A Journal about Electoral Tyranny, the dullness of mobs, and diminishing returns.

Friday, February 08, 2008

Vicar Me Friday, Playlisters!

Aum Jai Aum Jai Ma Jai Aum Jai Aum, allzy'allz. Happy First Darks to all my occulted lunatistae and a happy W/E-day to the rest of yea. As a fitting switchup for the One True New Rat Year and in celebration of Our These United States' Phattest Vapor Ballot Tally Ever Known™ i want to make an unnessessary unconcession statement.

Niether The Banner nor i will consider pledging our delegates toward any other candidate spare Vermin Supreme. It is His Year, after all


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For an even more time-compressed delivery of media, please regardez pennilesscripple's tour d'breve:

Short And Not So Sweet



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PC (above) is a fellow subscriber of Prof. in Archivea Antihostile (below), who also playlists.

The Malcolm X Files



Antihostile's Files On Blogspot
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D'J33pz!!!1 Where da *smmch* u at, G-R4M? I ran the Sislek, but these cats are NOW about the argumentation. I feel all are didactically unready for:

eyemran: A Critique of The Mayor of Blacktown



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eyemran



Thunderf00t

Evoluion v Creationism



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All these playlists are made by the users, BTW. Let's pour an Orange Drink™ out onto the geraniums as a libation for Thee Persistence Of Bill Hicks' Memory and watch some T00l.

T00L B0X



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Flux Rostrum and the Unembedded Reporters Union thought Super Fat Tuesday was just another day in paradise, and are looking forward to throwing their sham votes at Vermin Supreme in November.


FluxRostrum - TWIF



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MBN



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Speaking of reporting the under-reported, here's some people that had their homes burnt down.


The Attack On MOVE



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Let's pick it up from there later, shall we?

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Thursday, November 15, 2007

The Band of the Invisible Hand Strikes Back

I didn't mean to leave allzy'all hanging, but i've been deleriously tracking the Intelligent Agent as She (or Her proxy) steadfastly avoids the temptation of waving a fist o'er the Corpus Delecti of the US body just to see if it can still twitch. Then i am reminded by a Yankee of The Simple Genius of Dissorganization. I laugh, with the wise silence of the sky unechoing me. A bird flys into a window.


PermaKulturae With 8rf

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From the East rises an ir'e mind molded in calmingly furious resolve against the bitter vanity of violent conflict; molded so by a flesh informed of war. Anon! Anon, muthafuckers! Tend to your plots, they are naught but easements for primroses; they could be Victory Gardens in the Classless War against disposable communitee. They could be Sustainable.


FI: Permaculturae Practicalii

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Best not to say too much more of this. It's not a movement with a T-shirt anyway, so why would anyone poke into it? Even Che had design sense. This bullocks about local micropermaculture and the individual smacks of the same old tired "DIY" democracy-via-personal-investment i always throw out to cock-block PBS liberalism and it's hysterically shock-frozen partner in inaction, Paranoicism.


Fish Stapler

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Kids these days. It's like spring around the world, in Autumn. I think perhaps i've gotten into some bad Jo-jos.

Cuppa Joe

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I love BBJ. He's an airline pilot. Not that that means anything, but you know that it does.

FluxRostrum - TWIF

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Change will come, one way or another. Either we will all rest together at day's end, proud and satisfied after reintegrating our shattered and alienated world into a sustainable system of systems; or we will be mulch ourselves, feeding our new deserts blood and sweat until our bones bleach out and crumble like dry snowflakes dancing on the Sirhocco.


Soil_n_Green

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Thursday, October 18, 2007

Autonomy Begins In Public

I'm sure that things in this space appear a bit as if your Candidate thinks hisself the only populist left on the Left Coast; an exagerative self-agrandizement only inflamed by the fact that i've said as much outright. What can i say, this racket is hyperbolically inclined.

Let's shine a light on the popularity of populism. I give Thee the Demokrazy Playa.

Demokrazy



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Just in case you got sidetracked after that first vid, here's the Autonomous Person's Geezer Playlist.

Killing Joke

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It's like this: if you want anything out of human society, you're going to have to become a more democratic person. Sorry. If you leave it up to Them™ things are just going to get increasingly more lopsided. Individuals will have less power, meaning collectives of individuals (like churches, lodges, neighborhoods, trade unions, PTAs, etc) will accordingly have less power to pool. Political power is defined right now by leveraged contracts which are mostly brokered by Congress, and that's where you have to strike. Think about this carefully. Supporting either Democrats or Republicans is counterproductive; it merely reifies bad behavior on their part, marginallizing our voices even more. As for Presidential races...c'mon. Do the fucking reading.

Decisions, decisions.



One Head - One Vote - One Choice
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The Truth™
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Get Some, America!

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Monday, September 10, 2007

Bill Hicks, Ascended Master

Bill Hicks' Final Interview








Tomorrow is Grandfalloonerry Day. What are you going to tell yourself to asuage your soul while you sit where They™ want you to, doing Thier™ bidding rather than hitting the streets?

Just curious. I'll probably just not get up.

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Saturday, September 08, 2007

Reinventing Your Selfishness: Prophylogeneticity Cross-indicates pr0ntogenicity


God - On All Fours


The Washington Post discovered that US backed militias do sometimes hang out with drug-cartel thugs, albiet only if said thugy drugies "infiltrate" aforementioned militias' no-doubt labrynthian security and internal oversight commandcontrols. Which are probably the best a boy can learn to emulate at the School For The Americas, where No Child Gets Left Unraped Until Blind™.

So a couple bad apples made a couple coke deals. WTF. At least we don't train them to torture nuns.

Or kill reporters.

VLogPlaya

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Thought i was gonna bust out the Gary Webb movies again, huh? Pwnt.


A Fair(y) Use Tale
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Hey, Cowboy Bob! Yeah, you, kid-cakes! Wanna buy a Hat?



It's utility 'round here is over. Finished, done, gone, out. Somebody should claim it 'afor'n ah give it to the freeballing UtiliKilt guy who lives up the hill. He'd wear it, too, and get away with it. W/e. Here's the keeper part.



Kurt said (insomuch as this particular nonanimate Golem speaks; which is to say "C_j flipped a coin") that the American Flag™ that he sat on for 4 (5?) years is up for the Patriot that can step up to claim both Flag and Hat. I think it's a 48-star flag; hard to tell being as it's folded proper. Hey, i was a trained civil servant once.


Ok, maybe not totally proper.


So, yeah. Still trying to sell our worlds over here.


I've multch'd more furniture than we've managed to sell or give away. W/e. Think today's sale is going to be a Moving Moving Sale. Like a movable feast, yeah? Except the other people don't know that we're going to show up at thier door with a bunch of crap to sell (and leave lying around if no-one's buying). I've already got a milkcrate full of random electoronics that Al Qu'aeDaffy would (allegedly) love to get a hol't of and a intercom mic/aux/VO unit loaded on the TrundleRound™. Think i'll pack on one each amp and tapedeck, maybe the conduit crate, and that fucking 10-column candleabra that keeps tripping me. Roll on down to Fremont, after cartoons of course. Leave it all in front of Lenin with a note that says "stoopid baby" under a large Prussian-pointing arrow.

It's going to be a spectacular day, People. Forward along the Shining Path.

We have nothing to lose but our wallet chains.


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Oh, snap. Gotcha.

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