Im feeling euphoric tonight. With against me! playing in the background I cannot help but to think of how I got to where im at. Never once did I suspect I would be here, writing this piece. Never once did I think I would be an enemy of the state, of capitalism, of the current social order. growing up in a poor neighborhood I thought I would grow up and be someone, a CEO maybe, something. It all changed in 7th grade. WHen I gained the understanding that I will go nowhere, that because of how I was born, and my living situation. I could not escape.
It all changed though one night. Febuary 6th 2012. For folks in portland, you all know what night I am talking about. The Fuck The Police march. That night changed my life.
It all started with me meeting my friend, I'll call him david. We met up before hand at the church close by. We talked and decided to get going.We heard about this march. We knew it wasn't hosted by occupy portland, but by anarchist. It was exciting! I heard of these anarchist, because I was one. I was, and still am, a baby anarchist. My ideals at the time were weak and pretentious, but I didn't care. Adrenaline was rushing!
We knew we were close to the march when we ran into a whole squad of motorcycle cops. They were heading to the same place as we. A helicopter was also above and that's how we found the march. I was so excited! We approached the march and put on our anarchist attire, AKA, blocced up. I had such a shitty mask and general bloc it was horrible. I still laugh at myself. A black bandanna and a beanie. Good lord was I an idiot but who cares? This was a night of rebellion!
People were shouting "All cops are bastards ACAB!" and it roared! Oh how my teenage angst came through that night. That's when everything changed. The marched approached a yuppie bloc on belmont and I saw someone run up to a window. Looking back it's as if everything slowed down. SMASH SMASH SMASH! Hearing the glass shatter as the person ran away from the scene of the "crime" Hearing the liberals shout "OH MY GOD!" and hearing the march roar with praise. I only thought one thing. THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME. That person gave no fucks, and decided to take a swift individual action!
The march continued on. Some folks ran up to a dumpster to drag it into the street. I did not think that night, just acted. I ran up with them and helped them out. That's when a tall white liberal dude tackled me and started punching me. He was literally yelling "Non violence only man!" as he punched my face several times. How ironic was he?
After some folks got him off me I tagged with them. They were as excited as I was and chuckled at my over excitement. The march kept going but all of a sudden we see a riot van pull up infront of us and riot officers jump off as the truck is still moving. The fuckers got a running start. They charged us and we took a swift right up a hill. One of them clubbed me in the back but I kept going, choking on my own laughter.
The march took a left after that and we snuck around back onto the street. That's when the bike cops showed up. They came out of nowhere and cut the march off. Just before they did I jumped infront of them to help my friend david. He was tackled and being beaten. I wasn't thinking that night and attempted to tackle the officer off of him. Before I could I felt something hit my side really hard. A cop straight up football tackled me. He tackled me onto the pavement and yelled at me to stop resisting. This was fight or flight! All of a sudden I felt 3 more officers on top of me. It felt like over 1000 pounds was on my back. They picked me up and threw me into the paddy wagon.
That was the end of my night, I could still hear the march yelling at the police. Telling them to kill themselves and other things we say to the filthy cops. How quickly the night passed, and how much it changed me. That's when I knew what I wanted to know all along. I would constantly ask myself "What can I do about this?" and that night I figured it out.
I can be free.
Us IRL
Monday, September 23, 2013
Thursday, September 19, 2013
To folks who don't speak english.
There is a gadget at the bottom of the list, that will translate this blog to whatever language you speak so yeah that's a thing!
Monday, September 16, 2013
My laughter roars: Free yourselves!
You wake up at 7am, get out of bed and do morning stretches. You lumber to the bathroom. You take a shower and softly wheep. Another day in this hell, another day of repeating the same boring task and duties. You exit your shower, dry off, brush your hair. You go back to your room and select your outfit. You ask yourself if you can get away with that skirt that's a little short, you ask yourself if you can wear that shirt with a grenade on it. You ask yourself if you can get away with your own individual style. You can't, they'll stop you. You go downstairs and eat your breakfast. What is it this morning? Cap'n crunch? Always, always the same thing.
You leave your house and wait for the bus. The same old man is smiling at you in his creepish ways but you do the same as well, brush it off and pretend it isn't reality. You light a morning smoke and act like you don't have a care in the world. The bus arrives and it's the same driver, you show him your bus pass and continue to your usual seat. You sit there pondering what today will be like. Will you enjoy english class today? did you do all your homework? Oh shit did you forget it at home? These are the questions you ask yourself every grueling and sluggish day.
You get off the bus and arrive at school. You go across the street and enjoy one last smoke before you enter that wretched place again. The usual crowd is there, all of you ignoring eachother, occasionally asking eachother for a smoke. You finish it and go inside. Your heart doesn't race before entering these oh so dead but alive walls. You feel nothing at all. You slog to your locker and put everything you don't need in there. You hear slurs all around you, you hear about jon having sex with someone, or katie wearing that scandelous outfit. You ignore it like usual because it's just the same boring talk.
Well I laugh at you! Just like those before me I laugh! Your life is so miserable and you do nothing about it. You wake up get ready eat walk sit listen walk sit listen walk sit listen walk sit listen walk sit listen walk study work sleep then repeat. You do this everyday! I ask you why and all you answer with is "because" but lay out no good reason. You do this so you can go to college, you go to college to get a good job. What do you do when you get a job though? Why does your mind pretend like working as an adult is going to be magical? Oh you can now legally by your smokes eh? I laugh at that!
Like those before me I am laughing. How is it men like Bruno Flippe and Renzo Novatore are still right? How are we still locked in these chains of slavery and oppression. How is it our minds make up false realities so we can go about our days so blindly? We dream of having freedom as youth. It's all we talk about. Oh how excited we are to be able to buy smokes legally, and alcohol. Oh how excited we are to be able to do what we want and not have parents tell us what to do. We dream of that, yet, that dream is a lie, a lie we can't see. We are blinded by adults and this world!
Do not let them take away your sense of self. Do not let them mold you and teach you and eventually control you. The teachers will tell you "but I am on your side" when they are not. The teachers, they pretend to support us, but they want to control us just as much as capitalism and the state. They enforce the dress codes, they report you to the administration offices for skipping. They break up the fights, they don't stop the bullying. They depend on your subordination to exist! Reject them just as you reject your parents authority. Reject all authority!
Today, before you go to school ask yourselves, why? What is the point in all of this? Why am I learning science when I will probably work in a cubicle, or be sent to prison? Because it is part of the spectacle. They want to give you illusions of choice. What is the point in picking your electives or lanuage classes when you won't even use them? Ask yourself "Will today be any differant?" And come to your own conclusions
They present you with the illusion of choice while limiting your individual spirit.
I present you with the choice of freedom, or slavery.
Think long and hard comrades, for obtaining freedom is a struggle, and like all struggles hardships will be met, but they will be worth it. Free from long hours of useless studying. Free from being forced to learn about subjects that show no interest to you. Free from subjugation.
Hurry comrade, shoot the policeman, the judge, the boss, the principal. Now, before a new police prevent you.
Hurry to say No, before the new repression convinces you that saying no is pointless, mad, and that you should accept the hospitality of the mental asylum.
Hurry to attack capital before a new ideology makes it sacred to you.
Hurry to refuse work before some new sophist tells you yet again that “work makes you free”."
Hurry to play. Hurry to learn. Hurry to arm yourselves
-cracklemore
You leave your house and wait for the bus. The same old man is smiling at you in his creepish ways but you do the same as well, brush it off and pretend it isn't reality. You light a morning smoke and act like you don't have a care in the world. The bus arrives and it's the same driver, you show him your bus pass and continue to your usual seat. You sit there pondering what today will be like. Will you enjoy english class today? did you do all your homework? Oh shit did you forget it at home? These are the questions you ask yourself every grueling and sluggish day.
You get off the bus and arrive at school. You go across the street and enjoy one last smoke before you enter that wretched place again. The usual crowd is there, all of you ignoring eachother, occasionally asking eachother for a smoke. You finish it and go inside. Your heart doesn't race before entering these oh so dead but alive walls. You feel nothing at all. You slog to your locker and put everything you don't need in there. You hear slurs all around you, you hear about jon having sex with someone, or katie wearing that scandelous outfit. You ignore it like usual because it's just the same boring talk.
Well I laugh at you! Just like those before me I laugh! Your life is so miserable and you do nothing about it. You wake up get ready eat walk sit listen walk sit listen walk sit listen walk sit listen walk sit listen walk study work sleep then repeat. You do this everyday! I ask you why and all you answer with is "because" but lay out no good reason. You do this so you can go to college, you go to college to get a good job. What do you do when you get a job though? Why does your mind pretend like working as an adult is going to be magical? Oh you can now legally by your smokes eh? I laugh at that!
Like those before me I am laughing. How is it men like Bruno Flippe and Renzo Novatore are still right? How are we still locked in these chains of slavery and oppression. How is it our minds make up false realities so we can go about our days so blindly? We dream of having freedom as youth. It's all we talk about. Oh how excited we are to be able to buy smokes legally, and alcohol. Oh how excited we are to be able to do what we want and not have parents tell us what to do. We dream of that, yet, that dream is a lie, a lie we can't see. We are blinded by adults and this world!
Do not let them take away your sense of self. Do not let them mold you and teach you and eventually control you. The teachers will tell you "but I am on your side" when they are not. The teachers, they pretend to support us, but they want to control us just as much as capitalism and the state. They enforce the dress codes, they report you to the administration offices for skipping. They break up the fights, they don't stop the bullying. They depend on your subordination to exist! Reject them just as you reject your parents authority. Reject all authority!
Today, before you go to school ask yourselves, why? What is the point in all of this? Why am I learning science when I will probably work in a cubicle, or be sent to prison? Because it is part of the spectacle. They want to give you illusions of choice. What is the point in picking your electives or lanuage classes when you won't even use them? Ask yourself "Will today be any differant?" And come to your own conclusions
They present you with the illusion of choice while limiting your individual spirit.
I present you with the choice of freedom, or slavery.
Think long and hard comrades, for obtaining freedom is a struggle, and like all struggles hardships will be met, but they will be worth it. Free from long hours of useless studying. Free from being forced to learn about subjects that show no interest to you. Free from subjugation.
Hurry comrade, shoot the policeman, the judge, the boss, the principal. Now, before a new police prevent you.
Hurry to say No, before the new repression convinces you that saying no is pointless, mad, and that you should accept the hospitality of the mental asylum.
Hurry to attack capital before a new ideology makes it sacred to you.
Hurry to refuse work before some new sophist tells you yet again that “work makes you free”."
Hurry to play. Hurry to learn. Hurry to arm yourselves
-cracklemore
Friday, September 13, 2013
Iconclastic Individualism and youth: Why are youth always rebellious?
In this day and age, and throughout history youth are always depicted as uncontrollable and hostile towards authority. A main "critique" of anarchism is that "It's a bunch of edgy teenagers" but have we thought about why that is? Alot of leftist will say because of the "violent window smashers and punks" or that "Because youth are the stupid ones." Besides the obvious ageism, everyone I described so far is wrong. Youth are the iconclastic individuals, the ones that cannot and will not be controlled, but why?
Anthropologically speaking, before civilization existed all forms of human existence were the closest thing to anarchy and true egalitarianism. You're probably wondering why I pulled that out. I did so because youth still retain those natural instincts of anarchy. Before we reach adulthood we are still groomed by society and molded, and the process isn't complete until we reach adulthood. So before that our natural instincts resist the authority of all those around us. Youth are the true iconclastic individuals who will bring about the apocolypse.
Anthropologically speaking, before civilization existed all forms of human existence were the closest thing to anarchy and true egalitarianism. You're probably wondering why I pulled that out. I did so because youth still retain those natural instincts of anarchy. Before we reach adulthood we are still groomed by society and molded, and the process isn't complete until we reach adulthood. So before that our natural instincts resist the authority of all those around us. Youth are the true iconclastic individuals who will bring about the apocolypse.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Poutine Is Magical: Why you should like it.
It's fucking french fries SMOTHERED in gravy, and you can have it vegan, why wouldn't you eat it? Like comon folks lets be serious. Unless you have some horrid allergy to something in it, you should fucking eat it.
Monday, September 2, 2013
Another reason to leave the left: Rampant Fucking Ageism
Im posting this because I had a unique experience tonight and not a good one. There was a debate about if society is progressivly changing because of markets and capitalism, or if it's all a shawdow covering fucked up shit. I argued that capitalism doesn't shape society, but provides a shroud over struggles to trick folks, like a magician, that something happened magically when in reality it never happened at all. That is not the point of this blog post, the the point is what followed.
Folks came back with a counter argument, but provided no platform at all. These folks are all older, from 21-31 so a good amount older than I. Everytime I wanted to speak again, I was interupted with constant attack. Why was this? that doesn't make sense we are "radicals" right? It happened because the left is dominated and controlled by hierarchies, and ageism is a hierarchy. Youth often are treated as commodities, or are provided no platform and must "listen and respect your comrades that are older." Why should we provide respect when it's not granted to us? Oh you were born 10 years before me? good for fucking you. Age doesn't grant you anything over me, it grants you having a longer time thinking about things that's it. I honestly do not give any fucks about that. I don't care if you think you "struggled more" or any oppression olympics bullshit. What I do care about is getting shit done
Enough of my tangent, let's dive into why more. By youth being seen as a commodity, I mean youth are seen as a tool, as an object, rather than actual people. We are viewed as a neccascary tool for revolution. That we are the ones to continue the struggle so the left takes that and falls into the typical savoir politics they do. The left feels like they must shape and form youth resistance and rebellion and control it. The left controls the youth by providing no platform. Instead they bombard us with readings and tell us to read all this useless shit. They also force us to listen and respect them. This is how youth are seen as a commodity.
Well enough is enough, im fucking sick of it. People critique Post-leftism for being "edgy" and "a bunch of teenagers just trying to be cool" but do you all who say that ever ask yourselves why someone would leave the left? As a youth I left the left because im sick of your bullshit. I have maybe a handfull of leftist as friends and comrades still after this night because of this bullshit. Im sure there is ageism among post-left circles, but I have yet to encounter it, or even hear about it. SO for all the youth reading this, get out while you still can! Leave now! Tell all your "revolutionary" older folks to fuck off and just walk away and head towards your own destination. Don't let them control and dictate you and force false alleigences upon you. Run fast! and leave a trail of flames and ashes in your path.
The new world will form out of the ashes of the old
-Cracklemore
Folks came back with a counter argument, but provided no platform at all. These folks are all older, from 21-31 so a good amount older than I. Everytime I wanted to speak again, I was interupted with constant attack. Why was this? that doesn't make sense we are "radicals" right? It happened because the left is dominated and controlled by hierarchies, and ageism is a hierarchy. Youth often are treated as commodities, or are provided no platform and must "listen and respect your comrades that are older." Why should we provide respect when it's not granted to us? Oh you were born 10 years before me? good for fucking you. Age doesn't grant you anything over me, it grants you having a longer time thinking about things that's it. I honestly do not give any fucks about that. I don't care if you think you "struggled more" or any oppression olympics bullshit. What I do care about is getting shit done
Enough of my tangent, let's dive into why more. By youth being seen as a commodity, I mean youth are seen as a tool, as an object, rather than actual people. We are viewed as a neccascary tool for revolution. That we are the ones to continue the struggle so the left takes that and falls into the typical savoir politics they do. The left feels like they must shape and form youth resistance and rebellion and control it. The left controls the youth by providing no platform. Instead they bombard us with readings and tell us to read all this useless shit. They also force us to listen and respect them. This is how youth are seen as a commodity.
Well enough is enough, im fucking sick of it. People critique Post-leftism for being "edgy" and "a bunch of teenagers just trying to be cool" but do you all who say that ever ask yourselves why someone would leave the left? As a youth I left the left because im sick of your bullshit. I have maybe a handfull of leftist as friends and comrades still after this night because of this bullshit. Im sure there is ageism among post-left circles, but I have yet to encounter it, or even hear about it. SO for all the youth reading this, get out while you still can! Leave now! Tell all your "revolutionary" older folks to fuck off and just walk away and head towards your own destination. Don't let them control and dictate you and force false alleigences upon you. Run fast! and leave a trail of flames and ashes in your path.
The new world will form out of the ashes of the old
-Cracklemore
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Wishing everyone (and myself) Good luck for the school year!
Hello all, hope you had a good summer break.
I just wanted to have a post for everyone regarding this next school year. I just wanna try to encourage everyone to have a good time, despite going to school. This year, like every year, will be tough, but we don't have to let it get us down. I encourage everyone to find ways to make life at your school more bearable for you, and increase your capacity for joy and happiness. If you do that with cheating on your homework, do it! The only thing that makes sharing your information wrong is that the authority has told you it's wrong, and since when have anarchists been fans of listening to authority? If you want something done at your school, like a garden instead of those disgusting patches of dead grass, then do what you must to get it done. There are many ways and reasons to make your life at school more enjoyable and less restricting.
One of the many texts I've read this year said to always be making plans, and I hope you all take that to heart, and remember to always try to make plans for making your time in school enjoyable.
Stay insurrecto.
I just wanted to have a post for everyone regarding this next school year. I just wanna try to encourage everyone to have a good time, despite going to school. This year, like every year, will be tough, but we don't have to let it get us down. I encourage everyone to find ways to make life at your school more bearable for you, and increase your capacity for joy and happiness. If you do that with cheating on your homework, do it! The only thing that makes sharing your information wrong is that the authority has told you it's wrong, and since when have anarchists been fans of listening to authority? If you want something done at your school, like a garden instead of those disgusting patches of dead grass, then do what you must to get it done. There are many ways and reasons to make your life at school more enjoyable and less restricting.
One of the many texts I've read this year said to always be making plans, and I hope you all take that to heart, and remember to always try to make plans for making your time in school enjoyable.
Stay insurrecto.
-Echo
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