most graduate student drifters entered the college halls as sublime losers, and they will leave grad school as academic wackos. This terrible, cruel world of demeaning experiences is no place for the art of history. History has nothing to do with such horrors. Just stay away.

The real, actual and true historian can birth him or herself through reading lots of books and visiting libraries, archives and museum collections. This represents the second level and the Method: a love for reading and writing. This method does not mean the despicable skill of ‘academic writing,’ which is the best sleeping pill around. The method embraces all types of writing: poetry, prose, essays, letters, theater, cinema, song and installation art.

This love of books and writing leads into the third level for a historian: a curiosity about some past culture. The historian might have an interest in the lives of Roman imperial soldiers, or the sexual mores of the French Renaissance. The diversity of the world is completely open to all interested parties.

The historian needs to see what the encyclopedias say about the Roman military or French social customs during the 1500s. With this general information, the historian now has linked terms related to a particular study, such as Roman campaigns, martial poetry, French marriage customs, and French gender relations in the early modern period.

The fourth level is when she or he types the links on scholar.google.com or Academia.edu and can then see some of the recent historical monographs, (books), or articles on the topics. The budding historian can save those linked works, download copies perhaps, and he or she now has a working bibliography of secondary sources, or books and articles on the original topics.

Now one has to read the different articles and books. The historian does not need to read every little thing from each article and each book. Most books are actually compilations of different article chapters.

Like a good historian, read to browse. Look at the chapters, read the introduction, so as to get the general feel of the work. Next, read the chapters that interest one first. Later, look at the index section for page numbers, and the reader can devour the book for the pertinent info from the index themes. Read the conclusion, which often summarizes the introductory themes and perspectives.

The historical reader must look at the source bibliography for each work. One will notice that the authors tend to use certain sources, both secondary and primary, (primary meaning actual historical works from the period that the historians had studied). This is the fifth level and the hardest part is now over.

The struggling historian will have to categorize all of the sources according to perspective, or ‘paradigm,’ (the author’s method in looking at history), and the publishing year. This historical process has the name of historiography. This is the sixth level.

The writer now has an annotated bibliography, meaning a bibliography of articles and books with a few lines next to each source explaining the paradigm and perspective of the author. For example, some authors might focus on institutional changes in the Roman military rather than the social lives of soldiers. Another author might emphasize women’s history when discussing the sexual and marriage relations of the French in the 1500s.

The seventh level is finding the historical works from the period that one is studying. He or she will have already possessed a bibliography list of translated primary works from the anterior readings of secondary sources. Once the historian has read over thirty secondary source history books, primary source manuscripts, and various articles, she or he has thus transformed her/himself into a historian scholar.

The eighth level is the actual traveling around. Talk to the locals, listen to the songs and local radio, walk ancient winding streets, taste and smell the foods and drinks, experience the festivals, feel the airs, gaze at the moon and stars, touch the earth, visit historical ruins, climb the mountains, visit museums, libraries, and the actual historical archives. Ask the archive staff if a reader can consult some of the original sources from a particular historical period.

The historian wants to get into the mindsets of the people he or she is studying and make the historical connections between the people of the past with their contemporaries. Some cultural traits radically changed, while other cultural values only changed slightly. For Roman soldiers, the writer will need to read Latin and visit various parts of Europe; while for French social customs, the reader will need to understand French and visit France, Wallonie Belgium, Luxembourg, the Swiss French Cantons and Quebec.

Read the archives not as a transcriber, or a paid copier-notation taker; but instead, read for the omissions and additions in the ancient documents. Ask one’s self these questions: who were they writing to, why did they write such documents, how did they organize their documents, and what were the general historical contexts surrounding the documents. The good historian reads between the lines. Organize all of the notes together between the archives, primary source copies of ancient manuscripts, and secondary, regular history book sources, both monographs and articles. This is the ninth level.

The tenth and final level has the historical reader writing essays, journalistic articles, or even a book. The historian now possess interesting and marvelous discoveries that birthed from all of the previous historical research. So congratulations, one has steadily become a free and independent historian.

An honest historian doesn’t need to devote one’s whole life to such a pursuit either. He or she can live as a painter-historian, a car mechanic-historian or an attorney-historian. The person must simply begin with the love, curiosity, and ultimately, have the self-discipline to use the method.

The budding historian ought to never fork over ‘tuition money’ in order to receive ‘a cheap, useless and titled paper.’ The revolutionary historian achieves his or her dream through the art of reading, interpreting, visiting, traveling, investigating and writing.

It takes a lot of discipline and a self-effacing love to conquer the art of history. Any fervid lover of history can carry out such feats. The art of history moves with the freedom to read, travel and write – never selling one’s soul to one of the most heinous scams in global monopoly capitalism – the Amerikan university.