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No More Genocide, No Mo’ Gestapo

The only way to end genocide anywhere is for the people to end it here in the imperial core, first, now. The genocidal armies here at home must be stopped. They include a fascist, racist carceral system made up in part by police, prisons, and property owners. To many ethical thinkers, the best and final act anyone can commit is against the equipment or apparatus of the oppressing carceral system.

You do not want fascism; it mustn’t grow. This ruthless weed is best nipped while at bud. Formerly, features of the fascism vine may have had the aseptic waxen veneer of that totalizing corporate profanation of the aesthetics of wellness and vitality. Leaves left long enough wilt into foetid piles, the weed’s dungy poison truth. Grasp it at its root and extract it at once. There may be much fibrous network for even but a single leaf; getting it all out will be a chore. This is by definition an upheaval; with dynamic systems in play doesn’t need be upsetting.

The formation of new alternative systems for solving social problems is key to the struggles surrounding antifascist work. These structures for radical community care and regulation put the resources and skills to employ them in the hands of those directly affected by social problems. What is an appropriate resource or strategy is self-determined on the front line, and supply and support respond in an agile way from among the crowd which is perhaps bounded by some rear lines. These are radical structures because they break down and distribute power without mediation by either violence, finance, or other coercive forces. They are done as a matter of achieving dignified co-existence with our siblings in the human organism.

Corporations would prefer to dominate provision for our corporal and material needs. Violently, financially, and psychosexually. Moreover they seek rents for this provision, and the ultimate form of rent seeking is charging for consumption of oxygen and water down to the molecule so the poor can only afford to die. Rent seeking for use of the hospitals, the pharmacies, the housing supply, other basic public health measures raises the price of life for workers while police, militia, crime organizations and paramilitaries enforce the toll on the lower classes. This is their vision for the full blown weed. The only way to kill it is to be prepared to give up everything it supplies for us–and so we prepare to supply ourselves with all we need.

Why does a society choose fascism? Is it some particular mixture of scared and humiliated? Certain and insecure? Who ever knows might write it in the clouds for us all to know and avoid. But without spending too much time diagnosing the pathology behind it, suffice to recognize it as pernicious and worth extra effort.

Let some others consider the manner and time for the murder of the Caesar; surely the corpse will also be burned and hidden according to the plans of yet some others. Here we prepare ourselves to fully consider the creation of new community structures, the replacements for those bygones whose time has passed. As passed is past.

We must feed each other.

We must speak to each other.

We must listen to each other.

We must care for each other, each as they need and as each is able.

We must care for our community, providing for common defense, wellbeing and beauty.

We must share the joy, sorrow and wisdom that is our only common truth.

These ends are a good set of goals to pursue in mutual aid of our fellows. Structures that seek these ends will be most likely to efficiently channel resources to meet need. That is because both the source and necessity are universal among human beings. Arranging ourselves to provide for ourselves unencumbered by any other social order is logically no less efficient than an indirect arrangement and seems intuitive, baked-in to the human condition.

Each of the areas described obliquely by the ends listed above is currently sick. This is not only a radical act of preparation for upheaval, it is also a radical act of healing. Creating these structures with our neighbors, siblings, and acquaintances addresses a symptom of a greater illness. It is detoxifying, re-sanctifying: Both a Banish and a Balm.

Once we have these channels created, the worst of our restraints have been removed. We are free to make serious blows to the beasts in the oppressive menagerie besieging us. Thud, down go the red-lining banks; thump, down falls the black snake, pipeline of a billion slick, tumorous deaths. With a groan, the entire legion of secret police – ICE and various bits of the armed DHS that we can call the American Gestapo – kicks up quite a bit of dust and thrashes on the floor. Boom! – arbitration clauses. BAM! – unlimited corporate political contributions. As each falls in turn, it becomes clearer that human kind is already standing up, finally up off its knees.

And in the meantime, there will be a moveable feast. Time for laughing and for dancing. The hurt will know wholeness, and the despised will find friendship once again. The bold and the beautiful will toil together as comrade or colleague, not competitors. It can happen here without spilling a drop of blood, without one innocent life lost. Every day under COVID we are reminded that the elites truly left us on our own. We have no one but each other, but many of us are finding that when we are together in solidarity we have more than we need.

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“Never Again” Needs Us All

The worker had woken up hungover, kinda had been up late using apps and alcohol. A thousand ways this story could have started. Was driving in against the after work traffic. Had a third shift gig at the detention center. Had heard there were protestors again. Since early morning, there had been about four dozens or so, a lot in yellow shirts, he heard. Most of them were still milling around, chanting whatever they had been paid to chant. The police department sent units … to remind those idiots to stay out of the street – and stay alive! The worker could have thought a million different versions of this. Felt any number of ways towards the mounting ire in the public’s demonstrations against anti-immigrant policies. All of it was stupid, over his pay grade, hopefully just goes away. Overnight crew started later in the night, so he was kind of hoping they’d be on to the next social justice march by the time he had to clock in.

But here it was. How things were working out. He got tense. Decided he was angry – not at his sense of helplessness, at libtards, hippies, bots. Who can say when this worker decided to adopt the perspective of the in-group, huddled in solidarity against the othered public. The in-group that protects itself … from threats. The others he apparently came to see as a threat to his group, and therefore himself.

How can I make this assumption? Draw this induction…? Well. This worker drove his truck into a group of elderly, children and clergy at the terminus of his journey that early evening.

When he rolled up the small length of block, they looked even more ragtag than the photos his buddies had texted earlier. Bunch of oldies, really, along with a few mousy women – Barrington moms, groan – a cluster of bearded hipsters in gray t-shirts.

They all needed to get real jobs or go back to nursing home, he thought as he pulled into the driveway.

It was pretty easy for him to look right through them. I cant see you do-goodniks. It was suddenly fairly easy to imagine that anyone stupid enough to get in the way of a giant, growling truck certainly had coming whatever they got from its fenders. It wouldn’t–couldn’t!–be his fault.

And there they all were, when a worker for a private prison, contracted to the federal government’s immigration paramilitary, made the decision to disregard the humanity of several fellow American citizens, to wield two tons of metal and rubber in a carelessly menacing, passive aggressive display of disloyal incivility. When he decided to break an old man’s leg. Injure several others. So he could claim it was just to get to work on time.

The organizational culture in the private prison facility is one tool he and other workers have to help blunt that doubt. The steady diet of party propaganda is another, terrifying him while they goad his need for easy answers, consumable bromides designed to soothe away the stinging sense of injustice, inequality, unfairness, exploitation, alienation … the list goes on, but the cure is simple. I cannot, as a disciple of the teachings of Yeshuas of Nazareth, blame the man for his ideas. He was prey to them, the same as the next mind it’s own pernicious comforts. But his actions; I can demand more from the Good German.

Never Again needs us all. We can stand together and out our bodies on the line. Will we? Will you?

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Horror & Privation: in critique of Corporate-Captured Late Capitalism

Huddled masses of children sleeping on concrete pads under crinkled foil; chainlink cages teeming with unshaven, foetid men speaking a half dozen languages from as many different countries of origin; and poor, working Americans footing the bill for the operation. Tired of looking yet? Of caring?

This is a near complete inversion of the words engraved on our Lady Liberty. Their profanation; their defilement. It is the product of policy at US federal agencies. It is paid for with money that everyone earns, representing value that everyone creates, together.

This involves not just money – again, money that we all put together, partly as a cooperation-pump fund that maintains the various associations we envision and enjoy under shared society and partly as a just-in-case fund that can help rectify any jackpots in the social and natural lotteries. Money, yes, but this case also involves transforming that money into profits for a few.

The situation refered to above is the result of policies. The policies are realized by people, many of them workers of all stripes, yes, but also investors, intermediaries and other business people. This class of people have taken an interest in receiving or directing monies – legally mandated expenditures from the public’s purse – entailed by the policy. But are these interested parties looking after what outcomes, guided by what virtue?

Evidence abounds sufficient to answer that query. A system that were focused on meeting asylum claims would, on inspection, offer a clear, consistent path to asylum, make it accessible at a scale adequate to the sheer volumes of humanity seeking relief, and expedite the careful process of growing the country amid the dual specters of declining birth rates and ballooning elderly populations. What we have describes rather something else, a system for obtaining profits, and quite a counterpoint description of one at that. The term “at all costs” can easily be ascribed to the case at hand. Every bed that is filled is a billable expense; fewer asylum claims processed means more desperate people filling detention center beds. Of course there is markup for providing the beds and the service of them – this is the rent. Rentseekers follow. An asylum policy that results in less asylum, or indeed an immigration system that results in less net immigration, obviously runs counter to a goal of growing numbers from without. And this seems, based in the public statements of everyone involved, to be by design. (Indeed the architects of the current set of policies are not shy about their fear of “replacement” which you can research on your own time. Wear a tinfoil hat for full effect.)

Of course any policy has to do with the exec leadership. However, recall an axiom of public policy: No policy, no funds. For all their bluster of hating government at any size, this administration is putting the US government in charge of youth detention centers kiddie concentration camps kindergulags. And Of Course this begets its corollary: No profiteers, no profits. So we have a circle described before us.

Capitalism is not wrong. The system and its parameters are fairly clear and nothing about them or their operation necessarily describes an engine of exploitation. But the capture of a globalized patchwork of trade and finance regimes by corporate entities via their political vassals in the halls of power that used to be nation-states; this does not seem on its face very much resembling capitalism. It most definitely engenders outcomes many tend to term not right.

Whatever the eff it is, the “rules” that “govern” this system are as arcane as they are mutable. And the whole thing relies in part on manipulation of capital costs, including and most importantly labor, requiring displacement of populations, artificial borders and border disputes, et cetera. Collusion is not capitalism. Nope. Zero. False.

And currently an externality of this system are kids in cages. Baby jails. Children too young to speak separated from their parents with no provocation, and lost – literally misplaced, their names and origins unknown – by a system with nothing for them but horror and privation.

Really, why can’t this be the wake-up call already? Capitalism came and went. It was great for many and very, very great for a very, very few who got ambitious about what might be possible for their children, godchildren and mistresses. We have flirted with some change in different areas around the world, and it seems to help matters for a lot of normal people without harming the ultra rich much if at all. It is time to explore the possibility that:

i. Capitalism is a wonderful system for distributing production output, and also tends to increase surplus

ii. Surplus tends to accrue, and this accrual tends to result in unequal distribution of inputs

iii. Inequality tends to beget inequality

iv. Social solutions tend to redress inequality

Therefore, Social solutions may be now necessary and prudent and in fact the only option.

Phew. Just saying, everyone around here hating a player instead of hating the game and letting the disgust flow in a productive direction.

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Ostara, Ashtana, Ishtar: Beloved Light in Our Darkness

It is really sweet, thinking of the three joyous leaps by which tradition exhorts us to greet the sunrise tomorrow morning. It is telling that said leaps are to be followed by abandoned dancing. Ecstatic dance. Renewal. Hope. Fertility. Femininity. Top of the Divine Cycle, just after Death, Dissolution.

Our thankless, forgotten forebears knew how to praise and be thankful! Let us be grateful to these Priestesses. Let us remember the teachers, healers, leaders, all of whom patriarchs work hard to keep erased, obscured, co-opted.

Ishtar with Bull, Fish, Tortoise and Bird

Ishtar with Bull, Fish, Tortoise and Bird

Now a little tour of where we are today, and how we might still make a glorious case for dancing.

When the cult of Adam and Rome coopted the young Christian philosophy from the East, it seems to have done so to gain hold over an insurgent political force and thereby protect its dominance of existing markets. The new religion, with its focus on the links between personal, meditative faith and a living, transcendental community, was a very effective technology for either empowering – or enthralling – adherents. It roots were in a Judaic text, but the canopy was a bright and novel thing, lived rather than read. Rites were enthusiastic, and most sects (not all) focused on preserving and growing the community; this often involved reciprocity, equality and sustainability. Highly feminine values.

Rome removed most of the femininity from the stories and parked its version of the faith in a strictly patriarchal, White supremacist framing. No small feat, their project took the better part of 300 years. Gone was the nourishing body of Christ, literally suckling the human adherents of a dual-tenet faith. Here is a cadaver bleeding to death from torture. Also seeking to control the lately feminine religions of the North, Rome then mapped these newly sanitized stories onto the old ways, replacing the womb of Ostara with the fleece of Apollo, transforming her altar into a donation box, and renaming her Jeebus The King – and that was just the first bastardisation.

But oh, candy eggs and chocolate bunnies and the gory march of human cruelty and divine forgiveness that is the Passion. There’s still a likeable vestige or two.

As the modern bastardisation of these annual rites continues to mould the ancient festival day into ever-newer corruptions, I argue there is still much to find remarkable. We just have to look past the taffeta and celluloid. To thank our long, winding shoot of forebears for connecting us to the tree of life, and to feel them thank us for continuing forward despite the absurdity. To behold a bunny in the yard at first light. To read in Isaiah, who curtly, lengthily foretold the corporeal births of YHVH among humanity, a mixture of spirit with flesh that would signal first a chance for peace in our realm and then for justice; to encounter this phrase at verse 12 of Chapter 65, admonishing those who exercised their free will but “chose that wherein I delighted not” … to read this and to consider what the “delights” of the spirit are.

When is my spirit delighted? I ask now. I have a wave of things; many waves in fact. Perhaps too much I consider delightful to my spirit. Let me ask now, what does NOT delight my spirit? What smothers my spirit?

Does your spirit delight in observing misery? Walking right past it? Insisting there is nothing you should or could do?

Does your spirit delight in creating a little misery for another? To take more than you offer? To simply take?

Does your spirit delight in removing the humanity from another of our number, based on their color, their smell, or what you might have heard about the beliefs they hold or where they were born?

But these are so dramatic; then let’s ask ourselves if our spirit delights when we spread anger at the grocery store, sloth in our dens, or moral indifference in our public forums. Does it ever last, these ephemeral feelings we hope approximate the delights we know are out there for us?

My spirit is enlivened when I share my fortunes, when I commiserate my grief, when I grow a seed and the bread it creates can feed my mother, my child, my neighbor. When I remove the thorn from the foot of my friend or the lion’s paw. When I respect, honor, and forgive my opponent. When I seek no dominance in victory, but only equilibrium and peace. When I give up my hands, feet, body to a rhythm I don’t understand but only feel and dance a feeling-shape into the bigger world. My spirit is delighted when it seeks these things. If I am in YHVH’s image, then so it must be above as below.

Recall the fast our Roman cult yet observes in small ways. Fasting is an ancient discipline. Its purpose is to drive our monkey minds far enough out past the lights of worldly delights so that we are able to experience a darkness finally dark enough to spot the true delights. Starry embers dancing just beyond the horizon. When we spot them, their radiance burns the scales from our vision. We will never again be seduced by the false glitter of the Babylonian.

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While We Watched the Birdy …

We don’t miss Jeff B Sesh. We knew the hand he kept perpetually fingers-crossed behind his back was also clutching a hood.

But there’s one moment that arose during the first days of the Trump administration, involving a decision Sessions made, that offered us all the saddest glimpse of hope.

Confronted with evidence of lies – perjury – regarding contacts with the Russian ambassador during the campaign, the newly appointed AG had a choice to make. During the transition no one had yet seen a Donald John Trump administration and had no sense of what to expect. Including the new cabinet.

So about this lie he gets caught out committing. He no doubt received pressure to toe the line during the transition period. Party bosses and industry tycoons alike seeking to avoid a sheen of obvious chicanery right out of the gate – lest the horses of global finance get spooked and fall out of rhythm. The seasoned politician announced his recusal from any DOJ investigations into the matters. Startlingly.

That was, we now know, what’s left of decorum in the new federal poldom. I’m not applauding his decision. What else did he know to do? To people used to stealing behind closed doors, an urge towards some version of decorum manifests when exposure seems an imminent and foreseeable thing. Even a complete thug like Sessions has an ounce of it somewhere in his bones.

There had been a guy with an ounce of decorum, of shame.

That guy’s gone.

These new thugs, more vicious by a magnitude than many before seen, empowered by a malaise of entitled nihilism, their sense of shame incapacitated by insecurity and resentments inherited from their forebears, these mutant, narcissistic robber barons – these guys that are left are quite pleased to steal in plain sight of day.

We are now so used to daily theft, we forget what it was like to not have plutocrats looting the nation’s treasure – sprung of misbegotten beginnings, yes, but still theoretically the People’s – in plain view.

So back to that glimmer of hope. At the time, we had just gone through a surreal holiday season where Donald referred to “my enemies” in his first address, Obama failed to storm Trump Tower with G men and drive Russia from Crimea, call a reelection, etc. etc., even though Teh Meddling, and the most vulnerable among us shivered in terror at the unbelievably looming surety of oppression. We were ready for the worst. We got a glimpse of hope … Treason! That’s a more lethal bullet than sex predator, conman, etc. etc. etc. … maybe the Frontis Piece of the Beast, the Make Us Great Deceiver, is mortal after all …

… but it was misdirection. Look into Russia all you want. Plenty of meddling. Not a lot of witting coordination. Not a lot of clear evidence of conspiracy beforehand. Unlike in the cases of the House of Sa’ud and Isra’el and Turkey and the list goes on, not beyond a shadow of a doubt. In those other cases, there are veritable receipts. Not just for hush money – a violation of federal election law that is a pile of money away from being placed on the head of another – but for quid pro quo. That’s foreign interference in our policy. Unconscionable to any but the most brainwashed.

And none of us paid any attention to it. We thought they were giving away their game. Instead the media stacked wood for two years holding out hope that an authoritarian Republican from the Bush II regime was going to save the status quo, and thereby all of us. Never ever has God drawn up a plan for such a member of the modern Republican party. Never is one ever likely to exist.

And never has there ever been a media conglomerate drawn up by God or Human willing to exercise restraint when it comes to stoking fear and anxiety to turn a profit. They never, ever want the profits to go away. It’s against their laws of neoliberal capitalism. They’re addicted to the profits “reporting” – repeating – DJT’s chaos carnival brings to them. It is not that the media corporations can’t save us. In fact, they most probably simply don’t want to.

Let’s believe there is a case – many – against DJT and his son and others Obstructing Justice. But the well is poisoned. The water for both came from the same place – and half of that report was following up on what could have been false hope. Faulty interpretation of info. It will be difficult to promise a pee-tape, deliver a hastily and clumsily dictated cover-up letter on Air Force One, and expect the same response from the American hoiploi.

Count all the votes. Check the election machines. They hide their crimes in plain sight by repeating the opposite of what they’ve done. You’ll find the evidence. But please stop being misdirected.

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Robbers & Refugees

Once more asylum seekers – the least among us, homeless on the road fleeing war and violence, poverty and illness – provide grist for the media mill. Everyday we see more of the xenophobic narratives. It is a trial.

There is nonetheless an interesting dilemma of sorts revealed through the issue. It seems there are symmetrical, yet contradictory claims being made, a claim honored as valid in the case on the one hand but invalid in the other. What deepens the puzzle is the differing scope of the recourse sought by the claimants in either case. The claimants are refugees seeking asylum to enter and reside in a new country, and the Trump admin claiming blanket clemency conferred by the Executive’s title.

Asylum claims are either legitimate, or not. Those fleeing their country of origin for the North are seeking relief from a climate of violence and instability at home. These are not “street gangs,” mostly these groups look more like paramilitaries – the military itself is often in on it. What emboldened these groups was working with the Americans to overthrow or destabilize the local state. So people in the territories caught in between seem to be making a claim, and that is that they have a right to seek peaceful lands. Thus, once they have arrived via extraordinary means, they ought have their extraordinary reason for flight recognized – specifically by way of suspending some rules for each individually considered case. Unlike smugglers or traffickers, asylum seekers have recourse for their claims.

The claims of the Trump administration seem similarly to seek safe harbor via exemption from the normal operation of certain Laws. The Trump cadre’s claims have been, all along, “Yes, we might have-probably-maybe-wouldn’t have-but-totally broke the rules – howeva – because of the context – winning Republican primaries, defeating Hillary, running the country from a branded bucket of breaded meat – the rules can be suspended for us in this specific case.” In fact a direct quote from Mr. Trump himself is that it was “very cool” to perhaps commit election fraud or even worse crimes.

The end portion of the claim – “in this specific case” – is the most revealing, as any specificity clause must by nature be limited to individual acts or agents. The admin talking heads trot this claim out regularly following every new revelation. That these claims seem to come ‘fast and thick’ serve to illustrate the limited applicability of specific decisions on one claim to many other cases. This feels akin to the bank robber pointing at a previous bank error in his favor that the bank decided not to follow up on as cause for a blanket suspension of rules. It certainly doesn’t seem like the same kind of claim in operation, anyway. The case, above, differs from the current one in that the scope of recourse sought is specifically applied to individual cases. Only. And that is precisely why our and other states seek to honor such decisions – bending the rules cannot be exercised on an open-ended basis. The rules cease to be universal, and anarchy follows in the nth consideration. Bank robbers would try!

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Tvee News, a Mercer box for our time?

I have been reading some of Phillip Dick’s stories, and the Mercer box to me has an echo in the real world right now.

The concept, you may recall, is of a box that places the user in the experiential POV of a person being harassed. Marching so under a hail of stones, the visceral connection this box provides yields an intense experience of empathy for the user.

When I see the photographs of women and children – the most vulnerable among us – marching on the road from war, I get the same opportunity for heartbreak. For a connection through suffering to bring a little ego death. Transcending one’s own concerns and situation to feel with another. To feel at all.

Or not.

There are some who no doubt feel something more like contempt. It is likely this segment of persons were the target of messaging, being promulgated via the media apparatus, which itself seems to have been outwitted by its own incentive structures – intended to provide the scapegoat the working poor need, or at least seem to be provided with time and again.

First it was the tens of thousands fleeing wars started by Napoleon, in early 19th century. Then the Irish came by the scores of thousands fleeing failed policy; then those fleeing German civil war, revolutions throughout Europe, etc. etc. Each wave after the next found backlash from the nativist communities of working poor into which they migrated. Each in turn was treated as impure, unclean, inhuman – non-White: Non-American.

And here we see our stream. Meant to check your capacity for empathy.

Unfortunately, you can also bend to temptation. If you pass your empathy check, your next choice might be to get contemptuous in turn. Or more. So I try to keep this in mind.

Appreciating the humanity of these others can inspire a positive reaction.

We can haz healing!

These refugees fleeing wars started by strongmen empowered by the US Department of State and so forth; these poor, tired, huddled masses; what are we teaching to them that wasn’t also taught to our forbears so many, many years gone? When will we stop the cycle? Everyone is angry and depressed and full of a pain that seems effective at spreading so far as I can tell.  It’s always raw, so we think of it as fresh. It is not. Its effervescence is evergreen.

It’s as dead as nails in coffin lids, as soon as we say so. We can each of us help end the spread. Open your heart. Think about how you would treat someone on the road from war – given what we know about the long-term consequences of acts of misguided, ignorant contempt.

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Truth to Power?

Heckling Secretary Nielsen and shunning Secretary Sanders seemed to me at first a bit brusque, even misguided. What good ever comes from shouting at an extremist? After all, we know they only tend to double-down on the convictions at issue. That the two events occurred at two different stakeholder levels – in the first case it was fellow patrons of the establishment and members of the public, while the other involved the business’s owner – will be important considerations in a minute. But they both seemed a little empty to me at first.

However, neither case is analogous to confronting any mere supporter of the administration’s policies. The persons occupying these appointed positions are in fact enablers of those same policies, ones which many see as anathema to American legal, political, and cultural mores. By confronting these persons, there is an element of Truth to Power involved. Heckling and even shunning seem then mostly justified.

The true irony of the situations is what makes both acts so meaningful. As has been noted plenty of other places, this administration and the party that it has hi-jacked, the GOP, trumpet the ability of business owners to refuse service based on their beliefs about others’ behaviors, practices, and lifestyles. The primary focus of anti-immigrant hysteria is on Mexico. Sanders was “86’ed” for her practice of spinning lies, corruption, and other crimes, and Nielsen was caught at a Mexican repast, respective to these outrages. Doubtless, whether the targets appreciated the message, certainly We, the People, are able to appreciate the subtext for what it is. Supreme dissing of policies.

However, I think this should help clarify that the Truth to Power in these acts is not directed at the officials themselves. Yes the acts were focused on these person. However no one expects either person to budge having been impacted on by the public’s enthusiastic suasions. In fact, no one considers these persons to be legitimate holders of their offices or competent wielders of their official capacities and authority.

Well, no one who retains an ability to recognize characteristics such as competence or legitimacy. Many have been effected by the media-lead social-engineering campaign of the past 36 months (!).

Social engineering? What? Mm-Hmm. You know that trope, the one that says the other side is trying to destroy the country? And says every member of Teh Other Side is a pawn, brainwashed, incapable of engaging in intelligent, considered conversation, and generally ridiculed, that trope? Yeah, that is social engineering. The old way of thinking was not like that. It involved a sense that compromise, mutual concession, and forced cooperation were important elements of the game. That people’s political beliefs could be discussed, even influenced, by each other, in ways that made the whole more than the sum of its parts. It was me and you and us.

But then, lesser of two evils. And, never so-and-so. But, resistance and deplorables. An administration and its media opposition. Dealmakers and deepstaters. Us and them.

We lost some important things. Let us all work on getting them back (and oh it’s gon’ be hard and no guarantees).

But back to the discussion at hand: Truth here is being spoken to the People. To remind us all of the truth that it is US who hold the Power right now. When there is an illegitimate State, the People have their Duty. And that Duty right now seems to include asserting our community standards. Letting our sense of justice put right what has been knocked a’kilter. Which case sounds more effective to you? Which case spoke to you? Would you heckle? Would you shun? Why?

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Without Teeth

“Verifiability? … silly … ludicrous.”
– Mike Pompeo, recently promoted from Congress to CIA Head to Secretary of State – what a year!

Is the exec. branch negotiating with a foreign sovereign or appeasing a hostile terrorist state? Signs point to the latter, when considering recent summit agreements were empty gestures. Without specifying a method of verification and at least a cursory outline of how a drawdown of nuclear programs would proceed, any declaration is void of function, force, or meaning.

Kim is the dictatorial figurehead of an isolated regime that has enslaved its people – facts that make them seem neither particularly rooted in a foundation of accountability nor steeped in the history of Western democratic values. Forgive us for demanding verifiability and an outline plan of action from them. Under the circumstances, it seems like ensuring transparency and accountability is a factor critical to success.

It doesn’t appear the United State of America has been served in any meaningful way in terms of national security and the safety of Her citizens. However, domestic firms can now do business inside the dystopic experiment in totality. Guess which ones? You will have to; for now, there is no further information. Doesn’t this all seem so reminiscent of West World, with its Potemkin villages atop sprawling subterranean complexes.

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Freedom of Speech: Isaiah Berlin stylie

The 2017 Freedom March for Justice, Sanity
The law, regularly under attack by corporate law hounds, is joined now by real people, battling to regain control of their legislators. They believe the law ought to help them hold on to their Constitutionally protected rights. The march was hundreds of miles. Many different countries saw marches like this in 2017.

Here were folks out for Sanity & Survival in March prior to that.

And here they were in the streets  after Charlottesville terror attack.

So, there are great things out there, too; here’s the racial justice syllabus focused on making sense of and responding to white male gun terror. Another set of resources is at the March for Justice page.

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