I would guess that few if any people are ever truly comfortable with the fact of being both mind and rectum. I suppose that the misogyny & hostility to sex within religion is more reflection of a disconnect that had always been there than inventor of it. I've seen dogs express embarrassment or something that looks like it when they shit. I've no idea if wolves who've had no contact with human attitudes feel it or not.
The Kama Sutra is as pompous ponderous sexist & pedantic as the Book of Mormon tell truth. Dan Savage I think catches undue flack from unfairly heightened expectations; a sense that a gay progressive who discusses sex publicly must be the great liberator in all things; superhumanly free of all bigotries and blind spots. The fact is that anyone who wants to give advice for a career is necessarily prone to some level of dogma and essentialism. Nonetheless Ann Landers spent decades subtly encouraging less restrictive social mores from behind her propriety pearls.
At a hotel in Mason City IA I was propositioned by a closeted local man while I was having dinner. I'd been drinking moderately and it was an unusually delicious Casey's pizza, taco supreme. So I told the man to come back in ten minutes if he still wanted to blow me because I was eating really good pizza. He took offense to this or got cold feet or whateverhow changed his mind. I most likely would have put the pizza down for effort-free sex with a woman. Or maybe not. That's where I fall on the Kinsey.
There are so many who presumed that Marxism must be the One True Cure for colonialism. This invention of a European man who assumed that the Smartest Motherfucker Of All Time must be a European Man instilled with a Eurocentric education; who assumed that the one "scientific" model for all history everywhere was not just the exceptionally predatory 19th century West but Victorian England itself. I would guess that there were so many communists in the 20th century mainly because there were so many communists in the 20th century; the idea of immense global-level power in numbers for people who had been starved of power. Castro for example has been quite open about his old-school tribal motives among others; about seeing the Soviet model as a vehicle for at last attaining a unified Latin America equal in power and prestige to the US.
Che Guevara was an asthmatic medically dependent on adrenaline. What's more he had grown up watching his parents argue to the point of violence over politics and thus intuited that politics are and should be a basic source of vital or even erotic passion in life. He was never going to be any sort of abiding moderate and that's fine in itself. Neither am I. Still it's been said that he failed in Bolivia because the locals were brainwashed by the priests, the Yankees, the capital-controlled media etc. The truth is that brain-washing is nowhere near as common or as powerful as people think. The prospect that we have the shit world that newborn babies want need not be cause for paralyzing despair. We are not babies anymore and we can adjust both ourselves and the world outside. But anyway.
Che was of course an Argentinian.. The Argentinians are as Europeanized as we are and are if anything more guilty of fucking with Bolivian affairs than we Yanks. So one day here comes this culturally Caucasoid Argentine leading a Cuban armed force telling you that he's there to Messiah you from foreign domination. What would you think if you were a self-respecting Bolivian on that scene, knowing yourself to have a fully aware rational mind whatever your education or lack thereof? 'Fuck off doc' is really all that they could have said isn't it?
And as for brainwashing being overrated it isn't necessarily so that ethnic bigotries are manufactured to give cover for economic dominance. The Anglospheres glorification of wealth and material things, for example, is not inventor of but invention of the old school-tribal beef between England and France. (or perhaps the greater Germanic north vs. Latin south beef as well) Early modern England had a bit more commercial wealth and a bit more complex technology than France, and so it became Common sense that these traits were the True universal measure of superior civilization. It could have been anything else they may have had a perceived advantage in; and once this conceit was established well there are always and everywhere those who need to "know" themselves to be respectable, and will not tolerate reminders of the fact that social ideas of respectability are random and artificial.
The need to 'know' is the thing. Though myths of ethnic or cultural superiority are not necessarily smokescreens for consumptive greed there can be a deep correlation to be sure. A unifying desire to believe that there is a means to objectively know that one is living exactly as they should be, that one is the best possible version of themself they ever would have been. Not everybody has the poet's gift to self-doubt flamboyantly after all. For most people doubt is a sudden panic of agony that needs to be fucking dumped; anywhere and anyhow one is able to right now. When done in isolation this thing is harmless. When done by thousands in the same way at the same time it may still be harmless. It may plausibly bring about a very great good. It may not implausibly lead to five million dead & another fifty million enslaved too. The building is never apparent as it is happening. Nor as everyone is born within the building's normal will it ever be.
Monday, February 29, 2016
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
The Right Stuff
You can make a necklace out of your massacre victims freeze-dried cocks and name yourself the Horsegod if you want. There are places you can go and live that way if you have the charisma. The fear of prolonged peace as womanly and decadent is as common in Millard as Mogadishu. Mogadishu draws in artists and eccentrics from hundreds of miles around same as any other million-plus city. I read of a micro-organic chef who moved back home there from Europe to start an upscale restaurant. It gets bombed for its very being every two months or so by the local factions and they're especially low tolerance for bouge. Rich kids discuss Kanye in the Mogadishu suburbs. Mogadishu DJ's make the people bounce while lasers dance upon burned-out Toyota's with mounted AK's.
There is some truth to the slippery slope after all. As I know that there is no devil and no hell the plain fact of it is that once I pass fifty or so I wouldn't have a thing to lose by murdering liquor store clerks for cash and I know that.
It's hardly my business to comment I realize, but Russel Means took an odd pride in following the old Lakota faith more purely than thou. And I do know enough about it to know it has never really worked on 'purity' terms. There is no pope of northern plains animism and no minute pretense of one true literal text for it. I know that their religion and ours both have skinhooks. It has been suggested that early humans were far more likely than not to have been eaten by predators before thirty; that the trans-cultural idea of sacrifice as good-in-itself flows from this somehow, that racism may have its origins when contact with different beings was in fact necessarily hostile. At least until we invented good weapons. A state of being as only either the master or the meat as the plain fact of things. "War of the Worlds" was written as an anti-colonial fable, and quite obviously so if you look at it. Now we tell alien stories for assurance of how righteously fierce we'd be against unambiguously evil Strangers.
I once saw an interview with a man who took to murdering his wife and robbing banks so he'd have cash for nightly karaoke and prostitutes in a small Florida panhandle town. That was the dream he lived closet-normal through youth and middle age to keep hidden. No passport, no ocelot no treasure hunt just the golden hits of Neil Diamond. RIP Wife.
Russel Means also stated that claims of Aztec human sacrifice were a European lie meant to slander his indigenous. There are many such but not this one. The Aztecs did indeed sacrifice the motherfuck out of lots of fucking people all the fucking time. It was like an overripe satire of religion the way the way they carried on wasting motherfuckers just because it was Friday. They were in fact "guilty". They totally did do all that, is all that I'm saying. RIP Motherfuckers.
And why knee-jerkingly defend them as part of "us" anyhow? The Aztec Empire was exactly that; an urbanized, high-technology nation-state that preyed upon the actually indigenous as we do. King David was a sex trafficking usurper warlord if he even ever was. Joseph sold his coat to be a totalitarian lackey. The modern Israeli must surely know that they have more in common with the Muslims 'cross the wall than with vague patriarchs from a trillion yesterdays ago. A dead Constitution. The intelligent embrace of bullshit for the idea of a transcendent We. The pitiful delusion of We. Every person must be our own spouse family nation and world but not of course are own eternity. Of course they'll be none of that through any means at all.
Stop building statues of anyone for any reason. (I'm not a very big fan of headstones either tell truth.) Stop naming anything for any person who physically was. Stop putting anything at all on money save the denoting digit itself. Stop treating the prospect of apocalypse coinciding with your own lifetime as if you are special for realizing the obvious.
I do not want the we that has been invented for my behalf but that doesn't matter. I can join the Trotskyites or the tree spikers or the guerrilla farmers but I cannot unjoin The Illuminati. I rarely bother to argue politics with my dad. On one occasion when I did it was about restoring voting-rights to ex-cons; and it soon became clear that dad did not and would not examine this thing on its own terms. That he instead chose to view it through a lens of crime being bad, therefore any arbitary hardship imposed on criminals being good, and support for this arbitrary pain as a character test of being really truly and purely against crime at all.
It occurs to me now that those who view being Tough On Crime in this abstract identity affirming manner have never really been concerned with the practical problem of minimizing crime. They needfully presume a steady and inexorable flow of crime; an eternal stream of Thugs to measure their own courage and righteousness against. It also occurs that those who keep this attitude do not have a democratic understanding of social rules; they do not see the rules as things that we are all to some degree both subject to and makers of. Those who punish with zeal do not see themselves as imposing rules upon themselves but as imposing rules on Other People that they see themselves as personally ruling. That's where the man at the bar who supports Guantanamo torture and rails against the tyranny of motorcycle helmets is coming from. And it goes without saying that when my dad envisions himself as bringing down the fury on this murderer or that rapist he does not envision this murrapist as an aging blue-collar white man from the Pacific Northwest. And perhaps he is not completely wrongheaded in this envisioning after all. The Karaoke man is a white male but he's from Ohio or abouts if I remember right.
There is some truth to the slippery slope after all. As I know that there is no devil and no hell the plain fact of it is that once I pass fifty or so I wouldn't have a thing to lose by murdering liquor store clerks for cash and I know that.
It's hardly my business to comment I realize, but Russel Means took an odd pride in following the old Lakota faith more purely than thou. And I do know enough about it to know it has never really worked on 'purity' terms. There is no pope of northern plains animism and no minute pretense of one true literal text for it. I know that their religion and ours both have skinhooks. It has been suggested that early humans were far more likely than not to have been eaten by predators before thirty; that the trans-cultural idea of sacrifice as good-in-itself flows from this somehow, that racism may have its origins when contact with different beings was in fact necessarily hostile. At least until we invented good weapons. A state of being as only either the master or the meat as the plain fact of things. "War of the Worlds" was written as an anti-colonial fable, and quite obviously so if you look at it. Now we tell alien stories for assurance of how righteously fierce we'd be against unambiguously evil Strangers.
I once saw an interview with a man who took to murdering his wife and robbing banks so he'd have cash for nightly karaoke and prostitutes in a small Florida panhandle town. That was the dream he lived closet-normal through youth and middle age to keep hidden. No passport, no ocelot no treasure hunt just the golden hits of Neil Diamond. RIP Wife.
Russel Means also stated that claims of Aztec human sacrifice were a European lie meant to slander his indigenous. There are many such but not this one. The Aztecs did indeed sacrifice the motherfuck out of lots of fucking people all the fucking time. It was like an overripe satire of religion the way the way they carried on wasting motherfuckers just because it was Friday. They were in fact "guilty". They totally did do all that, is all that I'm saying. RIP Motherfuckers.
And why knee-jerkingly defend them as part of "us" anyhow? The Aztec Empire was exactly that; an urbanized, high-technology nation-state that preyed upon the actually indigenous as we do. King David was a sex trafficking usurper warlord if he even ever was. Joseph sold his coat to be a totalitarian lackey. The modern Israeli must surely know that they have more in common with the Muslims 'cross the wall than with vague patriarchs from a trillion yesterdays ago. A dead Constitution. The intelligent embrace of bullshit for the idea of a transcendent We. The pitiful delusion of We. Every person must be our own spouse family nation and world but not of course are own eternity. Of course they'll be none of that through any means at all.
Stop building statues of anyone for any reason. (I'm not a very big fan of headstones either tell truth.) Stop naming anything for any person who physically was. Stop putting anything at all on money save the denoting digit itself. Stop treating the prospect of apocalypse coinciding with your own lifetime as if you are special for realizing the obvious.
I do not want the we that has been invented for my behalf but that doesn't matter. I can join the Trotskyites or the tree spikers or the guerrilla farmers but I cannot unjoin The Illuminati. I rarely bother to argue politics with my dad. On one occasion when I did it was about restoring voting-rights to ex-cons; and it soon became clear that dad did not and would not examine this thing on its own terms. That he instead chose to view it through a lens of crime being bad, therefore any arbitary hardship imposed on criminals being good, and support for this arbitrary pain as a character test of being really truly and purely against crime at all.
It occurs to me now that those who view being Tough On Crime in this abstract identity affirming manner have never really been concerned with the practical problem of minimizing crime. They needfully presume a steady and inexorable flow of crime; an eternal stream of Thugs to measure their own courage and righteousness against. It also occurs that those who keep this attitude do not have a democratic understanding of social rules; they do not see the rules as things that we are all to some degree both subject to and makers of. Those who punish with zeal do not see themselves as imposing rules upon themselves but as imposing rules on Other People that they see themselves as personally ruling. That's where the man at the bar who supports Guantanamo torture and rails against the tyranny of motorcycle helmets is coming from. And it goes without saying that when my dad envisions himself as bringing down the fury on this murderer or that rapist he does not envision this murrapist as an aging blue-collar white man from the Pacific Northwest. And perhaps he is not completely wrongheaded in this envisioning after all. The Karaoke man is a white male but he's from Ohio or abouts if I remember right.
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Apocalypse Spring
My great dream is to play Pontius Pilate in a Native American/Ghost Dance themed take on "Jesus Christ Superstar." I would rock the motherfuck out of that blue-eyed devil shit and I fucking ay know it.. That's what I can do for the movement. At Occupy Lincoln I was the only one who could cook at all. There was a Lexington Latino fresh out of prison who labeled me "Custer". My first experience with K2 was with a man newly paroled for drunk-driving a stolen semi along the railroad abouts the Havelock yards. He handled me "sunshine."
I am a white man; liberated, educated, so totally not like my bellowing racist family men at all. It occurs to me only now that I say or think "I" far more often than I do "we" but this is coincidence surely.
The little junction town of Nebraska City was so named with the intent of being exactly that; the future state's socioeconomic window to The East. Such was also the goal of Bellevue, Blair and even the now -prettified tourist trap pseudo-village of Brownville. If you follow the long line of WASP male territorial governors in the north hall of the Capitol you shall happen upon an Oberyn Martell looking fellow named Thomas Cuming. Cuming had personal links to Omaha business interests on the one hand and also to generals congressmen surveyors etc on the other. Bribes went to the right places so that the UP railroad began at 10th and Dodge. And now Omaha is Omaha while Nebraska City is a Wendy's on the way to Kansas City. Minneapolis folk made bribes to the right people too; making sure that all rails in both Dakotas had to lead to Minneapolis. And so Omaha is only Omaha and not Minneapolis.
As I recall is was around this age, the postwar 19th century, that those of the New Guard began to use "FUCK" in a way that meant "I have contempt for ______" and not a literal command to have sex with all members of an ethnic group, all constables the world over, the corporate entity of Whole Foods, the conceptual ideas of warfare, capitalism, proposed landfills, the corpses of Ludwig Wittgenstein, Ayn Rand, Hubert Humphrey, Carrie Nation, Charles Dickens, Frederick Engels, Andrea Dworkin, the Muslims, The Muppets, those scurvy fucks across the tracks, Every Last Motherfucking Suit along Lake Shore Drive.
I ask for nothing except a lover who takes obsessive pains to hide both our relationship and my own physical existence. Who insists that Bright Eyes 'First Day of my Life' is about joining ISIS, who frees me from the world with thirty years of apartment jail except no, not at all.
The truth is that I'm a highly internalized fellow but also a vital one with a deep need for stimulus. The truth is that I have never taken as much joy in sex as from the year's first smells of thawing earth and pollinating yard. The truth is that I have been intimate with Nebraska City. I nighted in my van there after Mother wired me several hundred dollars to smuggle in Missouri fireworks for The Fourth. It was the death summer of 2012 with the Wyoming look of eternally blasted plains reaching all the way to the Mo River. when it was still 90F at 2AM I could hear my land screaming with thirst so I gave her some Franzia.
I am a white man; liberated, educated, so totally not like my bellowing racist family men at all. It occurs to me only now that I say or think "I" far more often than I do "we" but this is coincidence surely.
The little junction town of Nebraska City was so named with the intent of being exactly that; the future state's socioeconomic window to The East. Such was also the goal of Bellevue, Blair and even the now -prettified tourist trap pseudo-village of Brownville. If you follow the long line of WASP male territorial governors in the north hall of the Capitol you shall happen upon an Oberyn Martell looking fellow named Thomas Cuming. Cuming had personal links to Omaha business interests on the one hand and also to generals congressmen surveyors etc on the other. Bribes went to the right places so that the UP railroad began at 10th and Dodge. And now Omaha is Omaha while Nebraska City is a Wendy's on the way to Kansas City. Minneapolis folk made bribes to the right people too; making sure that all rails in both Dakotas had to lead to Minneapolis. And so Omaha is only Omaha and not Minneapolis.
As I recall is was around this age, the postwar 19th century, that those of the New Guard began to use "FUCK" in a way that meant "I have contempt for ______" and not a literal command to have sex with all members of an ethnic group, all constables the world over, the corporate entity of Whole Foods, the conceptual ideas of warfare, capitalism, proposed landfills, the corpses of Ludwig Wittgenstein, Ayn Rand, Hubert Humphrey, Carrie Nation, Charles Dickens, Frederick Engels, Andrea Dworkin, the Muslims, The Muppets, those scurvy fucks across the tracks, Every Last Motherfucking Suit along Lake Shore Drive.
I ask for nothing except a lover who takes obsessive pains to hide both our relationship and my own physical existence. Who insists that Bright Eyes 'First Day of my Life' is about joining ISIS, who frees me from the world with thirty years of apartment jail except no, not at all.
The truth is that I'm a highly internalized fellow but also a vital one with a deep need for stimulus. The truth is that I have never taken as much joy in sex as from the year's first smells of thawing earth and pollinating yard. The truth is that I have been intimate with Nebraska City. I nighted in my van there after Mother wired me several hundred dollars to smuggle in Missouri fireworks for The Fourth. It was the death summer of 2012 with the Wyoming look of eternally blasted plains reaching all the way to the Mo River. when it was still 90F at 2AM I could hear my land screaming with thirst so I gave her some Franzia.
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