Sunday, September 20, 2009

Modesto Anarcho #12

For the last few weeks i have been working with Brennus and Crudo on the graphics in the new Modesto Anarcho and even wrote some shit. So now its done and it kicks some major pudgy asshole if i do say so my self.

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It features an version of an article that i was originally going to post on revterryammo:

Dead Christians(lets us start now uncut)
Like devout Christians we worked towards a world that could only be logically seen after our inevitable deaths. We fed large buckets of bland food to lazy meth addicted white supremacists while they scared every other hungry person from the park. We should up just in time to tell arrested gangsters they were being victimized by the police and that they had no right to treat them in such a manner as there homies beat the shit out of high school students trying to get laid or high. As if we hoped that anarchism would be left behind behind us like some kind of enjoyable virus, uniting white and brown tweakers and turning young thugs into consieconce revolutionaries. We changed our diet , our toilet trees our cloths. We kept up with the latest earth saving water bottle, musical trend and stack of recommended books and called our (soon to be) fellow college kids extreme generalities. Worthington® watched their stock grow as we all became vegans. We had our public displays, our forming of joining forces with nutjobs and or newspaper articles. We did things as if it was something we could pay into daily, plan ahead visit like a church. As if it anything could be achieved in our struggle with out direct action. The things we have been asking for can not be given even if the almighty “they” wanted too. It must be created.
Our community is instantly around us as soon as we open our front doors. Unfortunately not every enemy prepared to attack is as easy to identify as a local police officer. We must work from the inside out starting with the distance to the liqueur store. How do you expect our neighbors to want to get rid of the police when their the ones who tell them everything is OK when something horrible happens at the local park. The local pd being the sly and durable extortion ring that they are have generally found away to make us pay for privilege of more fees and fines while the working class neighborhoods are destroyed from inside. As if some intervention wouldn't be riddled with paper work, more fees or just plain be after the fact and confused. There song and dance portraying them as modern day knights fighting against the hordes of phys-co killer thugs and child rapists while they tend to stay with the easy money as is in high profile cases, traffic tickets and locking up obvious addicts. To the worker who spends their time worrying about their sleeping lovers and children while taking the nights extra hours at work, removing what he or she believes is their one line of defense is the last thing the have in mind for change. Fantasy or not we must first be given an alternative to the current system of community welfare before we go about destroying the old one.
Action can be so small as to blur the imaginary lines between attacking the system and community building or as large as to be considered a full scaled defense against those who would do us harm, badge or not. As simple as changing our lifestyles, just as we did when we denounced meat, We could make heresy of alienation by way of fear. Cleaning up needle refuge and broken glass, and avoid drunken altercations at our local parks , making them once again a place that all the whole neighborhood could enjoy through various activity. Or actions as devoted as teaching free self defense classes or setting up a consensus run neighborhood watch in on your block for protection not only against class traitors such as thieves but also the local police. Also creating systems of mutual aid could stop crime at its source; poverty. Avoiding the trademarks of the earlier actions such as food not bombs. The free food with a media friendly touch and a christian outreach-like ideological catch, but instead creating the world we claim to seek without all the bullshit. Not creating a new political party or organization such as the ones that have failed the the working class in the past but instead the proletariat as a class doing what needs to be done, to have the lives we desire. And although most actions call for a direct action and infinity group or a “crew”, we must take steps against becoming just a another destructive street gang, between cops and gangsters we as a class have enough of that kind of culture working against us from the inside. Just as we had seen the liberation of land in the rising flames of construction fires, we can in-vision liberation from fear, rising like smoke from working closely together to protect our our neighborhoods.

Cyberspace-less/PRIDE

Its been a little while...
fuck, well a bunch of moving, drama, and a broken computer will do that to a mutherfucker. But here i am live from the closest thing Modesto has to hippy commune or a frat house for that matter.

Not having the net can put a damper on your useless website digging, but hers some shit that just happened:

Yesterday was modestos PRIDE day at the park and i made a little video:

Saturday, August 15, 2009

My Stomach Hurts


I havent had a good news/random link post in a while. Its hard for me to sit in a room full of pakced boxes and trash without wanting to make a fort. Times are ruff and people say alot of weird stuff to the cashier about whats going on in the world. And I lived through Y2K so if the world dosent end 2012 im going to be fucking pissed. I remember the mormens in 1999 filling there garages with giant blue water jugs and canned food. All the Stores in ST.George pushed the can food to the front of the store and nocked it up a few cents. I wonder what everyone did with that shit.

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Sunday, August 09, 2009

Youth Revolution



When i was younger and this was relevant, crudo and i wrote an essay entitled "the youth need a revolution front" from that i compiled a zine entitled "the theft of youth" which floated around for a while. Now that i attend a junior college I wish i could add to the business reasons schools work the way they do, which has now become apparent.
Anyway:
The Theft of our Youth

Saturday, August 08, 2009

Work CRack

Fuck they tricked me again. At about 8;20 in the mourning I smoked my first cigarette in front of the store prepping my self with motivational speeches about not getting all caught up bullshit and by 12 strait I would be running the store like some over zealous helper monkey. Strait bitch. What the fuck happens: I don't wanna be there, I know im not going to be manager or someshit, I don't like anyone, and in fact everything about working in this shit hole offends my deepest beliefs but yet here I am smiling ready to take orders(how high?) and peoples money(you sure you dont want the replacement plan on the latest piece of shit they tricked into buying?). I make a dam good bitch. Great with customers, im great in five minute bursts, but not so socially inclined so I tend not to waste too much time fraternizing. But why give so much effort?- I don't mean too. As I said I start my day normal(for me) as shit if not a little high, but somehow between clock on and clock off I become theirs. I feel like asking the others how they got us, but my feeling is that they would be confused as they had ether not noticed or classified the sensation differently, but it happens to the others in a violent wave. I image the worst spend their nights at home thinking about the quota for the computer dept when they should be playing with they're kids. And yes I work with mostly young adults and they all have kids.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

kaleidoscope


I could go into a few parallels that this story resembles or try some how to applie this to life. But the truth is its just one of my favorite stories, and its truly scary if you let your mind wander with the idea so i leave you to read between the lines. Another Bradbury Classic:

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

this is your eggs on cheap drugs


  • Or you could just say an enemy is an enemy.1 It does not matter if the cops are using the gangsters as an excuse to lay the beat down, or if assholes are using the excuse of oppression to rob working class people. There is no reason to separate the two. building is fighting.


  1. My girl friend was having a bad night and to cheer her up i forced her to take us to the liqueur store with our two friends for three miller thirty twos and a six pack of random fancy pants beer that taste like shit orange soda. as i walked out of the I see a man dressed in all black with his head fully engulfed in my girlfriends back passenger window were her depressing friends is sitting. I ask what the fuck is going on loud enough to make sure that he hears but not so loud as if to sound as if I got a problem. The man, whose tall tee stretches to the knees of worn died black jeans with Machiavelli sewn into the back of the leg in old English, has friends and they dress according. they get into the scraper as my friend is dished out two small Baggies. Finally after a long awkward moment, some bag rustling and some strange comment about selling cars, the man removes his head and joins them. As we drive off my friend screams "its red bud!", "He showed me grapes and gave me red bud!" and begins to whine franticly as me and diddy laugh. We used to do fun stuff like that, back in the day. The dope then throws one sack out the window but leaves the second in my living room after a long boring night of reflection and drinking. The next mourning i read my other friends blog and remember the sack of rope that had been left behind, and with nothing better to do, roll it up a peach optimo. I then proceed smoke half that nasty muthafuker to the dome while taking a shower in a very hobotastic high roller kinda way. And when got out I found my self replying to comments and rampaging through the internet wearing nothing but a very shiny Mexican wrestling mask as i often do in my free time, well at least when I smoke some goof goof ass shit like that.Tonight I found the other half next to the mask but left the pants on.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

8.5x11 Protect Your Neighbors (broke on broke crime prt.3)