I missed my daily blog yesterday because of the wonderful unrest that surrounded us on the 30th. It was a taste of what is to come. The end will not be pretty or clean, it will be joyous and terrifying. Our instinct is crying for connection, screaming to all that and we can hear it. Personally, I experienced that taste of beautiful chaos, destruction, and fear. Where I live in the USA camp became an epicenter for protest and unrest over the murder of another African-American man by the death squad police who protect the status quo and a video incident of a white death squad member physically controlling an African-American man. I was unaware of the first day of protest except I knew something was going on because a helicopter was circling, it’s most annoying. We all know that means something is going on, the Great Eye of the Great Lie gazing. But it was uneventful. The next day I heard there would be another protest in front of the death squad station. We could see the people with signs walking past our place on their way to the station, most of them young kids. The helicopters arrived, the news on the ground steaming, death squads watching, keeping everyone safe. The crowd was fine, but did block highway traffic for a while, the death squads showing their restraint, the media said. Then, uh oh, someone spray painted the station and the order was given to disperse and tear gas followed, pepper spray fired from paintball guns hitting people, death squad helo broadcasting – this demonstration was deemed an unlawful gather due to criminal activity and must be dispersed. The crowd was unfazed. Their rage spilled over to increasing disobedience and significant damage to what civilization loves, like it loves Power, property. What I saw was unconstrained rage, joy, and a will to resist. Excellent disrespect for civilization without actual violence, they did not attack the death squad police or each other. They did not attack my place, though they parked all around us, but never came too close to me. I could hear the call…
I wanted to jump in so much, I could sense the joy and the fear. It was new for the people to defy the order and rage. I have been there and crave it here in my prison cell, but I was not alone. I was with my my loved ones who are not there. My instrict said be with your tribe best you can, even in hopelessness and rage. I held my vigil watching from a few hundred feet away and on a live stream on the internet of a strip mall we frequent getting destroyed. The death squads waited until they knew they had overwhelming force before they deployed and that took hours. Smashing, grabbing, laughing, and then burning. The death quads deployed and the people moved away. We watch the people who parked all around us leaving with their goodies and we saw many. It was fascinated and disturbed because chaos is not something we get much of here in the zoo, so when it comes, it hits hard in a disorienting way, a heighten way. They set cars and banks on fire. Big fire! The death squads waited, their tactics are strong. I felt the surge of intense energy, exhilarating. We held fast where we live, on our own. If we need help from our captors, there were none, we were completely on our own. Without a rope we continued our vigil supporting each other and those who took theirs into their own out in the darkness; with them and watching them. We know there is no safety here in the concentration camp.
The media informing us to watch out for the agitators, the anarchists, the bad seeds. They repeated it over and over… that they respect protest but the agitators are trying to take over. They are desperate to frame it to, this is okay, this is not, this is okay, this is not, this is okay, this is not. Murdering black people okay, rioting is not. Complaining with signs about the murdering of black people is okay, rioting because of the murdering of black people is not. Constructive aka ineffective and status quo supporting protest is okay, Explosive rage against the system of genocide and ecocide is not. 100% BULLSHIT as always. I would expect nothing less. The societal pretense of problem solving immediately produced in high definition with polished headers and scoring, always there making sense for us, lying to us about solving the race problem (the Jewish problem). Some claim that if we just made conditions better for the less fortunate slaves they will riot less, we all have to feel safe, awwww how cute and vicious. Lives matter aaaawwwwww, but they don’t.
We wedged in between the culture of maximum harm and despair… I witnessed people creating ruptures in chronological time that imprisons us all, I witnessed pain, stupidity, derision, rage, despair, resistance, fear, courage to stand fast in the face of Power, moments of overwhelming jouissance. It feels amazing to cross the threshold of oppression and break free even if for only an hour before Power comes to crush and exterminate. We can see how fragile civilization is and how powerful we are and lethal they are, they will not let us go. We know whats what and they will kill and kill, but as a pirate said on a tv show said, They can’t hang us all.
What inspired, in part, this daily blog was to write my thoughts out in one last insignificant expression to an uncaring place that never cared I existed except to use and abuse. A letter of love without restraint or constraint to no one, to any one, to everyone To live thoughtfully and love recklessly. My letter to my loved ones who I cherish infinitely. To share what has inspired, moved, influenced, and destroyed me. A whisper in the darkness for no one to hear, my letter that is meaningless, hopeless, joyous, and loving. My hopeless goal negation, abolition, and wild connection. I will end my daily blog now and leave you reader with more dank memes! The End is Nigh. I love you.