Smash civ!

Do you feel enslaved? Trapped? Threatened?

You probably are. It's not a feeling that comes from nowhere. Really, it's the most un-natural feeling in the world. It's something humans aren't used to, as it has only really been around for the past 8,000-10,000 years (of course, oppression existed before that, but it fundamentally changed after that moment in history). What happened? Civilization happened. 

We never were meant to be collected like this and taught to perform a certain job. We weren't meant to maneuver ourselves between power structures and try to fit in within them. It makes us feel unbearable weight on our shoulders, drags us down, until we finally break, and either go postal or just die.

Humans are as incompatible with civilization as freedom is with totalitarianism. Without civilization we could not have structures that oppress minorities of all sorts, we could not have mass-oppression.

Iconoclasts, lets us destroy civilization!

On the rejection of proper english

It's not news I can't spell that well, nor do I have that good of grammar. Granted my ability has grown since being a writer but still, it's pretty narly. I am so sick of hearing though that someone needs to have mastered english to be taken seriously? Like really yo?

Real talk, that's some bullshit. The english language is the second, if not, the most complicated language ever! Lets not forget it's grounded within colonialism and other bullshit. Why is it we think we must have mastered it to preach?

We now have a tumblr!

Go to lumpen-prole-distro.tumblr.com and check it out! Same shit will be on here though but now you can reblog our stuff and be all like "yeah look at these insurrectionary homies they're cool as fuck"

or not....

The poor mans song: A nightmare come true.

Our tale begins in a city. loud and obnoxious our hero is a poor man. He used to love and be loved now, today, that all has changed. Lets start from the beginning though.

The story goes like this: We got the money, we got the guns. Everyone gets in the van and is told to not deviate from the plan. This is it the time is near. His heart beats as fast as a fox running through the forest after a rabbit. His prey nearing and his heart beating ever faster to be able to eat. He is ready to sing the poor mans song. They jump out of the van and charge in quick. 4 of them, all poor men singing the poor mans song. They shout at everyone to get down. Nobody knows who they are, oh the joys of mask. They run to the teller to find the manager. 2 of them stand gaurd to make sure nobody tries anything. That's when silence came.

Silence then sirens!

It all goes down like in his night mare the night before. This is it things are over, but do not worry reader. This is not the end of our heroes fate. This is only the beginning. He'll do all he can to keep his nose clean. Even if it means killing a cop or 2. Bang, bang! The noise of gunshots echoes through the bank. These men were going to become rich even if it meant death! They keep shotting while everyone insides scream, though our heroines are not concerned about them. The bank vault finally opens. Time to get rich he screams in joy.

But lets go back to the beginning of our tale. For our hero as stated, was a poor man. Living from paycheck to paycheck, only seeing his daughter 5 minutes before she has to go to bed. His wife angry that he can't bring in enough cash. He skips meals for his daughter and wife to eat, they are all he cares about. He will do anything to support them but he realizes that he cannot in his current state of work.

That's when his friend approaches him. Want to be a rich man? he asked. Just follow the plan and we will be good. Of course john accepts. He sings the poor man song, and when your singing that song there is no right or wrong.

It all happened so fast. As they were in the vault putting the money in the bags one of the four has been shot in the head. The police are not playing any games today. Our heroines do not freak out thought. They are skin deep, watching their own necks. Each of them understand they will do whatever it takes to keep their nose clean. As I said, right and wrong means nothing when your singing that poor mans song.

They finished packing their bags full of cash. They needed to leave. Another one of them is shot and killed.  2 left. They understand play time is over. Our hero grabs a random man and holds him at gunpoint. He needs to get to the van. Ski mask? check Sawn off? check. Guilty concious and a fear of death? check. Our other member steps out first and is immediatly shot dead. This is it. There is no going back. It is do or die! He Opens the doors. Time has slowed down. His daughter and wife are the last thing he thought about

BANG BANG BANG

That is the end of our heroines tale. He took drastic measure for those he loved most, because it was all he could do. He didn't want to be there, he didn;t want to be near but capitalism forced it's hand. life or death is the name of the game. What was the point of this story? Well right and wrong is thrown out the window when your singing the poor man's song.

If you notice, you can donate to us!

Hey folks, I am happy to announce that I have solved the internet and guess what, you can finally donate to us now! We want to pump out zines and stuff and start publishing but being 2 broke teenagers ya know, it's kinda hard to do that so with your help, and a bit of love, we can make that dream a reality!

Q: How much can I donate?

A: As much as you want!

Q: Where would this money go to?

A: First thing first is we need a printer, paper, ink cartridges, and the like. Eventually the money will go towards bail bonds and other neccescities anarchist need. We haven't figured EVERYTHING out but right now our primary goal is to get a printer and a press running.

Q: Why bail bonds in the future?

A: Fuck rotting in jail, lets get comrades out while we can and give them some freedom.

Q: Will I be able to read any of your zines?

A: Of course! All zines published by us will also be put on this blog for folks who live outside of the Pacific North West.

Q: Would the money I donate ever be used for personal reasons?

A: Only when it's en emergency like say if one of us went to the hospital, or couldn't afford something they materially need for survival. That's it, other wise it all goes to the distro!

Q: Are there any fees when I donate?

A: Yes, $0.30 (USD) and 1.9% - 2.9% will be deducted from the amount you donate so we ask everyone to donate at least $1.00 so donations actually go through and such.

Q: Do you take any currency?

A: We only take USD but that's the great thing about online donations, currency converting happens anyways!

We thank you if you can donate, and if you can't that's totally chill. Have a happy friday folks!

If you have something to say, say it

We've gotten a couple funny comments "critiquing" this blog. Granted I laughed because they were from leftist BUT, none the less useful. We encourage commenting by anyone. Seriously if you have something to say, say it. Don't think you must have the best critique or theory ever, because that's stupid. So please comment if you feel the need to do so!

Military Recruitment In Schools: A call to action

I don't need to state why military recruitment centers shouldn't ya know operate within schools but I am going to anyways because I feel like it.

IMPERIALISM FUCKING SUCKS AND SO MUCH OTHER FUCKED UP SHIT HAPPENS IN THE MILITARY FUCK ALL THAT NOISE

Okay now we got that out of the way this is a call to action. This shit should NOT be tolerated by anarchist. We am not proposing we start a campaign nor a mass movement around this, though we are not against that either. Do what you feel you need to do to combat this disgusting propaganda and lies. Wether it be tabling against military recruitment around highschools, or organizing walk outs, or opt out campaigns. Even going and smashing the fuck out of a military office. Seriously, do SOMETHING, but get shit done.

We are willing to coloaborate with other youth affinity groups and even organizations but our self int rest do not lie in campaigns or mass movements currently. If you want to work with us please email us at lumpenprolelife@gmail.com We are willing to coloaborate with liberals and the like

Please do something though. Every youth that goes in this fucked up system is chewed up and spit back out. Enough of that!

                                                                                                     - lumpenprolelife distro