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21 March 2011

also illegal to send the violence up the hierarchy

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But we understand.
Police say a San Antonio Taco Bell customer enraged that the seven burritos he ordered had gone up in price fired an air gun at an employee and later fired an assault rifle at officers before barricading himself into a hotel room.

San Antonio police Sgt. Chris Benavides says officers used tear gas Sunday night to force the man from the hotel room after a three-hour standoff. The man is charged with three counts of attempted capital murder. Authorities have not released his name.

Brian Tillerson, a manager at the Taco Bell/KFC restaurant, told the San Antonio Express-News that the man was angry the Beefy Crunch Burrito had gone from 99 cents to $1.49 each.

Police say the man fired on officers during a traffic stop after the restaurant incident.
Now, don't we?

Down's fine, evidently, but up is not tolerated....

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My neighobr, Derrick Jensen explains:
  • Premise One: Civilization is not and can never be sustainable. This is especially true for industrial civilization.

  • Premise Two: Traditional communities do not often voluntarily give up or sell the resources on which their communities are based until their communities have been destroyed. They also do not willingly allow their landbases to be damaged so that other resources — gold, oil, and so on — can be extracted. It follows that those who want the resources will do what they can to destroy traditional communities.

  • Premise Three: Our way of living — industrial civilization — is based on, requires, and would collapse very quickly without persistent and widespread violence.

  • Premise Four: Civilization is based on a clearly defined and widely accepted yet often unarticulated hierarchy. Violence done by those higher on the hierarchy to those lower is nearly always invisible, that is, unnoticed. When it is noticed, it is fully rationalized. Violence done by those lower on the hierarchy to those higher is unthinkable, and when it does occur is regarded with shock, horror, and the fetishization of the victims.

  • Premise Five: The property of those higher on the hierarchy is more valuable than the lives of those below. It is acceptable for those above to increase the amount of property they control — in everyday language, to make money — by destroying or taking the lives of those below. This is called production. If those below damage the property of those above, those above may kill or otherwise destroy the lives of those below. This is called justice.

  • Premise Six: Civilization is not redeemable. This culture will not undergo any sort of voluntary transformation to a sane and sustainable way of living. If we do not put a halt to it, civilization will continue to immiserate the vast majority of humans and to degrade the planet until it (civilization, and probably the planet) collapses. The effects of this degradation will continue to harm humans and nonhumans for a very long time.

  • Premise Seven: The longer we wait for civilization to crash — or the longer we wait before we ourselves bring it down — the messier will be the crash, and the worse things will be for those humans and nonhumans who live during it, and for those who come after.

  • Premise Eight: The needs of the natural world are more important than the needs of the economic system.

  • Another way to put premise Eight: Any economic or social system that does not benefit the natural communities on which it is based is unsustainable, immoral, and stupid. Sustainability, morality, and intelligence (as well as justice) requires the dismantling of any such economic or social system, or at the very least disallowing it from damaging your landbase.

  • Premise Nine: Although there will clearly some day be far fewer humans than there are at present, there are many ways this reduction in population could occur (or be achieved, depending on the passivity or activity with which we choose to approach this transformation). Some of these ways would be characterized by extreme violence and privation: nuclear armageddon, for example, would reduce both population and consumption, yet do so horrifically; the same would be true for a continuation of overshoot, followed by crash. Other ways could be characterized by less violence. Given the current levels of violence by this culture against both humans and the natural world, however, it’s not possible to speak of reductions in population and consumption that do not involve violence and privation, not because the reductions themselves would necessarily involve violence, but because violence and privation have become the default. Yet some ways of reducing population and consumption, while still violent, would consist of decreasing the current levels of violence required, and caused by, the (often forced) movement of resources from the poor to the rich, and would of course be marked by a reduction in current violence against the natural world. Personally and collectively we may be able to both reduce the amount and soften the character of violence that occurs during this ongoing and perhaps longterm shift. Or we may not. But this much is certain: if we do not approach it actively — if we do not talk about our predicament and what we are going to do about it — the violence will almost undoubtedly be far more severe, the privation more extreme.

  • Premise Ten: The culture as a whole and most of its members are insane. The culture is driven by a death urge, an urge to destroy life.

  • Premise Eleven: From the beginning, this culture — civilization — has been a culture of occupation.

  • Premise Twelve: There are no rich people in the world, and there are no poor people. There are just people. The rich may have lots of pieces of green paper that many pretend are worth something — or their presumed riches may be even more abstract: numbers on hard drives at banks — and the poor may not. These “rich” claim they own land, and the “poor” are often denied the right to make that same claim. A primary purpose of the police is to enforce the delusions of those with lots of pieces of green paper. Those without the green papers generally buy into these delusions almost as quickly and completely as those with. These delusions carry with them extreme consequences in the real world.

  • Premise Thirteen: Those in power rule by force, and the sooner we break ourselves of illusions to the contrary, the sooner we can at least begin to make reasonable decisions about whether, when, and how we are going to resist.

  • Premise Fourteen: From birth on — and probably from conception, but I’m not sure how I’d make the case — we are individually and collectively enculturated to hate life, hate the natural world, hate the wild, hate wild animals, hate women, hate children, hate our bodies, hate and fear our emotions, hate ourselves. If we did not hate the world, we could not allow it to be destroyed before our eyes. If we did not hate ourselves, we could not allow our homes — and our bodies — to be poisoned.

  • Premise Fifteen: Love does not imply pacifism.

  • Premise Sixteen: The material world is primary. This does not mean that the spirit does not exist, nor that the material world is all there is. It means that spirit mixes with flesh. It means also that real world actions have real world consequences. It means we cannot rely on Jesus, Santa Claus, the Great Mother, or even the Easter Bunny to get us out of this mess. It means this mess really is a mess, and not just the movement of God’s eyebrows. It means we have to face this mess ourselves. It means that for the time we are here on Earth — whether or not we end up somewhere else after we die, and whether we are condemned or privileged to live here — the Earth is the point. It is primary. It is our home. It is everything. It is silly to think or act or be as though this world is not real and primary. It is silly and pathetic to not live our lives as though our lives are real.

  • Premise Seventeen: It is a mistake (or more likely, denial) to base our decisions on whether actions arising from these will or won’t frighten fence-sitters, or the mass of Americans.

  • Premise Eighteen: Our current sense of self is no more sustainable than our current use of energy or technology.

  • Premise Nineteen: The culture’s problem lies above all in the belief that controlling and abusing the natural world is justifiable.

  • Premise Twenty: Within this culture, economics — not community well-being, not morals, not ethics, not justice, not life itself — drives social decisions.

  • Modification of Premise Twenty: Social decisions are determined primarily (and often exclusively) on the basis of whether these decisions will increase the monetary fortunes of the decision-makers and those they serve.

  • Re-modification of Premise Twenty: Social decisions are determined primarily (and often exclusively) on the basis of whether these decisions will increase the power of the decision-makers and those they serve.

  • Re-modification of Premise Twenty: Social decisions are founded primarily (and often exclusively) on the almost entirely unexamined belief that the decision-makers and those they serve are entitled to magnify their power and/or financial fortunes at the expense of those below.

  • Re-modification of Premise Twenty: If you dig to the heart of it — if there were any heart left — you would find that social decisions are determined primarily on the basis of how well these decisions serve the ends of controlling or destroying wild nature.
  • I really wish I could smoke him out of his bunker—I could use the company—but he's not budging.

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    love, 99
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    09 March 2011

    relief

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    I have taken all kine NSAIDS and dug around, which weirdly doesn't hurt at all, but bleeds, and swooshed with hydrogen peroxide and swooshed with warm salt water and hung myself and jumped out the window and jumped into the raging sea... all to no avail.

    Then I remembered the Dilaudid left from my surgery... maybe too soon after resorting to a chill pill... and so... the pain is gone. But I might not keep breathing through the night... so says PubMed, anyway, and they're wusses.

    C'est la vie, type of thing. I knew a woman who killed herself accidentally while trying to get her pain down well enough to sleep. Her ticker wasn't strong enough for the pain meds. I don't think I'm following her example, but, well, I think I've isolated the offending tooth. Even though a bunch of other ones and my cheek and tongue are all chiming in that they are the problem—that redundancy of nerves I have in there, of course—so, even after having the distinct impression that I'd fixed the problem yesterday and this was almost all better, suddenly, as everything was closing, this came back on like a ten alarm fire and I have been in way worse pain than even the awful pain yesterday. So if I've killed myself, it will probably be more merciful than the County dental clinic, where I will be found if still breathing in the morning. I can tell you that at this moment I feel darn peaceful and there's only a distant ache in my right cheek right now.

    If only we had video of me earlier this evening. You would be much relieved I eventually remembered the Dilaudid pills. You will even believe it the best possible solution if I screwed up and didn't wake up. Phil, bless his heart, appears to have left me some mystical advice on pain management in yogis. I'm unsure because I was rendered unable to read at the time it came in, and am shortly to be too woozy to read, but maybe I can study it for the future after someone's bashed this sucker with a hammer or whatever they do around here to sobbing freaks with their hair standing on end.

    If this hasn't made any sense, it's the drugs, man. Most of them don't work on me right. Can't take most pain meds because they make me wired and don't touch the pain, but things with some vestigial molecules of actual opiates work fine, thank heaven. Oh, shit, where's that other Bukowski quote?

    Misogynist old fuck had some great points on just about everything except women.
    We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
    ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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    love, 99
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    12 November 2010

    05 October 2010

    the impediment to wisdom?

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    Since coming across this image last night, I have been pondering what would possess someone to bring it into the world. First thing I thought of was the set of all scrawny men who are hot for the vastness of pulchritude, but there's that little open book back off there in the distance, behind the mounded flesh on a platter. So I'm thinking, being as how it is today and Sam and I are wondering what to do about the specter of the masses not critically thinking because they were not taught how to do it as children, maybe it's saying something better.

    I'm still reeling from the information read onto that podcast, the printed authorities for terms like new world order and The Trivium and dumbing down.... I mean, it has been apparent forever that masses of humans are not bright, but I've managed to run across many, many people I can tell are very smart indeed and yet, and yet, they continually shock me by settling into covertly self-interested advocacy when it is plain as day that is genocidally greedy... which IS also suicidally greedy... and just plain dumb. You hear me wailing about bad faith actors all the time. I keep seeing that the only way society in any form works is when it is peopled with good faith actors. I've been at it for years and it always boils down to this, and I can't find any of those anymore, even among those who occasionally give a good imitation of good faith. This platter of luscious pulchritude stands between them and good faith action, between them and using their heads for something beside hat racks. There were goddam books written about it I never heard of before! It's a plan! This was planned.

    It was planned by people whose critical thinking did not arc toward enlightenment. THAT appalls me probably the most. They resented human stupidity so much it made them callous, nihilistic, sociopathic... and stop-you-in-your-tracks narcissistic.

    I guess, put like this, with that lovely creature separating man from enlightenment, the contemplation of it can only be seen as good, though it took me a good twelve hours and fitful dreams to get over my revulsion enough to see the beauty in putting out such a crass depiction.

    Note the scrawny guy is a hick. Note he's using his head for a hat rack.

    Torpid and fat sexuality is served to him on a platter, blinding him to the goal.

    This is an image of his enslavement, the way he has been tricked into thinking he's free.

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    love, 99
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    13 August 2010

    11 July 2008

    radioactive idaho

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    They decided to stop hassling with the survivalists....

    11 May 2008

    okay, i'm not braggin': i'm freakin'


    I have, or once had anyway, a ridiculously high IQ. I have always tended toward the Einsteinian in as much as I'm usually good for really hard mental problems, but virtually useless in things as crucial as, say, remembering that I'm on my way to Point B after leaving Point A. I cannot tell you how many times in my life I have gotten up from my desk in something like a rush but not remembered I was on my way to the bathroom until I'd given up my mission and sat back down at my desk. My secretary was mortified by it. I got so I would announce my intention to pee so that I could hear myself and follow through. Her stock reply became, "I'll alert the media." That particular problem seems to have morphed into me just plain not even getting the impulse to make that trip till I have to pee worse than I have to go on living.

    So. We have established that I have a lifelong tendency toward absentmindedness. Right?

    It's gotten so much worse over the last ten years that it is outright horrifying to me, and for the last three of those ten, the lights have been dimming right along with the pouring my coffee water into the filter holder that is sitting in the sink, NOT in anything designed to contain the result. I just now topped myself by boiling my cowboy coffee dry TWICE in a row. My house is filled with coffee smoke, and I'm poring over the phone book, looking for a Control Freak to hire. I need a goddam manager! A do-it-all who needs a know-it-all. A WIFE!.

    I'm all stoked about all these things that were lacking in my bloodstream now entering it steadily, but I don't think my brain has really picked up on it yet. I was actually what anybody would call "alert" on Friday... but... well... TWICE IN A ROW!

    That's just flat out appalling. If I suddenly disappear from the tubes, you'll know I finally burned my house down.

    [Fill in your own long string of favorite epithets here.]