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It Ain’t Easy! We are all dying. And so what?

I feel the pain. I am hurting. It bothers me. What do I do? Call the Doctor!

But wait… The Insurance gangs need their extortion racket payments. Even one missed installment implies no service – or crap service with added taxes, fines and premiums on top of more subscriptions on top of greater deposits.

The United States Federal Government, or The Initialized Med Gang, The FDA, or The Federal Drug Administration ­– needs to approve the drugs, or the surgeries, or the treatments, or all the above together first. Biotech industry corporate attorneys always get first dibs on everything.

Most of the outrageous price gouging goes into the salaries, perks and profits of the Hospital administrator-executive parasites who, like wiseguys, skim off everything. Hospital administrators, chief government bureaucrats, insurance capos, drug company executives and clinic directors always receive the greatest payouts.

They see no patients, nor perform any useful functions. They do however sit, send e-mails and attend endless meetings. They are exactly like their fellow administration brothers in arms who run and rule our colleges, schools and universities. Medical executive salaries even reach into the seven-figure categories.

American Doctors have their very own American Medical Association, the AMA, a true syndicate, which at least demands that medical practitioners receive six figure salaries. Yet this same doctors union allowed an entire class of freeloaders, the admins, to control the costs, services and the fruits of all medical practices – and they don’t have to do any real medical work either. The AMA was too busy trying to destroy the livelihood of the non-Medical school, non-MD, alternative medicine practitioners. This Doctors junta believes that Medicine is a closed shop like the Teamsters Union.

Some nurses have unions to protect them – others don’t. There are other nurses who want nothing to do with any union bureaucrat who does no work, yet receives a six-figure salary.

The State Health Bureaucrats are the actual real winners in this vile system. They can do whatever they want, threaten who they hate, and demand whatever they desire. Nobody can touch them nor fire them.

Don’t Laugh. Like the US Forest Service and the US Department of Education, the FDA has its own federalized cop army – and they carry around fully automatic assault rifles – with heavy body armor too. They’re cool with such firepower. According to them, we lowlife citizen-wage slaves should not handle such deadly technology. Any official medical doctor dealing in non-FDA approved, non-official medical practices – had better watch out!

The Doctors who love those new and improved flu virus vaccines – will always get the pass though.

The moral of the story: don’t get sick – or you will possibly forfeit your life for a deadly, complicated treatment. Either the doctor will prescribe a mean ass pharmaceutical that has more side effects than your actual symptoms – or a surgeon will blast you with chemicals and then cut around your fragile body. Either way, you will never be the same person after all that expensive medical work.

What is so ironic is that for most of world history, official medical doctors have had quite nasty reputations as dangerous quacks. How did they get such respectable reputations nowadays – and yet, they still do so much drugging and cutting, and so expensive too?

They say gambling can destroy a well-earned fortune – this is true. But gaming your health, the one and only body that you live under, with an official medical treatment-program, will most definitely rifle your body – and bankrupt any and all fortunes.

Many scholars know about the great writer, Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz, during the decade of the 1680s in colonial New Spain-Mexico. How many people know about the satirist writer, Juan del Valle y Caviedes, during the same historical epoch in colonial Peru?

Juan del Valle y Caviedes was born in Spain. However, he lived his entire life in colonial Peru during the late 1600s. Like Sor Juana in Mexico City, he lived in the colonial capital of Peru, called Lima.

Señor del Valle y Caviedes had a particular affliction – medical doctors, referred to as médicos during those days. In his satires, he targeted them mercilessly.

Even in those days, people had medical options. Those university educated medical experts were not the only health practitioners in colonial Peru.

Women doctors had the name of curanderas, or folk healers, with their vast array of native roots, oils, stems, flowers, herbs and spice mixtures. These women practitioners were often unfairly associated with magic and witchcraft. People with stomach issues, cramps, loose stools, tiredness, weakness, cold symptoms, constipation, nausea and fainting usually visited them. Some curanderas also worked as parteras, or midwives, which made them even more suspect in the ugly gaze of authority.

Then there were the barberos. They were practitioners of the practical and down-to-earth medical arts. Some of them were not Spanish, but castas, or mixed race colonials, Peruvian Natives, Mestizos-Mulatos-Zambos-Coyotes-Lobos, mixed races, while others represented Afro-Latinos. The Spanish barberos organized themselves into guilds with their own brotherhood, or cofradías, to defend their practices.

They either performed body work on the street or in tiny cubicles found in public buildings. They pulled teeth, massaged hurting backs, cut and washed hair, put pressure points on the neck, administered splints for broken limbs, applied tourniquets for bleeding, or bled sick people, and some were even skilled in the surgical arts of cutting and sewing hernias.

During the 1680s, and especially in colonial Latin American cities, cleanliness was quite atrocious with all of the open sewers, scattered animal dung and fetid corpses. There was also a real lack of personal washing and basic plumbing. People used chamber pots for excretion, and then washed with grey water after going to bathroom.

For toothpaste, people gurgled with urine mixed with salt. The smart ones chewed on vanilla or other aromatic herbal twigs. Vermin in long-haired men and women, and on the clothes was very common: lice, ticks and fleas. When some people died, worms went on the rampage and literally chewed the body apart – even before the death rot. Life expectancy was around 40 years old. When one got sick, then one had to write his or her will and testament. Even common colds put people under. The flu was a death sentence.

The boticarios, pharmacists, ran the boticas, or pharmacies. These were all Spaniards, and protected their craft through a guild system and a closed brotherhood. Master pharmacists owned and administered their own shops. Their Journeymen and Apprentices blended thousands of medicinal and culinary herbs into mixtures, usually found inside large ceramic jars.

They produced salves, oils, infusions, salts, syrups and juices. For whatever illness, there was an herbal solution. Curing was a 50-50 percent shot. Sometimes the symptoms dissipated, but then the person died quite suddenly. Other times, the symptoms continued on and off until final expiration, some years later – or for a few lucky ones – the symptoms and illness just faded away.

Lest we forget, there were those university educated medical doctors. These men, highly respected and possessing great honor, were also elite health killers. Calling on one of those men for medical help could hasten a death sentence. In fact, the suffering sick, did call on doctors for the quick termination of the pain – through a timely death.

Medical doctors could recite entire medical texts in Latin – but their success rate was quite slim. Hospitals were not places to get well – but to die peacefully under the care of some charitable religious order.

Juan del Valle y Caviedes understood all this, so he lampooned and made fun of the medical doctor profession. Of course, using the services of a medical doctor was not cheap either. Most colonial inhabitants of Lima could easily laugh at the antics of the elite medical crew, university educated buffoons who were slow with diagnoses – yet quick with the bill.

Within our contemporary times, medical doctors have reputations as solid citizens and as healing gods, while other non-traditional medical practitioners have to overcome the quack label. How did it all change?

Through the advent of super expensive, super long medical school training and residency periods, medical doctors have received the official imprimatur of professionalism.

The whole medical procedure is now a bizarre ritual. First, we have to fill out the debt slavery insurance forms of ten or more pages in the office visitor room. Then the nurses visit us, who also hold university degrees. They usually take our pulse, temperature, weight and height, and blood pressure. Afterwards, we wait for around twenty minutes in a sterile white room with lots of different common medical supplies, medical posters on the wall, and a few medical implements around the medical lounge chair.

Suddenly, the Doctor in the white lab coat, makes his entrance with a case folder. They used to have those generic black bags with them, but now it is usually just a stethoscope around the neck.

The Doctor listens with the scope, checks the eyes, ears, nose and mouth, and then feels around the body for pressure – asking about pain, softness or lack of feeling. If the pain is quite bad, then we go to the X-ray department. We wait some more, receive the radiation, and wait for the results.The doctor must analyze them too. We wait some more.

If we are not dying in urgent, intensive care – then the Doc writes up the medical prescription, or the legal drug note, where we can legally buy the pharmacy drugs. But again, both the ten minute actual medical service and the legal drug purchase are not cheap. The people who have to regularly take a certain prescribed drug for the rest of their lives – are the real ones that suffer.

Doctors have the rights to prescribe FDA approved medications. Psychobabble quacks can also prescribe some of the deadliest pharmaceutical mind and body destroyers on the planet. Anyone else who tries to enter into the business, called drug dealing, will soon submit to the Amerikan gulag. This is one of the reasons that the United States now has the largest prisoner population in world history.

Amerikan Imperial spymaster agencies, such as the CIA, also have dibs on the international drug trade.

If the pain and physical suffering continue, then the Doctor will move to the next level – meaning some type of surgery, or legal cutting into the body, which might clear away the entire problem – or lead to other, very serious complications.

The ten minute medical service and pharmaceutical costs do not even compare to the surgical procedures and hospital stay visits. From a couple of hundred dollars, the entire surgery session and post surgery recuperation period can reach into the hundreds of thousands of dollars.

We are living in the Brave New World of Medical Practices. How can we protect ourselves?

First, stay away from medical doctors and hospital visits – if at all possible.

Second, discipline our minds into receiving love, contentment and humility in order to avoid the horrible sufferings of life.

Third, eat local, fresh, and non-genetically modified/non-sugar/non-corn starch foods.

Fourth, walk when able, bicycle around when the weather is good, and regularly workout-strengthen the physical body.

Fifth, if we do find ourselves in illness, then we can examine objectively the state of the actual body, through the five questions: why, when, where, what and how. Next, we should investigate the various medical options available before proceeding into any suggested treatments from the experts.

We are all moving towards the destruction of old age. Afterwards, we shall find ourselves under some serious illness or injury. We will die. There is no escape from this Wheel of Physical Expiration.

For our own dignity, we ought not to step into the jaws and claws of the Official Medicine Dope. Their treatments tend to lead to the suffocating regimen of drugging and cutting.

When we are lying on the death sofa in the hospital, then we might not have any choices available.

But until then, we take responsibility to both live and die with dignity, and most importantly – with our honor and freedom intact.

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Summarizing our Human Lives unto Death – there’s always something that we had forgot to mention – from the last conversation. Reviewing the Blog List of Topics, there was Anarchy, Empire, Guns, Drugs, Conflict, Class, Power, History…

Ah yes, Honor, that strange and peculiar virtue, which has accompanied most of human history. Honor does still exist around different parts of the world. Yet, it has recently expired its worthiness in the old imperial, thug empires of Europe – inclusive of their colonial-settler state monstrosities, such as the American Empire.

Depraved concepts of honor nevertheless rot inside the colonized minds of the hateful, and it also now lives twisted and twined to some crazy ideologies. Honor lies hidden amongst weird little subcultures across our Earth.

Honor supposedly resides within maniacal military brotherhoods, extremist political sects, and mostly amid right-wing nut jobs, patriarchal family structures of abuse, and well imprisoned inside even crazier, religious-brotherhood fundamentalist cults, deep inside the minds of monotheistic madmen. Gang members, wiseguys and other criminal underworlds proclaim themselves as ‘men of honor.’

What is this virtue, or vice, of honor, and how did most humans practice such a code throughout most of history?

Honor represented a great virtue, or action. This pure virtue of honor implied integrity, honesty and sincerity: living completely as a man of one’s words.

If your friend stated that he would help you, and if he did the work as he said he would, then he was a man of honor. This also meant that he would tell the hard truth to his good friends and blood family, regardless of the outcome. Honor’s brother in arms was Courage, and the Truth was always sacrosanct. Anyone possessing honor, also valued shame, or dishonor, which represented a public lack of trust in one’s ability to carry out honorable deeds.

This virtuous honor does not imply always telling the absolute, unequivocal truth to everyone or anyone that one encounters. This type of truth-telling is extremist and actually does more damage than good. It is the vice of indiscretion. Openly declaring to your grandmother that you once threw away one of her gifts in the past – on her birthday even – is simply rude, disrespectful and mean.

The second virtuous aspect of honor is respect. But this virtue can also denigrate into a vice.

Virtuous respect has signified the esteem for the elderly, the grey haired, one’s parents, the religious guru or priest of impeccable conduct, the aged monk of great wisdom, or the knowledgeable intellectual, literate gentleman, ex-soldier. Such men of honor knew a great deal about history, literature, philosophy, science, art, weapons, love, etc., and he or she was often a great conversationalist, a true Humanist. As the saying went, ‘respect where respect was due., Kong Qui, or Confucius, referred to these actions as the Virtue of Benevolence.

Vicious respect or Vice-ridden honor, however, is the false honor of the criminal underworld: gangsters, wiseguys, outlaws, gang members, pirates, crooks, swindlers, thieves, murderers and other sorts of disreputable delinquents.

This twisted form of honor holds ties to extreme violence. The criminal thug must use violent methods in order to get money, since the threat of violence and the actual acts of violence do the job. The criminal preys upon the weaker sorts of society, such as addicts, degenerate gamblers, the greedy, the dumb, petty thugs, street hustlers, illegal drug dealers and muggers. The continual threat of extreme, quick and brutal force, or vengeance for any sign of insolence – made one a respected guy. This is the wise guy code of honor.

All top criminal groups possess codes of honors, inclusive of police squads and military special forces, such as the violent defense of any dishonor to the ‘brotherhood,’ ritual initiations, permissible and impermissible behaviors.

In the criminal underworld, there is no honesty, since most members end up murdered or die in prison – often initiated from the mouths of their own in-group. As the old saying goes, ‘there is no honor among thieves.’

Honor has unfortunately degenerated even further throughout human history, while circling among the World’s false virtues. Honor has found powerful associations with group feeling and group cohesion.

Honor had attached itself to even greater social-cultural powers, when secular society began to esteem a person as Honorable – often through the deceitful methods of legal or institutional violence.

Honor addicted itself to Gain and Loss, Praise and Blame, Fame and Disgrace, Happiness and Unhappiness. Honor had become the fleeting, impermanent love and admiration of the crowd, the mob, the gang of cowards, the liars of history. Honor had transformed into privilege, the applause and public acclaim of imbeciles, and gave a free pass to unearned hierarchy.

The dissolute and untalented first-born son of a lazy aristocrat was honorable, while an honest and hard-working farmer who worked with his hands was dishonorable. The military general that attacked a defenseless city, and murdered thousands of human beings – just for the sake of conquest – had somehow achieved honor. The captured slave who had stood against violence through horribly sacrificing his own life – was somehow shameful.

The politician or tyrant who ruthlessly hunted his political enemies, and then spit on their graves horribly, even gloating about it – had attained great honor. The smug judge, backed up through well-armed police-soldiers, who always hung or imprisoned poor offenders before his bench – also reached the sublime goal of honor.

Men of Power who regularly abused their powers, all for the sake of their privileged egos – accomplished the Life of Honor. Worldly Honor was the sacred preserve for both illegal criminals and legal gangsters. Like everything good and virtuous, the Human Condition has always perverted them towards the extremes, dressing up rotten virtues as respectable vices.

Virtuous honor is honesty, sincerity and integrity, with respect for ancient wisdom. The World’s Honor, or Vice Honor, is respect with violence, maintaining group cohesion through fear, and an adherence to the hierarchy of the most ruthless.

The virtue of honor denies the self, while acting as a humble gentleman for the sake of telling the truth, with respect for one’s elders and teachers. The vice of honor is total ego worship, where the greatest murderer-killer-assassin takes the premium of fame and respect, both from his own murder cult and from the general society of cowards, followers, flatterers and fools.

Women also have honor, and all of its foundations are positive virtues. Woman’s virtuous honor represents self-control, natural beauty, coolness under pressure, intelligence, book learning with poetic mastery, spirituality, maintaining a strong family and home life, or devoting one’s self to the Holy life, and most importantly, abstaining from all sexual misconduct and public scandal – an impeccable reputation.

Honor also has an extremely important relation to History. Honor, excepting extreme stubbornness, and both as virtue and vice, wins over the minds and hearts of a People, a Nation, a Country, a Civilization.

Why is this? This Historical Mystery still lies unsolved. Some historical examples could possibly explain the connection.

In twentieth-century Latin American history, President Peron of Argentina was successful in his political-economic reforms, while President Allende of Chile was not. Both men were populist politicians that wanted to elevate the working classes of their respective countries. Peron and his wife Evita rallied the working classes to the streets and defied their political reactionary enemies. Allende used the same exact tactics in Chile. Both men possessed honor.

The differences between the two were that, in the first example, both Peron and Evita successfully displayed to both their friends and enemies, the charismatic honor of the National Strongman or Caudillo. Allende, on the other hand, decided to play fair, using parliamentary procedure and a state visit to Castro’s Cuba. Peron, the politician actor, always looked big and strong, while Allende sometimes seemed weak and vulnerable – and especially to the military junta that murdered and replaced him. All it took was a little CIA oil, which forced the wheels a turning.

Within nineteenth-century European History, the Emancipated Jew, or the Secular Jew of the Haskalah, began to elicit great hatred from the Conservative Right. There are many reasons for this detestation, but one of the main reasons was that the New Secular Jew, lacked the cultural façade of honor.

The emancipated Jews spilled from walled ghettos comprising the occupations of rabbinical studies, merchant selling, day trading and money lending. The secularized Jew soon jumped into the professions, the university, the parliament, the arts business, the newspapers, investment banking and venture capitalism. According to the Old Order of Europe, none of those occupations possessed the veneer of honor – unlike, soldiering, seafaring, colonial and church administration, royal service and land trusteeship.

There are even greater lessons on Honor and History, which come out of the Teetering American Empire. In US History, the Left always seems to elicit a terrible hatred, both from most American citizens and from the greater apparatus of the US government. The reason is mainly that the Left always looks bad in public, holding no honor whatsoever.

Recently, a new type of Leftist Movement has burst forth onto the political scene – Anti-Fascism or Anti-FA…

This motley group claims to align itself with Anarchist political tendencies, but when I was one of those white skin privileged hipsters, Anarcho-fools, living in a Left Coast City, I never remembered Anarchists involved in such a Leftist position.

I do remember seeing Anarcho-Primitivism, Anarcho-Syndicalism, Black Blocks, Tree Sitting, Class War Politics, Urban Squatting, Anti-Capitalism, Green Anarchy, Anti-Globalization, Vegan Straight Edge Punks, and its other extreme, Trainhopping Oogle Crust Punks. The Anti-Fascist Blocs only seemed to augment, and usually with crazy Communists and demonstrator weirdos, whenever a bizarre, racist group publicly manifested in town.

I have noticed that this group does not act with the typical ill-discipline as other Anarchist or Leftist types. They seem tight-knit and move quickly, almost in military squad level precision. Like Autonomous Black Blocs, they wear black outfits for concealment and mask their faces. Unlike the previous group, this group now carries light weapons, such as thin bats, defensive shields, sawed crow bars, DIY made chains, incendiary devices, chemical agents and small polyurethane pipes.

They are definitely in the demonstrations to commit violence and mayhem. They are not only present to commit major property damage – but to seriously harm people. Eventually, they will murder their political enemies. This is the trap lying in wait for them.

The sad part is that their actions will also open counterattacks against their supposed supporters, who actually do not condone such violence, such as tenured radical college professors and Left-wing Liberal politicians.

This political groupthink now lives imprisoned within its own boogeymen of Hate. They truly hate Fascists. They forget however that people often choose right-wing or left-wing populism because they live desperate, frustrated lives lacking any power. The Anti-Fascists forget that they are also frail humans who suffer, and therefore, could also choose this route. Instead of Compassion, they choose Hatred. Hate and Hateful actions eventually breed the Vile acts of Murder. Murder is murder. Unlike other vices, Murder Actions immediately explode into fatal consequences. Karma is real.

These groups now have military discipline, hate their enemies thoroughly, and are willing to use total violence to achieve their goals – but they don’t show any honor. They instead display the all of the vices of dishonor

The Anti-FAs tend to physically attack weaker people, such as women, beat on random people as perceived enemies, surprise their political enemies with attacks when they are not armed for a fight, and enjoy destroying anyone’s personal possessions just because they are in the way of their violence. Such fanatics also enjoy stealing, robbing, thieving and taking things from other people – and then set those objects on fire or destroy them.

These Anti-Fascist hardcores had better start taking political demonstration-protest breaks and begin training with firearms.

The Right, Their Fascist Enemies, however are waiting – and slowly building up their reaction… They are rightly playing it cool – which implies honor.

Once this cabal of violent rioters moves into the violent arts of cowardly murder, the Liberal Corporate, Mainstream Media supporters will also turn on them. Once the general populace perceives that there is an internal threat of dishonorable wretches on the loose – then the liquidation without mercy begins.

Honor, History and Hegemony work together. The most important public activity that any cultural, social or political movement ought to possess is the perception of honor, inclusive of strength and mastery, with integrity of purpose. Once a faction holds such perceived public virtues, then they have a good chance of succeeding in their political programs. The State refers to this as legitimacy. If, however, the political coalition does not control such virtues, then they shall dig their own graves.

As for me, now living the Dharma of the Buddha, I willingly jump off this brutal train wreck of worldly honor, with all of its hypocrisy and violence.

I rather choose Honor related to the simple virtues of sincerity, honesty, integrity and trustworthiness. This honor includes respect for my elders, parents, good friends and the sages of great wisdom – wherever they exist on Earth. The summary of Honor is Truth, the Goodwill of the Gentleman, and Compassion – for all living beings – regardless of political-religious-ideological persuasions.

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Purgatory Punishment exists for real. In this Life, I have uncovered the Hell Mouth, which leads into the Mine Pit of Frigid Darkness, Black Fog, and Dank Corpse Death. Where might you ask?

I now live deep inside of the Amerikan Empire, ruled under the Greatest Sociopaths of World History. Even more ominous, I reside inside the Monster right before its Most Terrible Decline and Fall. I don’t possess a second passport, my roots are pure Americana, born and bred.

Born to Die Hard in an Empire where the Inmates Rule the Asylum, and where most citizens have resigned themselves as cowering, shameless subjects. Ignorance and Cowardice rule, while those Twin Furies lie concealed behind curtains, buried deep within the walls of the Amerikan Nightmare on Hell Street.

I have nowhere to go. However, like millions of my fellow Americans, I do own guns, and as a veteran of the American Armed Forces, I do know how to use them. I forsake violence, and will always reject any invitation for violent escalation – nor do I visit dive, trashy bar establishments anyway – but I am not a pacifist either. There does come a time to stand and fight. Where the honor of both humanity and sanity are at stake, we must Lay It On the Line. Blood Shall Gush Forth. Future Tidings are not looking good.

Until the Next Major Civil Combat, Regular American Citizens must wait it out. The political-economic elites who rule over us have already pointed the loaded guns. They are aiming towards us – and ever so closer. We are clearly within in sighting range. Targets R US is in order.

The Amerikan Empire shall reap what it has sown. This Colonial-Settler Excrescence will experience its sordid karma. Its historical crimes have included mass genocide, mass extermination, mass murder, mass torture, mass poverty, mass misery and mass imprisonment on a global scale.

Yet this same Empire has so deftly covered up its historical crimes. The sinister discoveries of past criminality have yet to disappear. The whole world knows the atrocities of Fascism and Communism. How many people know about the Actual History of the Amerikan Imperial Monster?

The Up and Coming American Civil War is slowly escalating, and quicker than we think. It will not be anything like the Official US Civil War, or The War of Northern Aggression, (depending on what region you live in). During that particular war in the 1860s, two opposing American Governments, the Union and the Confederacy fought each other to utter destruction. And yes, the Confederacy destroyed the Union too, and killed many, many Yankees. The Yankees won the final day on the military battlefield – but the Southland triumphed over the American Cultural Soul.

Nor will the Upcoming Civil Battlefield function like the English Civil War during the decade of the 1640s. Within that Civil War Period two opposing ideological-political factions, representing the actual British State of the seventeenth-century, utterly wrecked each other. The Parliamentary Puritan Roundheads struggled against the Royalty Supporting, Anglican Confessional Cavaliers. The Puritans won – but at the price of a murderous fanatic who seized power, the Lord Protector Oliver Cromwell. After his death, Britain returned to a Constitutional Monarchy – as it has existed since those troublesome times.

The New and Improved Civil Battlefield will not copy the antics of the French Civil War in 1871, where an ideological Leftist coup d’etat, Les Communards, bravely fought at the barricades against the collaborationist French State-Defeated Army of Sedan under its notorious Leader, Adolphe Thiers. In that Civil War, the Collaborationists literally hunted down the Communards after they had already lost the street battles. The Collaborationists celebrated the slaughter. Those same ‘political leaders’ would eventually send around a million young French men to their bad deaths in World War I.

And finally, Our Prescient Civil Struggle will definitely not coincide with the Spanish Civil War of the 1930s. During that Nasty Spectacle, a Military-Clerical-Falange, (Spanish Fascist) Junta united to overthrow a legitimately elected, Left-Reformist Government, (turning more Communist during the war). This Civil War transformed into a War of Extermination, where Los Nacionalistas sought to both physically and culturally liquidate their political enemies, Los Republicanos. The Nationalists won the war and were able to murder lots of their political enemies. Yet, the victors permanently brutalized Spanish society and culture. Nowadays, even the Spanish flag colors of red, orange and yellow make many Spanish cringe.

The imminent civil conflict prepared for the American population will revamp the Amerikan Imperial Super State into the Amerikan Nightmare on Hell Street.

The Amerikan State will transform into a legal civilian jailer-police-paramilitary apparatus joined to the hip with a military-spy death squad regime. The bureaucratic bosses will physically destroy the reckless troublemakers, of whatever political stripes, whether Anarchist-Anti-Fascist, Communist-Anti-Fascist, Leftist-Anti-Fascist, Constitutionalist Militia-Anti-Fascist or Conservative-Anti-Fascist.

This political-elite junta will also utilize mass imprisonment-internment camps for the cowardly troublemakers. Our Leaders rightly understand that all of the enemy ideological factions will never join together and transform into a united, disciplined military force. The killing-imprisoning machine will work just fine.

The Amerikan Imperial-State Imperial Apparatus will completely vampirize its unwary citizens: politically, militarily, economically, socially and culturally. Any threatening resistance will result in the bad death for many unfortunate victims, or whatever enemies singled out for destruction. The nasty repression will serve as a Valuable Lesson. Did we think that all of that CIA-DIA death squad-counterinsurgency training at the School of the Americas, (WHINSEC), in Indochina, in Latin America, and in Mesopotamia was only for the poor, unfortunate brown skins who often did not speak English?

The US Military has always been preparing for the domestic versions too. Actually, we are already half way there. Some contemporaneous examples should suffice.

The Amerikan Empire of Sociopaths has never been able to drop the Slavery Habit – nor will it ever drop its Love for the Wage Slave Mode of Capitalist Production. No, They can’t kidnap millions of Africans and work them to death anymore – but they can use African prisoners – and whoever else that fits inside their Endless Enemies Lists. The writer of this essay and my readers are of course included in the List.

In fact, our Political-Economic Masters of Sleaze and Swindle, love Wage Slavery so much that they have perfected a Marvelous Capitalist System of Scam and Double-Cross: Capitalist Fascism, or Crony Capitalism, or better yet, Corporatism.

Only the Global Corporate Monopolies posses the full legal rights and special privileges in paying less taxes – while doing whatever the hell they want. Freedom for them and their political cronies. Misery, Homelessness, Poverty and Prison for the rest of us economic losers.

Meanwhile, millions of hopelessly unemployed and underemployed men, such as myself, wander lost on the continent. I am not the only unemployed PhD, ex-veteran with No Future. There are Millions of Us Standing-Arounders. Some of us, Economic Losers, are Armed and Vigilant however.

There are also a few desperate men who Hope and Wish that a Casino Mogul-Media-Carnival Barker can somehow Stem The Tide of Imperial Decline. Make them believe in the Amerikan Nightmare, like the Tooth Fairy-Jack O’Lantern-Santa Claus-Easter Bunny Closed Door Club. The ironic tale yet continues…

Many anxious small business owners have transformed into Little Executioners. They pay miserable wages, and only hire the wage slaves that exemplify the worst vices of dishonor, cowardice and ignorance. This work searching subset comprises desperate-recent immigrants, workers without legal papers, teenagers with no social or economic capital, the elderly who cannot survive on their SS checks, the female poor who have to double dip from Welfare and EBT, and the Massive Reserve Army of Underemployed who hate themselves for the crime of not having any job.

Most of the available ‘jobs,’ or crap work, represent contingent, part-time, on-call, internship, training period, hire and fire at will positions. The wages of most full-time employees, within the Social and Leisure Services, cannot even sufficiently pay for all of the overdue Rent, Utilities, Past Debts, Sales Taxes, Annual Taxes, Additional Fees, Miscellaneous Fines, Vehicle Registrations, Vehicle payments, Forced Insurance Schemes, etcetera and etcetera.

Accessing any low wage, low paying, lowlife job is actually quite hard. Even dishwashers must fill out fifteen page applications that ask for a full job history since the age of 16, and might ask about any past indiscretions, inclusive of past traffic tickets from one’s entire life cycle. Did most small business owners copy their employee vetting strategies from the FBI system?

The hobos, bums, buskers, beggars, panhandlers, street junkies, wiseguys, petty criminals and travelers are on to something. They are smarter than us CV carrying bums who have to continually sell ourselves on the ‘Labor Market.’ They rightly know that the System is rigged completely against us.

Why give up one’s precious time, energy, strength, fleeting youth, and self-respect for some petty sociopath who hates our mortal guts, only wants to profit off our lives – and who will fire us for whatever flimsy reason? Why not just die on the street like so many other indigents and stray animals? Are we not all heading for the Hour of Our Deaths?

And still millions of deluded Americans despairingly grab onto the Greatest Lie of All – the American Hard Work Ethic, or the Pick Up Yourself by Your Own Bootstraps, or Hard Work and Intuition Pays Off in the End, or the Dream to Success is just over the Mountains of Difficulties, or Whatever Amerikan Nightmare on Hell Street has to offer.

Trying to find a half-decent apartment in an Amerikan medium to large city is actually more cumbersome than stumbling across a crap, wage slave job. The Mean Ass, Real Estate slumlord-Property Pimp Management fiends hold steel fisted, tight controls over most available housing. A good proportion of our Low Wages fill their Profit Pockets – and they all know this. In order to move in, renters often need first and last month rents, and the security deposit plus any other fees a Slumlord could invent. The Market is always Their Market.

Even some so-called Artist-Loft-Condos now have issues with rodents, insects and malfunctioning units on a regular basis. Out West, our last option is renting in small cities and in small towns. But you had better have a vehicle with which to move around, and you will spend money on gas, repairs and other vehicle taxes.

The Supermarket Shelved, Canned Shit only gets worse – and even more expensive. The stuff rots inside of our intestines even before the Expiration Dates. We should have compassion for our sick and gluttonous brothers, meaning the obese and fat ones. Eating ‘green organic’ costs money. Trendy Food Coops often charge a lot more than many Supermarket Corporations.

Medical and Educational Scam For-profit Complexes ante up their Rebated Monthly Charges, from Service Fees to Carbon Footprint Tax. Their Price Hikes follow the Venezuelan Rate of Inflation, between one hundred and two hundred percent.

The Most Favored Monopoly Statuses of administrators and bureaucratic hacks, generally found in Higher Ed Universities, Strip Mining Operations, Poisonous Energy, Genetically Modified laced Foods, and Eternal War Contractors, are still raking in those Outstanding Shareholder Profits.

The other Seven Figure Salary Stealing, Executive Box Seat Teams, implying the FIRE industries: Financial, Insurance, and Real Estate, (where no useful work ever gets accomplished), jealously Stand Guard. Their Unearned Privilege, Corporate Welfare, keeps the Stasis going, regardless of who enters the Top Boss Office Spot.

This Bizarre Cult of Elite Americana loves Endless War, but they won’t send their kids to the military in order to Die in Such and Such Wars. They also love the Ideology of Multiculturalism, yet they will never send their kids to attend those same State Schools with the poorer Social Degenerates.

When I was an enlisted slave in the US Military, I would often ask myself why the Top Officers would treat us so wrongly and constantly intimidate us. We sometimes received unforseen orders to move, or we would have to suddenly retest for our occupations if we wanted to continue working in them, or constant new regulations dropped free fall from the Chain of Command against our leisure time. The non-stop harassment would not go away.

I understand the reasons now. We lived at the bottom of the mass killing pit, under a group of well-trained sociopaths who lived enclosed in another spatial dimension. We had about as much rights as those same innocent victims of continual Amerikan Invasions.  Our military leaders got away with such abuse because we were ignorant of the Amerikan Imperial System.

Hollywood with its Evil Twin, the discredited Corporate Media Diarrhea Mouths, just won’t stop their Absurd Spectacles of Doomed Newsbite. Most of their TV shows, New Programs, Movie Series are not that good – or plain old Boring. There is a distinct lack of diversity of views and perspectives. Actual and Real History rarely pops out of such Mediocrity.

Ignorance is the worst disease, but Mediocrity grows like suffocating Jungle Vine in our Culture, steadily creeping over the last spaces of autonomy and freedom. For example, I do not know any of my male peers who experienced good parenting while growing up.

Instead, I have heard horror stories of fathers who acted like Slave Overseers over their own children, transformed into the common sociopaths of holy child abuse. Other fathers were not even adults. They behaved as overgrown adolescents and taught their sons nothing, never had anything to do with their sons, neglected them – and yet expected those same kids to respect them! Some Richie Rich parents spoil their children mercilessly, while certain Degenerate Poor disown them, toss them asunder, and then flush them down into the Urban Inferno.

Meanwhile, the Multifaceted Donut Cop Gangs stare at us menacingly. They love trying out their new and cooler weapons on us ‘perps.’ They always maintain legal immunity with well-paid extra vacation time after the on the job slip ups, meaning legal murders. Prisons, both private and state, are still profitable industries in this Vile Land of Ours. Most businesses shut their front doors some time during the day – but the Amerikan gulag never shuts its outer doors for incoming victims.

So We Wait – and wait – and wait some more… How Much Longer shall the Circle of Life Remain Continually Broken?

We are already here. There is no other place to go, nothing more needs to appear. Our Enemies holding Political-Economic-Military-Social-Cultural Power have declared Total War against Us. The true question emerges: are we knowledgeable enough to understand this terrible actuality?

We have just found the address on some old, crumpled newspaper, with old smelly, dried bloodied gum sticking to it. We stand over a strangely heated and rancid, drained cooking oil sewer, covered over with black grey metal grating. What lies hidden underneath, inside of this Modern Inferno?

We have deservedly landed at the Amerikan Nightmare on Hell Street.

 

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La muerte que viene, y que venga… Muchos temen a La Muerte, y así la muerte nos sigue aún más. Todos somos seres humanos, y todos de nosotros vamos a morir. Ya sabemos que hemos de morir. -¿Cómo podemos morir con fuerza, con dignidad y de no traicionar nuestra honra?-

Hemos de descubrir las luces que viven dentro de nuestros cerebros. En los rincones del cerebro hay chispas de luz que siempre conectan con la verdadera actualidad, o en otras palabras, al Universo, a los Cosmos – al Dharma.

A todos los vivientes y espíritus, ambos los vivos y los muertos, y a todas las materias que están en movimiento, o a los que parezcan de existir, hay un ciclo oculto entre la vida y la muerte en la profundidad del vacío. Cruzamos al misterio.

Algunos escritores, profetas, santos y filósofos lo llamaban ‘lo místico.’ Ese misticismo significa el silencio que siempre existe y existía, desde los principios. Cuando nos escuchamos sobre los ruidos comunes en la mente, y no cogiendo distracciones por los pensamientos adictos, ya entendemos la sabiduría. Hay un equilibrio entre la vida y la muerte.

Todos mueren, y al final de todos los movimientos del universo, todos se extinguen. -Y a los viajeros que vivían por entonces, qué hacían ellos por ese camino escabroso?- Ellos deberían entrar en las fiestas agrias, o la vida dura, y esforzarse aun más para enfrentar las pesadillas de la condición humana.

-!No Seamos cobardes para nada: vivimos, luchamos, comemos y moremos!- Es difícil de encontrar los poetas que viviesen sus vidas como escribían en sus obras.

Miguel Cervantes y Lope de Vega eran unos, y también Federico García Lorca vivía así; sin embargo, otro artista, quien estaba además un amigo y contemporáneo de Federico García Lorca, ganó el premio de la vida, y de la muerte, se llamó Miguel Hernández.

El escritor-soldado Miguel Hernández exclamó: Llegó con tres heridas: la del amor, la de la muerte, la de la vida…

Miguel nació en el pueblo de Orihuela, la provincia de Alicante en el año 1910. Su padre era labrador y ganadero. Cuando creció el niño, su padre le mandó a un colegio de jesuitas, y mientras tanto, el joven empezaba a trabajar con su padre en el campo.

Cuando Miguel terminó sus estudios del bachillerato, él resumía su vida en el campo y durante su poco tiempo libre, visitaba las bibliotecas para leer profundamente. A él le encantaba la poesía contemporánea y los autores del Siglo de Oro Español. Era un autodidacta de sabiduría y conocimientos. Como a todos los lectores entusiastas, los libros de la civilización humana siempre transformaban a los curiosos.

Para buscarse la vida, vivir de la poesía, Miguel viajaba entre las ciudades de Alicante y Madrid, durante los años treinta. Él poeta sacrificaba todo para escribir, y hizo amistades con muchos artistas y intelectuales en La España de la Segunda Republica.

El escritor-intelectual, como miles de otros artistas izquierdistas en Europa, se radicalizó a la ideología del comunismo, y también visitó La Rusia Soviética algunas veces. Cuando estalló La Guerra Civil Española en el verano de 1936, el señor Hernández se alistó para defender La Republica. El ganadero del campo valenciano y lector autodidactica, se hizo poeta-guerrero, como el español renacentista, Jorge Manrique. Ese soldado combatía valientemente durante la guerra.

Después de la caída de la Segunda Republica en 1939, Miguel se fugó, pero poco después, se cayó en una trampa por sus enemigos del otro lado de la guerra. El fin de la historia fue que el preso terminó su vida en la cárcel franquista. Fue el año 1942. Hasta su muerte Sr. Hernández escribía sin disculpas, como un periodista encarcelado, contra la injusticia de las penas posguerras.

Ese escritor murió en la cárcel, y no en el campo de la batalla. Los que conocen la cárcel también saben que el sobrevivir en la cárcel es una batalla, y muchas veces implica una lucha aun más fuerte que el combate de guerrero.

La violencia se manifiesta de algunas formas por la vida absurda: la guerra, la ocupación, el colonialismo, la esclavitud, el encarcelamiento, los trabajos forzados, el exilio sin hogar fijo, el vivir sin casa, las dependencias, los desalojamientos, la miseria, la pobreza, los accidentes laborales, la perdida de familia y las catástrofes naturales.

Miguel Hernández, como artista, escritor, poeta, orador, soldado, preso y periodista, se enteró todo ante la muerte. Todos de nosotros podemos vivir como artistas de la vida y de la muerte. Si elegimos y seguimos un camino en la vida, haremos todo lo posible para conseguir y adelantarlo. El trabajo, y el trabajo duro, es necesario para vivir bien. Vivir bien no significa la riqueza de posesión. El vivir bien significa la honra y las virtudes juntadas. El esfuerzo, la fuerza de la sangre, y la liberación del corazón cambian todo. No obstante, hay siempre un termino. Llegamos al mismo fin – la muerte sencilla.

Nada se escape de la muerte. La muerte nos espera y cada día que existimos, la muerte se nos acerca más. La muerte es cierta, pero no sabemos cuando nos la pase. Es cierto que cuando llega el camino final de la vida agonizante, no podemos pararlo. La muerte siempre gana el premio. El Buda explicó todo hace dos mil quinientos años en La India.

Miguel entendió algo más profunda de la muerte. Él andaba en dificultades económicas para seguir escribiendo poemas. Claro, la vida del poeta no era fácil, sino cuando una guerra civil sangrentada reventó en España, el autor muy español, tuvo que escoger una posición con armas. Solo había dos opciones. Miguel Hernández era izquierdista, así que él se juntó con el ejercito republicano. A diferencia de otros habladores en esa época, el señor Hernández agarró su arma y luchaba hasta la muerte.

Después de la guerra, y la perdida brutal de la Segunda Republica, algunos soldados republicanos se fugaban fuera de España. Otros no tenían tanta suerte. Miguel Hernández era uno de los segundos.

Con tanta pena en la carcel franquista, ese poeta soldado no se quejaban como victima y cobarde. Siempre se comportaban como el soldado duro y poeta profundo enfrentando la muerte.

Así es la lección de su historia noble. Vamos a morir. -¡No se atrape en la tumba de la vida para evitar la muerte!- Hemos de aceptar el destino sin salida. La vida dura y la muerte noble se mueven alrededor de nuestros sufrimientos comunes. Ellas consuman todas las obras maestras. Las palabras se acaban, y los hechos gritan.

Un escritor del siglo diecisiete, P. Baltasar Gracián, escribió:

Hasta de inútiles lo es el ser eternos. No ai afán sin conorte: los necios le tienen en ser venturosos, y también se dixo «ventura de fea». Para vivir mucho es arbitrio valer poco; la vasija quebrantada es la que nunca se acaba de romper, que enfada con su durar. Parece que tiene invidia la fortuna a las personas más importantes, pues iguala la duración con la inutilidad de las unas y la importancia con la brevedad de las otras: faltarán quantos importaren y permanecerá eterno el que es de ningún provecho, ya porque lo parece, ya porque realmente es assí. Al desdichado parece que se conciertan en olvidarle la suerte y la muerte.

Hay que citar Miguel Hernandez una vez más:

de ‘Sentado sobre los muertos’

Aquí estoy para vivir 
mientras el alma me suene,
 y aquí estoy para morir,
 cuando la hora me llegue,
 en los veneros del pueblo
 desde ahora y desde siempre.
 Varios tragos es la vida
 y un solo trago es la muerte.

No hay más refranes. La muerte se presenta.

 

 

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Anarchy loving, free-spirited, pathetic book bums ought to watch, or as we say in Amerika, tune into, Professional Sports. I, of course, include myself in this group.

Most of our fellow-men place their professional sports teams well within their own hallowed public spaces of national idolatry and personal identity. Professional Sports Greats or Athletic Heroes have become the contemporary Forms and Images of God-Men. This has been true for both boys and men for a couple of generations.

The male species now worships its Sports Gods, yet those same Gods must endure the modern surveillance of the heartless corporate media. Our contemporary age also lacks true honor and courage, so our professional sports athletes, those tough majestic warriors, must possess some virtue and honor liberally. If they fall outside the graces of the corporate media, then the attacks become merciless.

Athletes, and especially the top performers, inclusive of the media savvy ones, live inside a privileged law code system, just like our despised and privileged, political-economic elites.

Sports stars do make good money, and they often receive additional monetary benefits, endorsements, and easier access to quick ownership status, such as restaurants, bars, car dealerships, real estate holdings, and of course, sports management consulting and broadcasting. Like our old Rock Stars of fame and glory with their good-looking, parasite women, all-night partying, and castle living glory – Sports kings also live among the World’s Blessed Ones.

Whether you play such a sport, or not – you have to at least know the general stats of a particular Sports League. And there are now many of them.

We have the NFL and its finale of the Super Bowl, the Champions League, Major League Baseball with its seven game, World Series, the NHL and its own Stanley Cup, the NBA, NASCAR, Formula One, the PGA (Professional Golf) Tournaments, the various Professional Boxing Juntas and their World Boxing Titles, Le Tour de France, ICC World Cricket League Championship, Wimbledon and the various Opens of Pro Tennis. There also exist those international events, which arrive every four years, such as the World Cup and the Olympics.

In order to avoid offending some sports fanatics, or fans, honorable mentions also pass to professional softball, volleyball, table tennis, swimming, water polo, lacrosse, shooting, archery, bowling and billiards. In the United States, College Football and Basketball even outrank the professional leagues in viewership – and especially during the Finals and the Bowl games, at the end of the regular season schedule.

In the Stats and Fantasy Teams domains, some fans record the winners with good records. There are also the losers with crappy performances. Some of the bad teams have good players, but little sustained attack and a lack of momentum. Other teams possess both decent players and better coaching strategists. The great teams often monopolize the point spread until the end of the game-match. Sports imitates life as they say – or does it?

The Cult of professional sports does not just include the professional athletes under the media glares. Sports also encompasses a super wealthy, team owner class, or jock sniffers, who often rival top bankers in capital gains profits.

We had better not forget those end of season, gold mine profit windfalls: the super event game-matches, such as The Super Bowl, which have thus transformed themselves into national-cultural event phenomenon. There are some sports fanatics who even watch the corporate teams offices on national TV, who actually pick and choose college players, called the draft!

For most of human civilization, our ancestors could have never conceived of such cultural divisions; between the athletes and the fans, among the owners, the media networks, the coaches and the players, and the even larger chasms separating the professionals from the amateurs.

Mesoamerican civilization had its sacred ballgames featuring warriors who replayed the cosmic order of life and death – and often quite literally. Ancient Greece did hold naked competitions of artistic genius in the city of Olympus, and which also included lyric poetry verse. The Byzantine Romans managed two teams of military-horse-chariot races at full gallop, named the Blues and the Greens. Those races happened inside the enclosed and open stadium of the Hippodrome Oval. But our modern Professional Sports-Players-Jock Cult is something entirely different.

Professional Sports is a racket on top of a scam, inside of a flim-flam operation, surrounded by swindles, bathed in fraud – while lying shackled to the ultimate pyramid scheme con.

The true jock sniffing, Mafiosi owners want four basic things from us. First, give up our hard-earned money. The owners vacuum those endless funds into their Sports Complex Slot machines, i.e. personal bank accounts, public financed stadium buildings, attending high-priced matches-games, buying extortion rate team merchandise, and even buying a genetically modified laced, crushed pig intestine and bone, hot dog, and piss beer for 15$ – all inside their stadiums paid through the public tax rolls of course.

Second, the owners would like us to submit our precious personal time to watch hours and hours of game footage on the weekends – our families damned.

Third, we ought to capitulate our personal tastes to the new and improved, corporate brand loyalty logo. Team management wants us to become fans, or fanatics for the so-called, home team – even though the owners are from another part of the country – or even another part of the world. Fourth, we should even surrender our old identities of family tribe ethnicity towards that corporate-managed team identity. This also implies both the men and the women.

The Professional Sports Racket and Jock Cult is nothing more than our own modern-contemporary Bread and Circus con from old Roman glory.

The Roman Empire had lots of crazy holidays, such a Saturnalia with its King of Misrule Idiot, (where the slaves became the masters during two weeks of partying craziness). This is where we get our modern Carnival and Mardi Gras. Saturnalia used to happen during the Christmas Holiday season, so the Church changed the date from Mithra’s birthday, December 25, to the advent of the 40 day Lent period – in order to make Christianity cool to those Euro-pagans, nominal Christians. This took place during the early Medieval epoch, around the seventh century A.D., (the 600s).

Also present during those Roman Holidays, were gladiator fights, mock naval and land battles, wild predator animal hunts, public executions and torture sessions, animal and human sacrifices, magical rituals and divinations, wine intoxication and sexual abandon, frenetic dances and highly eroticized music. Roman Holidays transformed into super social events, which also unified the populace around common rituals.

Festival goers could both let off some personal steam, or temporarily let go of the frustrations of life, and at the same time, fill up their idle time with entertainment pleasure. The Professional Sports Racket and Jock Cult performs the exact same bait and switch technique: offer the Spectacle, in place of the Actual. But like every pleasure, it comes with a terrible price.

The Modern Sports Racket also de-masculinizes its male victims. Instead of performing the old manly roles of Honor and Courage, the men endure the hard life of wage slavery, and cheer on the tough guys in the grid iron. There is an even far more insidious role to Professional Sports in Modern Society.

In Ancient Greek culture, boxers, javelin and discus throwers, sword fighters, tumblers and wrestlers were all artists. Yes, they were physical artists of mastery and strength, but they were first artists. Their contemporaries represented the great philosophers, amazing playwrights, fantastic writers, scholar historians of Greek and Latin, sculptors, painters and architects in the plastic arts, and even tutors, military generals and political orators in the art of rhetoric. In the ancient world, they could never conceive of art as separated from religious devotion, life and death. Art was the magic performance, moving from intention to completion, which also displayed years of practiced craft.

Yes, our great athletes and heroic sports stars are actually great artists. But how many TV broadcasters and commentator hacks actually mention such truths? And why did the Professional Sports Racket separate the super jocks, meaning, the tough guy athletes, from the fag, loser artistes?

The answer is inside the question itself. Emasculated men are not going to fawn over painters and writers. They tend to admire hard physical action – since so many of them have already surrendered their male dignities. This is the same reason crap Hollywood cinema keeps driveling out the same comic book hero, special effects, action film garbage, season after season.

This false actuality also leads into the phony division between the professional players and the regular amateurs. The owner bosses want us to internalize the loss of our hard manliness for the worship of the professionals. Since it is really the team owner who actually owns the professionals, we therefore have to bow to the team logo, as a way of getting to view and cherish our magical heroes.

Why do so many wealthy jock sniffers, most of whom can’t even kick a football, catch a pass properly, hit a ball with a bat, catch a fly ball, or even dribble a ball – want to get into the Sports Team Business? Those dorky men of super wealth know that the Modern-Contemporary Sports Team offers the grand lie of false community to millions of hapless men. The money vacuum pit is beyond enormous – it is humongous.

Both the home team, double colored identity logo with the local TV media induced hype, create a phony regional culture of local pride. Now millions of wage slaves-lumpens can join together every weekend in a screaming and cursing fest – with the entire community of fans. Although most team fanatics utterly hate the other fat slobs, those pathetic fellow fans, (mostly due to social class-racial differences), sitting next them in the stadium – they are still on the same side.

This is also the reason why Amerikan sports stadiums have warm box seating with free catered food plates and free booze for the local elites who also attend the games – all on top. The pampered elites can show regional loyalty to their slaves – without ever having to hear, tolerate, smell, nor even look at the poorer scum who sit in the cold air, anal gas warmed seats below them.

It is not a coincidence in the United States that Sports team owners’ monopoly of regional identity happened during the same historical period when young men stopped joining fraternal organizations and mutual aid societies, such as the Masons, the Odd Fellows, the Elks and the Lions. Nowadays, many of these groups function as party clubs, or rent out their spaces to ethnic festivals and churches.

The meteoric rise of the NFL happened during the late Sixties and early Seventies, when men broke the old ties of community for the big job opportunities of America’s cities and emerging markets.

The Amerikan Empire ruled by sociopaths offers few choices for us men these days. The first and obvious choice is the feminized, rock concert worship, Jesus-loving husband Mega-church. For most young men just out of high school, and who are not from rich parents, they have four options. First, the College Sports Scholarship, then build a family with lifelong wage slavery to the grave. There is also the route of the traveling drifter, alcoholic-drug addict. We have the US Military career path, (non-combatant preferred), or possibly, the gangster criminal culture with eventual prison life leading to the Bad Death.

What’s available for older men? They only have two easy options for some type of false community: the female filled mega-churches or sports fanaticism. Which is the better choice?

The Professional Sports Racket and Jock Cult, like USA Crony Capitalism, reinforces false hierarchies, imposed systems of injustice and mean-spirited corporate governance, all of which fouls out the entrails hidden within our mangy national culture.

The main criminal syndicate is the corporate hierarchy of the Professional Sports Team. There is the owner, or the dictator, the despot, the control freak, the jock sniffer-plantation master. He, or she in a few cases, decrees the rules, imposes the regulations, maintains the laws, refashions the codes, normalizes the practices – and tilts the contracts!

Every sports team owner knows that the dumb jocks need work. The male jocks are just not that savvy in the arts of money lending, usury extortion, political bribery, contract hustling, sports hedge betting and corporate identity, faux legal power games – while the most heinous examples represent the NCAA and the NFL.

Why, did not those same good-natured jocks work for almost nothing at University, practicing every day, playing for their teams every week, making the administrators millions of dollars in profits – and only receiving a measly stipend? This was the same exact stipend cowardly loser, graduate teaching assistants in the humanities made.

The former college jocks come into the contract negotiations with broken minds. Their only collateral at the negotiation tables are their healthy, muscular, well-trained bodies. If they get injured, then it is all on the jock dudes. Good health and good play remain impermanent. All players get injured or old, or suffer both at the same time. All owners know this difficult truth.

The owner can’t do the dirty business alone, so like all capitalist bosses, he needs his underbosses, consiglieri, capos and soldiers – or as we name them today – upper management. We have the Team General Manager, Administrators, Directors, Advisors and Special Assistants. There is no democracy here – all dictates run like waterfalls, from the top on down. The owner takes a piss and the upper management drinks it up to spit out to those next in line – the coaching staff.

The players have no say in the coaching positions. The owner and the upper management actually call the shots and hire the coaches. The head coach is the leader of the pack. The team season falls on him. If he loses too much and not too well – then he is kicked to the curb – immediately. The owner usually offers a very good salary for all of this mental trauma and heart indigestion.

The intelligent head coaches stick to College Football. In the top ranked Football colleges, the head coach positions pay better than the Pros, and they even make better salaries than most university administrators – the only exceptions representing the University Presidents.

The Pro Head Coach in American Football has some important autonomy however, which makes him the top Non-Commissioned Officer, like the Military Master Sargent. The Head Coach gets special meetings with the Wizard of Oz Owner himself! This Master Sargent-Head Coach will also have a say in hiring his coaching underlings: Defensive Coordinator and Offensive Coordinator. Those two use other special coaching staffs, such as Offensive Line Coach, Special Teams, Secondary, Strength and Conditioning, etc.

At the expendable bottom of the pyramid scheme live the players. Yes, those well-paid professionals, like worker ants, eat at the bottom of the hierarchy. I should also mention those women cheerleader squads – most of whom don’t even receive any salary at all! At least, someone is under the player category.

This entire corporate, top-down, pyramid scheme operation also sustains an even more rancid underground economy. The team must win, win at all costs, and yet, it also must lose some times, lose entire seasons in a row, suddenly win a comeback Wild Card game, create heartbreaking endings of last-minute loss, make the fans scream – and cry – often during the same game. Super Bowl glory can make it all good. And yes, I have actually cried a few times in my life over my team’s losses. Team historical narratives also sell very well.

The fans really want wins, the players want better salaries and benefits – but the owners only want one thing, and one thing only – profit, more profits – and a continual gold and silver mine, topped off with an oil gusher of profits. Capitalism always works for one group and for one group only – the Owner Class.

Just over a hundred and twenty years ago, American Football began as friendly amateur matches between young, elite toughs, mostly in the Ivy League Universities of Harvard, Yale and Princeton. It was a nastier form of rugby – and already the sport had a notoriety in delivering some harsh head injuries.

By the 1920s, after the exposure of the fixed 1919 World Series of American Baseball, the Professional Sport of Baseball was off-limits to gamblers. In order to save its image as the National Pastime, Baseball brought in the Commissioner role inside the MLB organization, maintaining a wholesome veneer of corporate legitimacy.

Some of the baseball team owners, and especially in the urban Northeast and Midwest, also owned, the less popular football teams. Football teams offered those same baseball fans some entertainment when the season was over in September – unless the team went to the playoffs. For most of the NFL’s history, the season did not start in August – but in September. In fact, most Football and Baseball teams shared both the same names and the same stadiums.

All of this was due to having the same cabal of owners who monopolized Professional Sports buying and selling – and mainly, the buying and selling of hedge sports betting. Before there were fantasy football pools, there were sports win-loss point spreads. Most of the owners had the inside to the sports betting books. Yes, most of the original owners of the original National Football League – were sports betters – tried and true gamblers. Like typical owners, they always had the upper viewing seats at the House games.

As the gambling suspicions targeted more of the Football club owners, the NFL phantom began to take on a more corporate-efficiency control apparatus. By the 1960s, The NFL grew into the phantom media megalith-supposed nonproft-intelligence agency that it represents today.

Copying the Baseball strategy, the NFL set up its own Commissioner, who holds even more corporate power than the Baseball one! The Football Commissioner usually holds his power position for longer than most Third World Dictators. The NFL has a team of lawyers, informers and commentators ready to pounce on any controversy that erupts.

The NFL corporate entity has successfully deflected all and any, past gambling controversies from the public sphere of American football. The current head injury controversy is nothing compared to the former past suspicions of players, or even coaches, to throwing games. The corporate culture of professional world football, or as we call it in America, Soccer, is probably not much different.

But the diced up game is still not over. Only a year ago, the NFL had to finally give up its special tax exempt status as an actual nonprofit corporation. The Amerikan IRS tax code is brutal to self-employed layabouts who take off meals for clients. But the NFL sat on a golden egg of privilege and profit for decades.

And the game is still not even close to over. The NFL has some concerns about drops in TV watching, and there have been players complaining publicly to the corporate media – which is a big no-no.

We, the public, the people, the book readers and thinkers – now hold the snap. Instead of just watching a game on a lazy Saturday or Sunday – how about playing a pickup game in the local park between friends, (not tackling or hitting), but flag football? How about ripping the body through participation in a European-style football game, (Soccer match), which often has foreign visitors playing from all around the world?

Or for those of us lucky ones living out in the West, hiking with friends in the National Forests, shooting guns, plinking, in the desert – (no alcohol remember), a motor cross trip with friends, a shred outing on the slopes, going on a hunting, fishing and field cooking excursion with some buddies, pitching some tents at a deserted campsite with the family?

Let’s turn off that TV with the Sports Media Porn. Why do you think professional sports games have star-spangled banner song crap and military flag displays for the pre-game and half-time shows?

The Professional Sports Racket and Jock Cult is only a show. The Spectacle is the real game on the Bube Tube – all of which manipulates the fragile human mind.

Action is what we want, community feeling is what we need. If there is no community around, then we can continue our sculpting, carpentry, creating, drawing, painting, welding, reading, writing, or any other artistic creation alone.

The work is the thing!

 

 

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There are some things in life that we should never revive.

And yet, there exist other things in life that we would definitely reestablish. Lest we forget that nothing created nor compounded into existence could ever possibly resurrect again. All is change, things vanish, and this arising and ceasing explains the endless cycles of impermanence.

The Human Condition suffers under its own mental chains of Civilization, and so it has continued destroying all of its previous creations. Yes, all of its previous creations are no more – and will never resurrect again.

Humanity has transformed its existence into the open air prison of the Modern State. The State has become the Monster, the Beast of legal murder, brazen criminality. Aligned solidly with such a criminal institution is our Modern, Capitalist Political-Economy, which has also transformed into a recurring nightmare of brutal poverty, institutional violence, endless scams, and economic misery. All hope is lost.

We simply cannot return to any original source, since there never was any so-called ‘first condition.’ We are too addicted to suffocating technology and institutional coercion. How could we possibly thrive inside such a concocted sham of a system?

Some communities, societies, and even nations, actually survived within true and sincere Anarchy – simply living their lives.

They had no social hierarchies, no political class of legal crooks, no banking-funny money scams, no political-economic elites who made profits off of the hard-working majority, no property pimp renting contracts, and especially no private property rights trumping community rights.

There were no life and energy killing wage slave jobs, no jail cells, holding centers and prison dungeons, no torture centers and concentration camps, no schools, day jails and education institutions.

Their societies did not have any legal psychobabble quacks nor medical doctors in disease ridden hospitals with full legal rights to forcibly imprison weaker victims.

There existed no professional military-police-spy corps with the full legal immunity in the right to lie, steal and murder, and no twisted legal codes to catch and destroy the unwary subjects.

Those cultures and civilizations were the first Anarchists. They all lived an actual Anarchy of Liberty and Freedom. Only the noble truth and a man’s word of honor mattered. All law-legal systems represented the traps of the dishonest.

Such Anarchic societies represented the ancient cultures of Europe, such as the Celts, Slavs, Avars, Huns, Turks and Germans. In Africa, hundreds of such cultures existed. The geography moved from the noble Berbers of the northern Atlas mountains across the Mediterranean, to the Bantu Bushmen warriors of the Kalahari Desert near the southern cape.

In Asia, we move from the ancient Malay hunters within the southern tropical forests, to the Mongol horsemen on the northern steppes. In Oceania, we could visit the great cultural traditions of Maori warrior clans, and then view the hundreds of Aboriginal nations fighting and living in the great interior bush.

Human history also records the true nobility of the Iroquois Confederation and the Eskimo people hunting and fighting on the northern forests and steppes, moving thousands of kilometers south – we find ourselves among the native warriors of the Mapuche, living and fighting in the cold foothills of the Andes and lower river valleys.

How many thousands of such great Anarchic civilizations are no more? The exterminated ones were actually quite lucky for they died noble deaths. Only a few ancient noble civilizations have survived  the recent European-Christian grand extermination plots and their destructive goals of total enslavement.

Of those ancient world cultures who still survive, they all find themselves shackled to cultural terminal illness. European invasions, European colonization-resettlement schemes, open mass murder-genocide, and Judeo-Christian Monotheist Cult confessions have murdered the joy of the hunt and the feast.

The original invasion-colonization methods have laid the wicked foundations of modern urban society. Euro-state criminals later shoved those same nations into the open prisons of modern cities, becoming a reserve army of ready wage slaves, or resigning their bodies to die bad deaths inside rural reserves. The once noble nations, now cultural pathology victims, had to survive through a bogus cultural modernity, and even transform themselves into the pawns of a community destroying global capitalism.

Those noble nations of tight warrior clans and family oriented, community values, either had to adopt to the enemy’s rancid culture and sell their honor – or perish as the knights of the last stand, committing honorable suicide through the ultimate battle. Fight, steal and kill until the European sociopaths had to murder all of them. Such was the fate of many of the California natives during the Great War of Extermination, 1840s-80s.

We remember those ancient nations of genuine honor and nobility. Modern Europe really had no choice but to murder all of them. Their Anarchy was too much to bear. The actual freedom of the simple and natural life exposed the European civilization trap. They became nothing but a collection of regional-urban monstrosities, sham systems of deceit, violence, hate, greed, imprisonment and ugly hypocrisy.

The European Anarchists of our Modern Era have only existed as twisted writers, tortured intellectuals, marginalized workers, travelers and bums, dreamers and quacks.

They were never fortunate enough to live the true Anarchy – nor will they ever. The historical list of modern Anarchists has included Godwin, Stirner, Bakunin, Cleyre, Proudhon, Fabbri, Rocker, Magon, Malatesta, Galleani, Most, Kropotkin, Goldman, Berkman, Armand, Makhno, the Haymarket Martyrs, Vanzetti, Berneri, DiGiovanni, Michel, Durruti, Gonzalez Prada, Pellicer, Ward, Graeber, Bookchin, Zerzan, the Punk Bands Crass, Subhumans and Rancid, etc.

And this sad list will only increase, as the actual injustice of human existence becomes even more demeaning – within our contemporary inferno, lashed inside a putrid smelling hell – ultimately gasping for breaths within a cold corpse of ferocious vermin.

That absurd time in history went way back. It was around 1000 BCE, so about three thousand years ago – and really not long ago in the grand scheme of the Natural History of the Universe. The actual place was the super dry, red-brown desert, Mediterranean region of the Levant, or as the Corporate-Amerikan-Zionist propaganda machine refers to it today – The Middle East world region – whatever that means.

There was an Anarchy culture that thrived during that historical epoch. They called themselves The Bedouin. The Bedouin have never had a true nation-state. The entire desert itself, from the Great Sahara of North Africa to the Arabian Desert that bordered Persia, was their home. They did not just live on the grand desert dunes, they sailed it, feasted on it, danced on it, and even partied on it.

They had no official government contacts, which was just fine with them. If you wanted to trade them for their weapons, or their cattle, mostly goats, sheep, camels, and even later in history, blood licking bulls and Arabian horses – then you had better meet them on their own terms, usually somewhere in the vast desert.

No money was ever exchanged, no banking nor state controls involved; simply, a bartering trade deal, a friendly hospitality of delicious tea to lighten the tension, and then a slight bow-embrace of respect between both parties over a good and honest trade. A Bedouin man’s word was enough.

The Bedouin had no corrupt legal codes, judges, jails nor juries – it was always the word and actions of honor that mattered. And yet, their system always worked. Official crap history does not record much about this culture – but they certainly avoided the hells and pitfalls of most other civilized cultures across the Earth.

For the Bedouin, family was everything. I am not implying our contemporary nuclear family, which is not a true family of solidarity and love. Their families were of extended blood and combat lines inclusive of multiple generations, now referred to in anthropology textbooks as clans.

The whole entire family clan lived, partied, slept and hung out together, pitching their tents, packs, blankets, camels, dogs, cats and goats – wherever the desert breeze commanded. They preferred to sleep under the magical night, creamy sky of beating-breathing stars and shiny gold dust that echoed strange dreams into their senses – rather than the closed container buildings of the rich and powerful crooks.

Their families also consisted of their animal buddies and friends. The Bedouin were a tight-knit group, and they shared everything, meaning food, clothes, drink and most importantly, music, song and dance. Everyone was in, nobody felt excluded or stayed left out.

Delicious food, thick hashish and homemade wine were all plentiful. While the native Caribs, before their mass extermination in the West Indies from European Conquest and Colonialism, had invented our modern barbecue pits – the Bedouin version has always possessed the sweet smells of taste bud delights.

Their meals consisted of smoked meats, green onion-garlic bulb veggie mixes, figs-dried into fruit mixes, all natural goats’ milk, fresh and super chilled well water – and some nice coffees, teas, alcoholic beverages – oily cannabis leaf to finish the culinary good fortune.

There was no stupid drunken-intoxicated behavior at those communal feasts – every Bedouin man had his weapon at the ready – due to any disgrace of honor. Honor and ready weapons have always made the most polite, gentlemanly societies.

The Bedouin lived and died through faith, family, festivities, food, fun, and fortitude-courage. They were really the first adherents to the words of the Prophet. They have even shared a marvelous story told throughout the generations about truly experiencing the Prophet’s great night journey across the ancient lands of the Patriarchs. They actually saw the Angel Gabriel’s Spirit fly out into the deep wavy sky, called the Night Flight, across those sacred desert lands. No doubt, the Faith, Dar Al Islam, would spread across this grandiose part of the world.

Until this very day, the mystical travelers of Islamic Sufism find the Bedouin as spiritual cousins living in the sacred gardens of sand, flowers and sweet oils. Many Sufi masters have also taken their wanderings and travels across such dry seas – just like their Bedouin brothers, all the while, conversing inside the greater Ummah believing community. Both Cultures, the Bedouin and the Sufi, have spoken the fine arts of poetry recitation through spiritual wine, cannabis scents, hypnotic music and group dance – somehow they have conveyed the Great Mystery.

One of the Three Kings of Jesus’ Nativity was also a Bedouin prophet. They always understood the stars and night sky movements because they had always let the Desert speak silently through the deep evening dance – rather than have the imperial astrological experts from Babylon proclaim the official truth.

The Bedouin have preferred their own versions of the DIY, or do it yourself methods: travel, food, sexuality, song, poetry, family and fighting. Their methods were so magical that the first Islamic and European alchemists thought that the Bedouin had possessed The First Knowledge.

The women danced and sang voluptuously with the men after the food and drink celebration. When walking about those civilized human dumps, or ancient cities, they wore long dark shawls of sienna brown and muted burgundy. The mysterious women often covered the middle of their brows with metallic coins and other attractive designs, all of which hid a sensual beauty under those dark and inviting eyes.

Any offense to their sacred honor, led to a horde of Bedouin bad boys with twisted, pointy weapons thirsty for the Vengeance. All bad guys knew that messing with the Bedouin girls meant death – a really bad death!

Around this same time however, other cultures began to sell out their minds and bodies to the trappings and chains of civilization. The Bedouin always opt out.

This putrid historical list has included the Royal Pharaonic Egyptian Empire, the Assyrian Military Empire, The Akkadian-Kassite Dynasty of the Babylonian Confederation of Crescent Cities Empire, the Ideological-Military Persian-Median Empire, the Hyksos Raiding Empire, the Phoenician Port City Naval Empire and the Hittite Priest Class-Royal Empire.

There were also periodic attacks from the growing Nubian and Ethiopian Empires. Out of this imperial empire mess representing ancient state dynasties, there emerged colonized cities trying to eke out their own historic glory.

This period has the name of the infamous Iron Age. We have the Habiru, or the Hebrews, the Canaanites, Moabites Ammonites, Kenites, the Ephraimites-Israelites, or later the Samaritans, the Nabateans, Midianites, Arabs, Philistines, Amalekites, Calebites, Amorites… and the so-called twelve tribes of Biblical lore, the Benjaminites, Judaeans, later the Jews, Reubenites, Simeonites, Danites, Levites-Kohanim, Naphtalites, Gadites, Mannassites, Zebulunites, Asherites, and Issacharites. All of these agricultural-pastoral-warrior cultures possessed walled cities where temple-money pits-priest-ruling classes, and political centers existed.

Out of this historical-cultural clutter, the Bedouin never sold out. Like the hated gypsies, who had to travel from Hindu-caste-jati dominated South Asia, or Pradesh-Nepal-Rajasthan-Gujarat-Punjab-Kashmir-Orissa-Bengal world region, to the Great Hypocrites of Europe, the Bedouin just pitched their tents and traveled.

The Bedouin maintained the simple faith and stood firm on honor. Life was hard enough. Traveling, having few possessions, and sharing between a loving family community sufficed. They were right – and still are right.

Their worst enemies in today’s horrifying world represents the Zio-nazi Crusader State – now situated right in the middle of their ancient traveling routes. The Zionist fascists want no free travel from Africa into Asia – especially from a group of lowlife Arabs. The Euro-Zionist murderers have forcibly resettled the Bedouin on reservation dumps in historic Palestine, only later to suddenly remove them, pushing them into a marginalized gypsy existence surrounded by a massive Palestinian Concentration Camp.

What is left for the rest of us, stuck and imprisoned in this modern world? We remember the Bedouin.

As of now those travelers live under continual harassment, as we also live under continual government intimidation. As the state criminals are desperately trying to culturally exterminate them, so have they done previously across Asia, Africa, the Americas and Oceania. Meanwhile, the State crooks tax, fine, observe, control, watch, spy on, attack, imprison, coerce, and charge us incessantly. All hope has blown with the desert winds.

We do have the practice of freedom however. We always ignore their pleas, propaganda and programs. We discipline, educate and tame our minds towards awareness, while focusing on our mastery and crafts. We stand on the word of honor, truth, and sincerity, always respecting our fellow humans, for we all suffer and fall into traps.

We train as noble warriors, hunters and even soldiers. We live on courage, and yet we are humble, rejecting the ego mania disease of modern life. We never kill, hurt, steal or lie against our brothers and sisters. We hold love and compassion for all humans who are just trying to survive on this miserable Earth.

The Bedouin, the noble nomads still survive – and so must we all.