War Rag Found in Dumpster- Loyalists Freak Out

A local man walking down a sidewalk has discovered a US war flag deposited in a (gasp!) dumpster. The usual response from loyalist, fanatical “symbol-minded people” is both humorous and sad to watch:

“I was completely beside myself.”

“It’s just disgust. It’s just extremely upsetting and outrageous that someone would do this to a flag.”

“It’s very troubling to me.”

Remember, these comments are not from those who have witnessed some despicable action whereby one individual threatened or harmed the life or property of another individual. We are talking about a piece of cloth! We are seeing supposed adults upset and nearly in tears because a religious symbol held in irrationally high esteem has not been treated as the hallowed icon they claim it to be.

These folks seem to still have the minds of children. Do they still carry a blanket and suck their thumbs? I seriously doubt that when the institution represented by this symbol (the US Government) commits it numerous crimes against humanity (not a piece of cloth), that these misdirected souls show even a minute percentage of the disgust they’ve shown when their precious (and reviled) war rag is abused.

I would argue that this ugly, putrid rag belongs in the trash! It represents the most murderous, terrorist, thieving group of thugs to ever exist on the North American continent- The US Government.

Every act of torture, every act of murder, every act of theft, every act of harassment and abuse, every act of occupation and war, every act of deception, and every act of personal enslavement has been accompanied by this celebrated and admired “symbol of freedom.”

Knowing this- being disposed of in a garbage dumpster seems to be a kindly act of mercy. It certainly deserves much worse.

Resistance is Mandatory

No rulers

No masters

NO CONSENT

Deja Vu

The Emperor has made it clear he wants legislation aimed at containing gun violence passed next year (2013). May I suggest the following text used for this desired legislation:

“Those now possessing weapons and ammunition are at once to turn them over to the local police authority.

Firearms and ammunition found in a Jew's possession will be forfeited to the government without compensation.

Whoever willfully or negligently violates the provisions will be punished with imprisonment and a fine.”
German Minister of the Interior, November 11, 1938.

Replace “Jew” with “US tax slave” (sometimes referred to as "US citizen").

“Stroke of the pen, law of the land. Pretty cool.”

Resistance is Mandatory

No rulers

No masters

NO CONSENT

Ban Guns From Government

Re: Connecticut Shootings

Gun control fails again.

Statism fails again.

Police fail again.

The Drug War fails again (the shooter was on psychotropic drugs, as usual, and hooked on first shooter video games).

Government schools fail again.

These shooters are predators, are they not? How do you protect yourself against a predator? You arm yourself with a weapon!

What is the state’s alternative? They teach you to run and hide in a closet and pray to your God or hope that Johnny Law finishes his donut in time to run and jiggle his obese ass to your rescue.

How does a country defend itself? By creating a law that states no other country shall attack it? By putting “Gun Free Zone” signs along its borders? No! It creates an armed military to actively counter any armed attack upon it. Doesn’t it make sense for individuals to follow that same, rational course of action to defend itself with the weaponry it deems necessary?

Have you noticed that all these school shootings occur at government schools? Do you think this is just a coincidence? These institutions actually brag about the fact that they are “gun free.” At least, until an armed predator saunters in, firing away. Then they scream and beg for armed government agents to rush and save them. If these shootings had taken place at private schools, the US Regime would be leading the charge to close these schools.

Americans have become nothing more than servile, obedient, gullible, domesticated, historically ignorant wimps. You could almost argue they deserve to be slaughtered.

Resistance is Mandatory

No rulers

No masters

NO CONSENT

Snapshot of the State - Misjudging the Courage of Individuals

"You cannot run away from weakness; you must some time fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?"

Robert Louis Stevenson

Hired Killers Give Thanks in Afghanistan

U.S. Troops Celebrate Thanksgiving In Afghanistan

Oh yes, they’re all SO thankful for the opportunity to kill brown children, blowing them to bits and joyfully viewing their bloody corpses.

They’re all SO thankful to be guarding the poppy fields and aiding the CIA’s heroin smuggling.

They’re all SO thankful to be serving their state masters and corporate oligarchs, working hard to destroy and destabilize civilization throughout the world.

They are SO thankful to be acting out their psychopathic yearnings, fueled by years of perverse video games, to shoot, bomb, and destroy anything that moves.

They’re all SO thankful to serve and protect a criminal, despotic regime hell bent on world domination.

They are SO thankful for the opportunity to offer their lives and limbs as cannon fodder in a patriotic gesture of human sacrifice.

They’re all SO thankful to be robbing their neighbors back in the Fatherland to pay their bloated paychecks, overly generous benefits and cushy pensions.

They are SO thankful for the ability to compartmentalize their crimes, strengthened by a lifetime of nationalist propaganda.

They are just SO thankful to realize their childhood fantasy of killing, robbing and pillaging.

Today, these lost souls are having a literal orgy of thankfulness.

Resistance is Mandatory

No rulers

No masters

NO CONSENT

Feels So Right

I wrote the following piece the day of the 2004 presidential election. My sentiments and opinions remain the same.
Nov. 2, 2004
I first voted in a presidential election in 1976. I have voted in every one since- until today. My choice in the last three elections was the Constitution Party- a hardy, decent bunch, working fruitlessly to resuscitate a document, long since deceased. I decided this year to not only NOT vote, but to spend the day avoiding, the best I could, the stimuli and intense fervor that seems to abound on election day.

Productive work can keep you focused. Instead of the pointless noise and turmoil of election activity, my attention was served by the innocent beauty of smiling school children in front of my camera. As a bonus, God favored me with an assortment of autistic youngsters to challenge my skills and allowed me to appreciate whatever world their mind resides in; their mental processes wonderfully oblivious to the surrounding carnage of politics. What is the greater accomplishment- coaxing a smile from a hesitant moppet to be joyfully preserved forever on celluloid or wracking my brain over a ballot, deciding which political pervert is more qualified to kill similar innocents on the other side of the world?

A short break allows me time to witness the sight of children at play; running, shouting, enjoying the pure delight of the moment. While a short distance away their parents and neighbors are deciding what tyrant will dictate their future, wash their growing minds clean of individual thought, and determine which bloody battlefields they will be obligated to visit. The realization of this sickening irony turns my stomach.

Traveling the route home takes me by the local polling station. Innumerable campaign signs clutter the right-of-way like so much profane, gang graffiti. A turf war is underway just inside with ballots being the weapon of choice. I think, “Why vote with ballots backed by bullets when I can vote peacefully with my dollars and my feet?” At the end of the day’s battle the tickets will be rounded up and counted; the majority totals giving legitimacy to a new array of masters.

Once home I search for a cerebral escape. Beauty in the form of music is a great diversion. I enjoy listening to the anguished lyrics of Steve Earle, later to be countered by the lifting, soaring, looping guitar lines of Dickey Betts. Whether representing the emotions of joy OR pain, music is beautiful; either by soothing the soul or reinvigorating it. Meanwhile, the political games of power hungry men elicit merely pity and shame.

No election media coverage is watched, read or listened to. No final speeches by begging, desperate shysters is paid any attention. The market has provided me two of the greatest inventions of mankind (the mute button and the VCR fast forward) to cleanse my television of idiocy [I no longer watch television]. Long may they function! Shifty pitchmen, pleading for my confidence, fall delightfully silent or pass my view in a blur of hapless futility. Their message falls on deaf ears and shielded eyes.

The polls are closed and my vote is missing from the pile. Yet, my mind is at peace and regret is nonexistent. The electoral outcome is considered irrelevant. Satisfaction and contentment comes from knowing that time has been productively spent. Sleep comes easy.

Nov. 3, 2004
The sun has risen, as always. The pre-election warning of “Vote or Die” from the American ghetto is now even more laughable. Some tyrants remain in place to extend their term of destructiveness. Others are new to the scam, busy charting future paths of theft and death while their obedient serfs behold and regale their new saviors. I pay no attention to, nor attempt to remember, their names. Why bother?

Resistance is Mandatory

No rulers

No masters

NO CONSENT