My Birthday

Today is my birthday. Horatio and Ngude say they have a surprise for me. We shall see what lies in store for me.

I don't care much for gifts, typically. I'm just happy to be here with friends.

I will be out of range all day. Will write more when I get back.

This Beauty Is Written In Me

I've always considered myself to be a "spiritual" person. What exactly I mean by that, I am not sure. I guess I mean, it seems to me I have a "spirit" and I am aware of it. But, I never really entertained the idea that my spirit connected to anything, except nature, and the odd woman.

I mean there were times earlier in my life, when I would meet a woman and it was as if a door opened in my soul. Kind of like those dreams you have where you're walking through your house, and you find rooms you didn't know were there. That's what it would be like. I'd meet a woman and I would find other rooms, more ornately adorned and frangrant places inside myself.

And when I would make love to a woman who opened these new rooms, I would feel as if she reached in to them and helped to decorate them with herself. I wasn't clear about it, though. It seemed as if, maybe, these new rooms in my soul were her rooms. Maybe they weren't rooms in my soul at all. Maybe they were the private, but infinite, amphitheatres of her heart.

Certainly, some women inspired in me a feeling of openess, within myself, which was larger than the spaces I had previously known myself to encompass. I feel as if I, Screaming Memes, live in a small room with a window to an infinite view, a study, within which, one can read many books which look out into the sky. So, I have an infinite feeling within me, but I feel confined personally, if that makes sense.

When I say "infinite amphitheatre" for instance, I remember, literally, with one woman, of whom I was particularly fond, I felt as if I had enlarged exponentially. One time I was with her and it felt like I was dancing with her on the peak of a hill with a valley below, a 360 view of valleys and green hills and mountains.

Now, it could have just been the marijuana, but that was the image I got. Truth is, we were just talking, alone in a room, and I was holding her close.

I'm trying to be honest with myself here. I remember a time, when I was younger, when I felt these moments of profound peace. I called them "spiritual" experiences then, but I didn't give any thought to where they came from. These experiences I have had here in Maui the past few days have inspired a calmness and a contemplation which I find difficult to achieve in the frenetic environment of the city, as I'm sure you can tell.

I haven't felt like this for a long time. I really don't know what to think.

But, I feel as if I'm coming to some sort of clearing, like stepping out of a thick forest into, well, I don't know.

I can say this. There was a feeling of destiny or foreordination about the experiences I have had. But, here's the really strange thing. There was also a feeling of deja vu, like I had experienced all of this before. No, not even just experienced, but that I had participated in creation in some way. I don't know how to explain this.

Certainly, I know that the beach, and the mountains of Maui, are beyond my scope to imagine, let alone create. That is laughable. I am, absolutely, awed by their beauty, but I feel as if I have sat, somewhere, with someone, before, and had it all explained to me. That's what I mean by foreordination. I feel as if this beauty is written in me.

Now, I know I'm not being specific about anything here. I'm talking about the essence of my experience. I'm being abstract.

Truthfully, emotonally, it's hard for me to say that, when I was out walking with Ngude the other day, I was moved, almost to tears, just by looking at one large, veined, impossibly green leaf, which hung down from a tree, at a delicate and, somehow perfect angle, right in my path. It's hard to explain how it seemed so right to me. So excellent, and deserving of a loving, almost sexual adoration. But it's true. I looked at the web of it's veins. The liquid sheen of it, belying it's more sublte textures; it's fingerprint. A leaf I would have just thought to be in my way, on another day, if say, I were walking in Central Park.

Or, how do I say that the constant roar of a waterfall, we found hidden in a little cove, gave off a massive sense of stillness? How do I explain that I felt pinned, or rather struck immovable, by silence, while all raged furiously around me? And yet I was still fully under control of my will. I looked at the waterfall, and moved my hand up in front of my face, just to see if I could move. I could, but it was as if the stillness was a living being, born inside me, and once again, the deja vu.

These are very disjointed thoughts, perhaps. I'm sorry if I'm not making any sense to you. I'm trying to make these things make sense to me.

Magnificent

Drove through the mountains yesterday with Ngude. The intense emeralds of the foliage and trees contrasting with sudden blue blasts of sky were magnificent. The whole world looks wet, as if new born. It's hard not to feel hopeful and alive when surrounded by such beauty.

The Beach

Maui. I don't know what the word means in the traditional Hawaiian language, but to me it means breathtaking beauty. We're staying at a luxury resort Hotel, nestled into a cove which seems to be the original garden.

Horatio and I took a walk out on the beach early this morning. Green foliage and blue water and white sand. Clean sharp colors at first glance. A picture postcard world. We rented "boogie boards" and I went out onto the water at a time of low tide. There really weren't any waves to catch. So I just layed there on my board and thought.

I rest in the ocean rolling in and out, in and out. The Earth's inhalation and exhalation, nature contemplating itself, and finding that it is good. A long period passed and then, I look around at the sharp colors again, and find this whole place, this beatiful cove, the sky, the water, Maui herself, it is all a jeweled-prism; the ten-thousand facets of light-refracted, and sparkling all around me.

I was dazzled. A deep feeling welled up inside me that I can compare only to the the pristine rush of first love. A mysterious need, a velvety thankfulness at one's being having been taken note of. I suddenly felt not so small in the universe, but instead, I experienced an ineffable but visceral sensation of profound individual resonance. I felt bottomless, and yet supported. A feeling of falling, but with universal guidance.

I really don't know how to put these feelings into words at all. I must say, I'm not quite sure that they are even feelings. There was something very real about this "experience". Something more akin to a pang of hunger, or a slap in the face. In other words, real, not felt. Not emotion-based. But instead deeply physical, and yet, at the same time, wedded with a more mysterious spirit.

It was astonishing. That's the word for it. I can say no more.

Heading Off

Don't have much time fro posting today. Horation, Ngude, and I are rushing off to JFK to hop on a plane to Hawaii for some vacation time.

Been a little stressed lately. Thought it might do me a little good to relax and get my mind off the Apocalyspe.

I'll be taqking me laptop, so you can expect that I will continue to post throughout vacation.

Aloha

No Doesn't Mean No - The Manufacturing Of Our Consent

As I have stressed ever since Bushitler stole all the power in the world (real and potential), the jesusland media do not function in the manner of the propaganda system of a typacal totalitarian state. Rather, they permit -- indeed, encourage -- spirited debate, criticism, and dissent, as long as these remain faithfully within the system of presuppositions and principles that constitute an elite consensus, a system so powerful as to be internalized largely without awareness.

In other words, yeah we can say or do whatever we want as long as we don't step out of the narrow parameters of what the media allows us to think. The media has a gun to our heads, a metaphorical gun in some sense, but it's a gun nonetheless.

If you don't believe me, than just try thinking about something that you're not allowed to think about. Go ahead, try it.

See, you can't do it, can you?

When I try to do it, I feel as if their isn't a thought in my head. I draw a complete blank. But this is no blank. No. Because what really happens is the minute you try to think about something that is not allowed, then the media gun fires and puts a bullet through your brain. And all thought is blown out the back of your head, to splatter on the walls of you're prison.

In sum, the mass media of the jesusland Reality Show is effective and a powerful ideological institution that carries out a system-supportive propaganda function by reliance on market forces, internalized assumptions, and self-censorship, and without significant overt coercion.

jesusland is one of the most freest and most best countries in the world, if you can tolerate the dominance of the Mediahadeen. I want to be clear that I do not thnik that it is better in other totalatarian regimes, like say North Korea, or Saudi Arabia. I love our Constatution (what's left of it anyway) I just hate how we have ripped it to shreds with the barbarism of the Patrio Act, and the Globe slave trade of the Capatalist Construct.

It's not that wer'e not free, in theory, It's just who can be free, when your being oppressed by the media all the time. Manufacturing you're consent. I say "No means no," but the media says, "You're No means you have consented to us raping you."

So, now that we have established my patriotism (I love the consitution) and my belief in the superiority of jesusland to totalitarian regimes like Suadi Arabia and North Korea (just bearly), let me be clear, that in the sense that we have no choice in our consent , then, in that sense, we are the most oppressed of all people. Our country is the most brutal of all regimes, because the lockdown is the more cruel, because we don't even know about it.

What can be more cruel than to be in a jail and you don't even know it. Instead you think you are in the park playing frisbee with a dog, but no, you are in jail, amusing yourself to death.

Negroponet Joins Dark Power Forces

The George W. Bush government is a team of shadows whose highest ranking officials rank among the darkest of US reactionary political fauna, Granma newspaper´s international page denounces Friday.

According to the paper, each time Bush nominates an official for a post, he picks the worst of all, and together, they make up the worst, gloomiest, cruelest and most messianic administration of all.

His recent nomination of John Negroponte as first national intelligence chief, a position above the country´s spying network, with huge powers and a large budget, proves the above-mentioned assessment.

From now on, Negroponte will direct US spies and the agents who torture and scheme assassinations and coups in the world.

As ambassador to Iraq for less than a year, he became the US proconsul, the figure on which the "Government" of Iyad Allawi counts for all decisions, the mastermind of atrocities such as the rocking of Fallujah, torture camps, assassination of journalists and shut down the numerous irregularities, frauds and bribes.

His dossier is as sordid as his role in Iraq.

On his recent appointment, Bertha Oliva, coordinator of the Committee of Families of Missing in Honduras, where he worked as ambassador and was close to the military regime between 1981 and 1985, said, "that is incredible," the US even made up a post to please a disastrous character of the history of Honduras and Central America."

In Honduras, Negroponte played a decisive role in the organization, training and weapon supplying of the counterrevolutionary forces fighting the Sandinista National Liberation Front during the Ronald Reagan mandate.


And don't froget to drink Freedom Beer when you're trying to froget the Bushitler Dark Shadow Froces

His reign there contributed to the increase of human right violations and tortures, missing of leftwing members and the creation of an intelligence squad that kept assassinations silent.
The newly-nominated intelligence director was an assistant to the National Security Agency in the George H Bush administration, and ambassador to Mexico and the Philippines.

When the Senate took six months to name him ambassador to the UN, Negroponte stated, "I do not think death squads operated in Honduras."

Since he was used to saying lies, it was obvious Bush set eyes on him, although his attempts to materialize the UN Security Council approval of the aggression on Iraq failed short.

According to Mexican La Frontera.info newspaper, John Negroponte is a hawk with a reputation for combining an iron-shaped character with a velvet glove," and closely tied to the Iran-Contra case.

The online daily said Negroponte promoted repression, and the Nizkor organization accused him of overseeing the Aguacate air base where the Nicaraguan counterrevolutionary forces were detained and torture.

Several corpses of alleged 185 people murdered and buried at the base were found in August.
Thanks John, the White House provided the Honduran military regime with over one billion USD allowing feed the Battalion 316 the Central Intelligence Agency and the Argentine military regime trained.

Allegedly, the Battalion 316 was involved in the missing of 140 people.

The Torrediconfine.org website reported Negroponte was the highest US official connected to the aggression on Honduras; therefore, the Nuremberg laws against people responsible for war crimes can be applied to him.

However, instead of taking him to court, the Bush administration designated him US ambassador to the UN in 2001.

In July 1995, the Baltimore Sun newspaper headlined: "Honduras: when Negroponte and the Argentine Army members turned it into the inferno."

"When a wave of torture and murders shake a small ally to the US, the truth is included in casualties. Did the CIA involve in it? Was Washington aware of it? Did they deceive the public?," indicated the paper.

"Now we do learn from it: yes, yes and yes," Granma concludes.

Totalatarianism Alert - I, Memes, Is Forced to Particapate In the Reality Show

I used too be abel to make money selling advertising on my web magazine, Screaming Memes. No longer. Now, I am froced to particalpate by running advertisiments for the jesusland Corporation.

I'm am sorry. One must understand that one must do what one must be forced to do. I will have to sacrafice my principals because it is more important that the world has access to this web magazine than that I live up to my values.

I learned this from my good freind Zack de La Rocha of Rage Against the Machine. Along time ago I asked him how he was able to work under a slave contract to a major record label putting out ablums which only benefitted the evil capatalisic empire of the U.S.

He told me that he had to sacrafice his princapled stance against capatalism in the interest of making money so that he could go on telling the world what it needed to here. If he didn't have as much money as he now has (very nice house and cars) then his voice would'nt be as loudly felt.

So, here goes, jsut so as I can pay the bills fro another month:

When it is time to drown you're sorrows, Remember to drink Freedom Beer

brought to you by the jesusland Croporation.

The jesusland Burka

The sun went down at 2:30 Pm yesterday. It did not rise this morning.

There is a palpabel darkness spread over the land. It corresponds with the inner darkness evadent on the faces of the doomed citizenry. Wild rumour's abound about the flash in the sky and the warm wind, and most strnagely the static electricity leaping from inanamite objects.

I saw a woman burned by a bolt of the electricity. She fell to the ground in a seizure, throbbing like a fish as the frightened people stepped around her and hurried home.

There is no news on the TV about what iis happening to us. Instead, there are alternating "bible studies" and music video shows, fearuting Britney Spears, and Hillary Duff.

The jesusland Reality Show has been fitted over the contours of truth like a burka. No more facts excapes. The truth is our shame. We are denied from looking at it. The powers that be fear our lust and the monsters we would become.

We are deviants of truth. We would like to molest the truth if we could get our hands on it. People meet in alleys and copulate aurally, speaking their little wedges of truth. But, alas it is like phone sex, or internet sex, unfulfilling, completely based on fantasy. Mastubatory, solipsistic.

We will not recognize each other anymore, nor will we know oursleves.

We are lost in the System of War. A black hole from which no substance can excape.

Dispatch From the Front - A Great Flash In The Sky

I'm very scaired. We saw a bright flash in the southern sky, even though it was daytime. Thirty seconds later the ground bagen to shake. There was no audible sound. Just the flash and the shaking.

A warm wind has been blowing in from the south since about an hour ago. It is clashing with the cold wind from the North and it is doing very strange things to the weather. There are strong static electicity charges emitted from stationary objects. Dogs and cats are running wild in the street.

There is a look of palpable fear about everyone and everything.

It seems we are under a seege of some sort. I don't know anything.

Corruption Is Amok

A govermen approved "pastor" has taken over the airwaves, 24 hours a day. He drones on about salvation and sheep and dissipline, and I can't maek heads or tales of what he's.

The streets are empty after 7:00 PM. Noone ventures out because of fear tha the milatary police will shake you down. Corruption is amok. The soldiars will stop you fro no reason, and just stare at you, guns cocked until you give them money. In this way, they make no explicit demand fro you're money, so as to have plausable denibility.

When you do hand them over you're money, they take it, demand to see you're Id, take down you're address andthen they say they are going to check the "contra-band" for traces of cocaine use. In this way, they assure that you will never reprot them, because you are just too scaird.

New products are showing up on the sshelves of the markets. "Freedom Soda", "Freedom Meat", "Freedom Beer", brought to you by the "jesusland Authority". These are the products of the croporations that the Bushitler regime occupied in the frist days of the grate consoladation.

People are fried from their jobs at tech companies and industries deamed to be "not Freedom-centered", they are then relocated to jobs witht the jesusland Authority. Men and woman who were pulling down upwards of $150K writing code, or as executives are now working in factories processing "Meat" and all the other stragne jesusland products.

The "Meat" by the way, tastes vary strange, and sometiems theire are moving entities within. The "Soda" tastes a little bit like beer, and the beer tastes a little bit like soda.

The UNPERSONING of Eason Jordan - A Return to Modernism Is Nesassary

Eason Jordan was a man off bravery and nobility. He rightly so, accuesd the jesusland milatary of assassanating journalistes, and then the bloggers have just willy nilly distroyed his credability. But that wasn't enough for the manicheanism of the blogger' s. No. They had to cause him to disappear alltogether. He has been UNPERSONED just as surely as Ronald Reagun, and Ollie North GHW Bush did to the the good children of Nicaraugua.

You will notice that there were no press conferences called. There were no interviews with Barbara Walters or 60 Minutes. There were no NPR reports, when it came to the Eason Jordan. Just a press release under extreme duress, emitted by a cowed CNN.

The reason their were no interviews with Mr. Jordan is because he doesn't exist anymore. In fact if you look him up on Google you will not be able to find any credible infromation on his Person. He is gone. Disappeared. Persona non grate. Finis. Vanished.

How could this have happened? He was a promanant individual. He was the CEO of CNN. The answer is George Bushstain's evil legion. The Bloggers. The Hounds of Hell, baying at the moon, their malevolent carnivorous incantation of crap. The Reichrabble of righteous, ramroding, rightwingers. Bushstain has somehow brought these people under his absolute control. There is not a dissenting voice among all of them. The evadence for what I am saying is because they always disagree with the reality presented in the Main Stream Media. How could they always disagree with reality unless they were under some sort of control?

The bloggers are out-of-control. It does not serve the interests of the people to have this cacaphonous crowd of crisis-inducing democracy crackheads tirelessly giving us their pajama clad opinions. We need to do something about these bloggers. I propose a sort of licensing process.

Fro instance my Internet Magazine (Screaming Memes.blogspot.com) is liscensed and given authority to speak my opinion by an official political entity called the Bureau of Assymetrical Democrisy. BAD works to insure the voices of the weak minorities and underrepresented are given power through the applacation of assymetrical systemi within the "Democractic" construct.

BAD has a subsidiary which has interests in the licensing of the Internet waves to insure that only accredated voices are heard. This organization is called the General Accredadation Service. The office of BADGAS issued my license to me (it just so happens) on the day after Bushitler restole the electoral process.

So my voice has the right to speak and be herd, and I have been granted legitamacy. The evil thing about the Blogs is that they are the illegitamate spawn of the slovenly slew of the slime-slinging swarm; the masses of mindless swinish scum,. The undesirables. The vermin. The Just Anybody.

We can not allow this.

Now, I want you to think about something. Even though it is we, the Intellagentsia who have ushered in the consept of Postmodernism, it has backfired on us. We declared the Reader to be the Author, and the Author to be the Reader. We believed that we would be able to undermine the underpinnings of the Capatalast Construct through the relentless deconstruction of the authority of text (ie Histroy ). But it has not worked out the way we thought it would.

Instead we find that we have empowered the rabble. They took us seriously and believed that, as Reader, they could be Author. And the evil tentacles of the American Online Systme has empowered them with the tool of the blogosphere.

Now, instead of sitting on the couch in their skivvies, scratching themselves, drinking beer and belching out curses at the Authority of the Anchormen, now they are giving there opinion. And what's more evil is, people are listening to them. They are distroying all that was "good" and "holy" about the world.

I'm going to propose something that's gonna sound a little crazy at first. (I know I know your thinking, "Comeon Meme,s, we would never think you we're crazy), but here it is anyway:

I say we need a return to the prePostmodern. We need to return to the Modernism Construct.

If you think about it the consept of Modernism wasn't so bad. Big monolithic syscrapers installed in the center of town to house the poor. Hierarchical bureaurcracies. Three-part forms. CBS/ABC/NBC. The American Library Association. The DMV.

What do all these things have in common? The answer is Authority.

There is a wisdom in Authority. Do you understand what I'm getting at? When their is Authority, then the ravenous rabble can't run ruffshod over the runes of civilazation.

Yes, I think we need to return to a Modernist Construct. I will be meeting with the Chief of the Intellagentsia first thing tomorrow morning to put register my porposed legaslation. I am enlisting you're hlep and suggestions. (Keep in mind, all suggestions will be run befroe a Board of Trussees befroe they are granted the right to be reviewed)

Also, please sign my petition (located in the comments section) if you support my idea.

Hansel and Gretl and George Bushstain

Something has occurred to me. What it is , I am not exactly clear about yet, and yet at the same time, in some ways it seems infinitely clear.

Here it is.
I 've have been thinking about 9/11. there has always been something strange about 9/11 if you ask me. The thing is, I was there almost. I was living in the Village at the time, and I was out for my morning walk. I always like to start my day by venturing down to the business district by the WTC. I find nothing so inspiring as to watch all the little Goebbels, and Eichmans in their daily processional to the office so they can be there in time to drop the Zyklon B into the chamber and start the killing that is the Capatalist System. I love watching the looks of horror on their faces as they face the daily terror that is their lives. I love to watch them wallow in their psychological excrament, like a dog to their vomit they are. Discusting pigs.

Anwyas, so I was about 7 block from the WTC, straight up the street when I heard a jet come whooshing overhead vary loudly. I looked up just in time to see the awestriking aesthetic pinwheels of fire created by the jet pieercing the first TC buidling. It was an explosion writ large a kind of simulacrum of fire. I found myself so surrounded by the trappings of the Capatalist mindset and it's pseudo-real frame of referance, being mired in it's very presence, that I couldn't bring myself to except the reality of what I was seeing.

Surely, the trade center it slef was just a big screen TV upon which I was watching the simulated "Apocalyse brought to you by Microsoft."

But, slowly it dawned on me as I stood there looking into the gaping maw of the 82nd floor of the first building that I had truly just witnessed a jet crash . And I understood that there were really people up there dying, and not just figuratively for once. This time, they were truly dying.

I could sense that there was something not quite afoot here. Jets don't just fly throught the center of Manhattan at low altatude like that. I stood there drinking my Starbucks cooffee and wondering aloud to myslef. "What is wrong with me? There is something afoot here, and I can't figure it out?"

Just then I herd another roaring whooshing like the sound of a billion lions roaring at the same time, and another exploosion of pinwheels and coloredlights and fire billowing. it all seemed to happen in slow motion, like an instant replay on the National Nazi Nightmare SuperBowl Nuremburg Rally. Cue John Madden, "Yes Dan, watch here as the tight end pierce the defenses and penetrates the back end of the defense in a virtual rape strategy of the Capatalast construct. Yeah, the hole country just got gangbanged."

"Thanks John."

It was at this point that I, Memes, passed out in a puddle of my own urine.
But from where I sit now, I can see the truth. Then I saw through a glass darkly, now my doors of perception have been cleasned and I see the conspiracy as it is ... Infanate.

All you, one, needs to do is look at the events of the years which have come since the 9/11 tragedy. Littered upon the landscape are the unmistakable breadcrumbs of the Bushstain Milatary Industrial complex, leading us like a trail right back to the wolf's house posed as our Grandmother. Consider the evadence:

Diebold, Richard Perle, Halleburton, Dick Cheney, Enron, Preston Bush's Nazi connetctions, the Skull and Bones, Oil, Wall Street, Bunker-busting Nuclear weapons, Joseph Lieberman, the whole nefarious shadow banking system, the JFK assassanation, the oppression of voices like Ben Affleck and Sean Penn, the Iraqi invasion of the first day of Spring (pagan halleday of the masons) , the feudal system of hire taxes for the poor, the company store of Nike/McDonalds/Coca-Cola, William Kristol, Britney Spears, Abu Ghraib, the destruction of Dan Rather's reputation, Donald Rumsfeld, no WMD, depleted uranium, unguarded museum of antiquities, Guantanamo Bay, AIPAC, the "bloggers",

each one of these another breadcrumb leading down the path to the rabbit hole, which leads to the truth which has hit me in the face, with all the lucidity of the proverbial "ton of bricks":
I know now, what the truth is. I know the truth now. I know it, and no one could take it away from me, because once you know, you just know. I have awakened from the deep dormancy created. I've got it on good authority

9/11 WAS AN INSIDE JOB!!!

There it is. The truth in all it's technicolor glory. The Capatalast System (and you know who I'm talking about) conspired to bring about bring about 9/11 so that they could COMMODIFY THE ENTIRE WORLD.

George Bushstain and his evil group of shadowy brooding vipers have craftily stolen the entire world right out from under our noses.

There is no getting around this truth. It is our hypperreality.

The Trains

Preface: In order fro you to know just how herrowing and terrorizing the events herein described have been to me, it is fisrt nessessary to know that I, Memes, is half-neocon, I mean Jewish. Little slip there. I'm just in the habit. Anyway, that's right I, Memes is half-neocon on my father's side. This makes me not an official ne Jew, because the lineage in the jewish tradition is matrilingual therefroe, I am not considered a real neocon. I hope I am making myslef clear hear.


Anyways, so I ventured out today for the frist time in days. The streets are still crowded with soldiars. I had to make a crossing over to the Reichland (used to be called Queens) in order to meet with some nebulous forces who shall remain nameless. Now, understand, I, Memes, is not used to having to take publice transportation. I use my car, or, if I don't feel like driving, I order a car. When I go to the hamptons to pick up my stipend from my mother, then a limo comes for me. In my whole life, I have only taken public transpo twice, both times just for a hoot when I slumin with a particualrly slutty chick.

But, I can not use my car now, because of the check points. It takes to long. Hours at each check point can make a trip to the Reichland take 12 hours round trip and back. I would run out of gas, just sitting there in my stew.

For the same reason, taxi's and limos refuse to attempt passage. They stay in the Land of the People (what used to be called Manhattan) at all times. This leaves just the subway trains.

So, I'm frightened enough just to think that I will have to spend time with the rabble who ride the subway. And I was very tired because I couldn't get too sleep til 4:00 in the morning because of my anxiety over the impending trip to the Reichland. When I finally fell asleep it was so late that I woke up just in time to run out the door.

When I got too the staiotion and got herded undergroun, lines were alreadt almost impenetrable. Imagine thousands apon thousands of cows all mooing and chewing their cud, and passing their gas, and you will get a picture of just despicalbe the human rabble is at the station.

When I finally got too the front of the line, The secret policeo of jesusland demanded to see my Id and asked mme where I was going and why. I told them it was "none of your business Herr Gestapomeister." He didn't take to kindly to that and he backhanded me with his rifle. I fell to the floor screaming. He ordered me to my feet and said "Go loser. Go ahead. And don't froget to take a shower ..."

I got on the subway train with those words ringing in my ears. A shower? What could he have meant by that? Where was this train taking me? Would I die hear among the masses? Was I speeding to my doom at some new Auschwitz they may have built up in Albany?

The memories of my ancestral relations were crying to me from within my head. "Don't get on the train. Don't get on the train. Whatever, you do , don't get on that damned train." But, I had to get to Reichland. What was I to do? After all, I can not be sure if I am just being Paranoid! I don't know what to think.

when the door opened in Reichland and I was ordered to get off the train, I wondered if the Scecret Police would be there to excort the whole lot of us, but they weren't .

It was as if the whole sky had prated and shone down all of natures' rays on just one of my eyeball all at once, when I came above ground and realized that I had evaded the cluthes of the jesusland regime once again. But, it is an ominus reminder of how the jaws of death are circling and slowly closing on us. There is NO WAY OUT.

The Great Consoladation

George Bushes Great Consoladation (as it is being called) has not stopped with the government and the media, but has continued on as the milatary troops have begun to storm the coporations of America. In this way we can see that Bushitler thirst for power knows no limits and is really just another expression of his alcolholism.

Niether should it come as a suprise that the Chimp would want to want to occupy the corporations of America. We have known for a long time of his lust for coparate power. He is a true coprophiliac. He has run many corporations into the ground. His desire to just milatarily blitzkrieg a corporation is the only way he could ever run a company again. He is like a child playing. I picture the Chimp sitting in a CEO's chair, picking up the phone and barking orders at the dial tone, while the puppeteers behind the curtain run jesusland.

The Flowers of Romance

I must admit. Their's an excitement about being underground and their's a certain headiness to the impingement of Fascism upon the peoples. The palpable fear brings out a kind of "WTF have I got to lose-ness" in the proletariat. You can see the looks on the faces of the women, as they throw all caution to the wind. Wearing plunging necklines in the middle of winter, revealing skin flushed with the vigor of perpetual agitation and excitement.

Furtive meetings are the order of the day. In bars and alleyways, doorways, and taxi cabs. The wind carries with it, an aural declamation of lust. This is a romantic time, when men are men , and women are women.

The streets are still barricaded. The milatary is out in froce. Occasionally you meet the odd soldiar upon whoms face seems suspended the look of doubt, the look of "what am I doing? what is happening to the good ole US of A."

The answer of course, is that it has been invaded and occupied by the forces of jesusland.

Horaitio, Ngude and I get together and sparrk up a few fatties and watch the government controlled CBS (complete bullshit) for kicks. We laugh at it like children, so hard that tears stream down our faces.

Fro instance, last night the three-star general Anchorman said the following,

"In the streets of the major cities, clam has returned. A joyful look abounds of the faces of the contented people of jesusland."

Outside our window meanwhile, their was a tank staring down a group of students throwing molotov cocktails. We watched as gunfrie erupted and the students scattered like rodents. The tank covered in burning gasoline was our fascist lamp against night's darkenss.

So, you can see that our Anchorman's proclamation was somewhat inaccuarate. What kind of country is it that froces it's citizens to be the "contented people of jesusland" by pointing tank turrets at them?

There is a certain camp to fascism, an antiquated, yet quaint buffoonery. Somewhat charming in it's naiive insistence upon "conservative values" enforced through malignant violence.

Fro all that their is to hate about jesusland, I must admit, our current situation has it's pleasures, and I find the soldiers uniforms to be quite beautiful in a sadomasochist and monolith sort of way.

Like I said, these are heady times. We must be prepared for anarchy.

Dispatch From The Front - CBS Is Occupied

No news yet about Eason Jordan's (CEO - CNN) revelation that the American milatary has assassanated journalists. The unreality that is perpetuated by the mainstream media is dissonant with the reality which exists in our vary streets.

The milatary is out in force as Bushitler puts the finishing touches on his consoladation of power. Jets patrol the skies buzzing the tombstone skyscrapers. The whooshing swirling sound they make frightens me. Everyone looks unsettled as they go about their daily routine. The anxiety is expressed in suttle ways, such as many men have gone without shaving. Women's hairs are unkempt and makeup askew.

UPDATE: News of Eason Jordan's declaration will not be frothcoming. There was an attack on the CBS building this morning. Troops invaded and are currently occupying the media center. The netwrok anchorman was forcably removed from the air, midreport. He was replaced by an aged Three-Star General intoning repeatedly that everybody remain calm. These demands for clamness are alternated with round-the-clock sprots (football mostly) and Britney Spears videos. All other television stations have mysteriously disappeared from the cable box.

Their is a dissadent station broadcasting from Canada. Reception is poor in quality, but I recognize some of the people on the station from meetings of the movement a few years back. Incongruously to the urgings on the official govermint CBS (complete bullshit) the dissadent station urges not clam but a violent rising-up of the poeples'. Alternated with this message they're playing Rage Against the Machine and hip-hop videos, and film of people having their heads severed in the streets.

Calls for anarchy abound. Anarchy is the flower of justice. When perpatrated with extreme veangence, anarchy will launch a fragrant bloom.

I Know Who You Are

To all of you who are watching me (you know who you are, all of you coming to this web site and reading my files and dispatches) I just want to let you know,

I AM WATCHING YOU TO.

You got that? Your not going to get away with this evasion of my privacie.

So, I'm am iinstituting a new policy. From now, on, every body who comes to read my web magazine has to sign in on the guestbook (located in the "commentors" section). If you do not sing in, you will be sorry.

Targeted Assassanation

I have fel t for a long time that I was the victim of being targeted by the goverment. I have felt the slow hands of nebulous forces (black ops?) of the jesusland Milatary closing in around me, whispering quietly and touching me surprisingly as if on the shoulder .

I walk down the street at night, and I hear someone behind me, but when I turn there are only a couple holding hands. This is not what I felt I would come to know. I know what is happening. They can't hide form me. I KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!

Dispatch From The Front -The Partition - Front 242

They.ve (the goverment has) partioned the city into five distinkt boroughs. (I won't say which city it is that I live in, because I am underground). They have given names to the boroughs. Their's the Land of the People, the Black Land, Riechland, the West Bank, and the Giza Stripmallland.

They've set up checkpoints all over the city. They do strip searches and background checks for passage.

No mention on the major news outlets of yesterday news that Eason Jordan CEO - CNN News) has revealed the goverment has been murdering journalists and UNPERSONING them.

There's seems to be a total lockdown on reality on the mainstream news. We must rely on word of mouth (WOM).

These are frightening events which are shaping us. I feel all twisted up into pretzels. I am a pretzel within a pretzel, spinning like a mandala of anxiety. I don't have time to go into it now. I have to make a crossing over to the Lower Blacklands so I can see my shrink.

I expect it to take hours.

Eason Jordan Drops Every Shoe In His Walkin Closet - All Right On the Head Of the Bushitler Regime

Eason Jordan the Cheif News director over at CNN says that Jounralists have been targeted by the Armed Forces of the United States of jesusland:

At a discussion moderated by David R. Gergen, the Director for Public Leadership, John F. Kennedy School of Government, Harvard University, the concept of truth, fairness, and balance in the news was weighed against corporate profit interest, the need for ratings, and how the media can affect democracy.

During one of the discussions about the number of journalists killed in the Iraq War, Eason Jordan asserted that he knew of 12 journalists who had not only been killed by US troops in Iraq, but they had in fact been targeted. He repeated the assertion a few times ...

... if what he said was true, it would make Abu Ghraib look like a walk in the park ...

... his initial statements were backed by other members of the audience (one in particular who represented a worldwide journalist group). The ensuing debate was (for lack of better words) a real “sh—storm”. What intensified the problem was the fact that the session was a public forum being taped on camera, in front of an international crowd. The other looming shadow on what was going on was the presence of a U.S. Congressman and a U.S. Senator in the middle of some very serious accusations about the U.S. military.

Bushitler has been trying despirately to hide this from the Congress. But now the looming shadow is out of the bag. And he was caught on videotape too.

Bush is dire straights. We can expect impeachment at the vary least. More probably he will be brought on charges for exercising his human rights on people. In any event, we will probably see a milatary coo.

Our country is in fro some interesting times ahead. Chaos will insue in the streets of Washington, there will be murders and clandestine deals going down on the street corners, and a general anomie and disengagement amongst the masses. People will cease to work because they feel disaffected. They will swill alcohol in great quantities in order to froget the terrible abuses being heaped upoon them by their maraudering goverment. Our capital will become the murder capital of the world.

Let's all thank Eason Jordan fro his bravery in standing up to our monstrous goverment.

This is it, the end we have been hoping and praying fro. Eason Jordan has brought it to us on a silver platter. Bush the Chimperor is done.

The momentum of our movement is recharged. I'm sure in these frightening times ahead our movement will be manafested in large masses in the streets of our fair cities.

I am going underground again. I will resume filing dispatches from the front as of tomorrow. I know that Bushitler will not stand for the consequences of his actions. He killed 12 journalist already (the only reason he hasn't killed hundreds is because journalists are particularly hard people to kill, they move around alot), how many of us would he kill if he could get his hands on us? It is a chilling question to podner.

The Democratic Hallicaust in Iraq

This whole electroal process and the staged suicide bombings and the photo ops of the women with the burkas voting for the first time (as if), is all such a sham

We are trying to force freedom down the throats of the Iraqi people, but they're having none of it. Their nobel tribal customologies instruct them in the tradition of submission and that's the way they want it. If we don't allow them to be submissive they will KILL US ALL.

The real truth behind the "astoundingly high turnout" and the "courgage" is that the Iraqi people we're forced to vote at gunpoint. In many of the photos of election you can see the imagery at the seems of the photograph that there were soldiers with guns standing at the polling places.

The dark lord who is behind all the machineations of the Iraq "war" is Halliburton.

The Iraqi election was the Hallicaust purportrated upon the Iraqi people. We saw them lined up and herded in to camps, forced to divulge their identitys, guided into "voting booths", ordered to dip their fingers into a mystreious purple subtsance of unknown origins.

Many of the Iraqi people have been niether seen nor heard from again. The speculation is that if they refused to vote because they are submissive, then they "disappeared".

It will be years befroe we know what has really happened. Before we know the magnitude of the evil with which we are dealing with. When the sheet is lifted off the body. When the population has been counted, and we will project possible population verses real population, give or take a million (with Genetically Modafied food's and their long term effects factored in, oh yes, and did I froget to mention second-hand smoke) then we will be able to know the horror.

Until then we can only wait with baited breath.