Note: I wrote this unexpectedly. I was writing a biography for some stupid site where I post poems no one reads and then I kind of got carried away before realizing I needed to write this. Call it a self-important declaration. I know words fall flat without action to back them up, but that’s kind of the point of this whole piece. I’ve spent two years wallowing in a “Whoa is me, what will ever do!” state of mind and kind of gave up what little I was doing. I’m done with that. I don’t have anymore time to do that. And as others in my life have made very clear to me where they stand, I figured I ought to return that favor.
I grew up in America-land, quite literally. Raised by a single mother with my two brothers. We moved around a lot. From the pine forests of Maine and the brick factory towns of Massachusetts to the great plains states of Kansas and Colorado. As you can imagine, this lead to a very chaotic childhood but also exposed me to a lot of different culture, people and geography at a young age. I still remember the torrential summer rainstorms of Kansas. Legendary amounts of snow bringing the quiet little towns in New Hampshire and Maine to a stand-still. In Colorado Springs, where I spent the first five years of life, the beautiful peaks of the Rocky Mountains flooded the western horizon. I also remember the conservative nature of life in rural America. Not all bad, mind you. It merely was what it was.
I often think this is where my wanderlust comes from, my desire to see and explore the world. If I, as a human, am to have any such lust, I am glad it is so, even if it leads me to suffer from cabin fever tenfold worse than the average person during the long New England winters.
I spent my high-school years in the lovely but depressingly white-washed, uber-liberal communities of Western Massachusetts where I was abruptly and suddenly introduced to the complexities of American politics during the fall of 2011. The rise and fall of Occupy Wall Street was as intoxicating as the ripest magic mushrooms were puke-inducing. It was a rude awakening to many intangible thoughts I had as a kid. The little dots you connect but can’t quite place in the larger scale of things. It was a reality check, one that brought me kicking and screaming into my adulthood and forever sealed my childhood behind me. Ever since then, I’ve struggled to find my place in this society. Everything feels different, not just with me, but with greater society at large, my friends, my family, college and even work. You can almost taste it in the air. You can see it in the eyes of fellow comrades.
The rude awakening.
Not the fact that calling a friend your comrade is ridiculous, which it is by the way, but that 9/11 was not the end of the world. The Iraq and Afghanistan wars were not the beginning of American Imperialism. The march of globalism has been long and ongoing against the world and we are just mere observers in this chaotic, insane goosestep parade. At least, we had been until we were violently thrust to the tarmac, boot stamped on a human face, and told to sign here and here. We would not be given a fair trial. We had only the illusion of rights.
Of course, even back then, I was just an observer and there are always those who knew in advance. But I’m not talking about them. I’m talking about my generation. The generation spending their post 9/11, k-12 education being told that you should not resist. You should not think critically about the world around you. And in every absurd, cliche sense of the word, to conform. Like millions of others. I went to the campsites. I went to Chicago to protest NATO. I watched the podcasts as the Boston PD arrested hundreds of people. But I did not participate. I did not throw my body on the gears, as some traditionalist non-profit organizer might recount, even romanticize. I talked to people who recounted the stories of losing their homes to foreclosure, of their brother being arrested and thrown in jail for possessing marijuana, of their sister committing suicide after being raped and victim-shamed in an Occupy encampment.
It was insane.
It was messy.
It showed me the true nature of not just the ugliness of right-wing globalist capitalism, but also the ugliness within my own ranks. The inexcusable hypocrisy that, at times, was covered up by cowards and liars and thieves. The lines that are often blurred on purpose with an intent to obfuscate reality and deflect blame.
Those events changed me inextricably. They took theory out of the books I read and shoved them in my face at the end of a billy-club wielding, stone-faced cop, three rows deep. Here’s the thing though. I wasn’t alone. Millions of people were forced to wake up from their dystopian, terrorist-fueled nightmares and face reality. A choice had to be made, to fall back asleep or accept that things were much worse than an off-key George Orwell joke.
I’ve spent the last two years working through all this. The shock to my body not manifesting physically in any way close to what became of those who took the full brunt of the wrath of corporate interests by way of tear-gas, gag orders, FBI entrapment, grand juries and good-old fashion ass kicking. But in my head, there was a seed planted. An idea. Not some sappy, hippy liberal ideology of love and peace and non-violence. No. It was a choice more real to me than the many false dichotomies we Americans have not only become accustomed to but have embraced as actual choices. More than Democrat or Republican.
It was to sleep or awaken.
To the fourth world war. To the greater struggles abroad. To the interconnected nature of all the ills of the world that is the definition of globalism.
And yet, here I type all this on my laptop, from the comforts of my room. On my comfortable bed, in my comfortable clothes, with a window I can look out of and see my neighbor farming his small claim of land and selling vegetables where his driveway meets the road. I am keenly aware of my privilege and simultaneously unable and unwilling to give a solution. I am merely telling a story. And therein lies the point. That one day, that farmer will not be there. His land replaced by a parking lot or bought up by Monsanto. Either way it is a shame and it is a story we all know too well in one form or another. Even if we struggle to exactly place our finger on the scale and scope of it all.
The SEC's just been caught colluding with the banks it's supposed to regulate -
The Securities and Exchange Commission let Goldman Sachs and other banks off the hook for illegal marketing of complicated debt products. But the real scandal is a secret deal to pretend the fines were much tougher than they really were.
I mean, not that we couldn’t have guessed.
I ain’t been on in a while…
lovemelovely:this. Is good advice for anyone trying to be less of a polite human being and more of an insufferable gross oaf
Citi Bank passed a copy of this handout to everyone in their HR department. This is few key “tips” for women to keep in mind to be taken seriously and succeed at work. The writers at Jezebel came up with their own supplemental “tips” to success for women:
1. Women tend to have two X chromosomes — you are not heard.
2. Women menstruate in public — emphasizes your femininity and deemphasizes your capability.
3. Women sit vaginally — the power position when seated at a table is to have a penis.
4. Wear panties in meetings — boxer-wearers are seen as more assertive and knowledgeable than those in lacy underthings.
5. Women have wombs — children come out of wombs. Men don’t reproduce, they conquer.
6. Ovulate — women ovulate at the smallest provocation which erodes your self-confidence. Men tend to move into sperm producing mode.
7. Women tend to smile inappropriately — an “inappropriate” smile is a smile that is on a woman’s face.
8. Observe “Rules” — rules are made to be broken by men. When women break them, it is a violation of workplace culture. When women follow them, it is self-sabotage. To be safe, avoid being a woman whenever possible.
9. Being invisible — 90% of adult humans are unable to visually perceive women. Solution: wear a bear suit.
10. Offer a female handshake — the best way to combat this is to have a man’s hand transplanted onto your wrist. Or purchase a giant foam hand at a sports stadium. These are very masculine and you are sure to be taken extremely seriously while wearing one.
Read more: http://jezebel.com/5634959/citibank-hr-tells-ladies-how-to-succeed-at-work#ixzz0zciTCsfh
i find myself gravitating to ~feminists on tumblr beacause they care about anything other than secondary wealth characteristicsbut overall good advice in a not so pc wrapper. jeez
women need to ACT LIKE MEN to succeed in business
this wrongheaded idea is the reason for shoulderpads in sweater and so much awful hair
it also reveals that the natural state of a corporation is a cruel warlike thing that suits sad men raised in martial culture
end capitalism immediately
I just vomited on my keyboard. WTF is this bull shit.
Deep Green Resistance Massachusetts: gavinsaurusrex: This is perhaps the saddest aspect of human psychology regarding this issue .. there are so many people... -
I agree - there are too many withdrawlists.
Q: I’m a fan of Daniel Quinn. He says we should just walk away. I know there is something wrong here. What do you think?
Derrick Jensen: There are two problems with this. With civilization having metastasized across the globe and bombing the moon,…
(Source: deepgreenresistance.org, via socialuprooting)
House Democrats Ask For Support of Occupy Wall Street -
Chris Scully, my DGR MA friend’s brother, said it best:
Dear Democrats in Congress,
You wish this was about left vs. right. You wish you could point across the aisle and say “See, the people are with us, not you!” But before you point and lie, please kindly turn that finger on yourselves, and then stick it up your asses. You are half of a bought congress. You are the other side of a counterfeit coin. You are half of the problem. You have pretended to speak for the voices of people who have a shred of goodwill for the world for too long. You have lost your privilege to be that voice. You are completely incapable of bringing about the drastic and profound changes we need in this country. You have failed. And don’t you dare try to associate your actions and trajectory with the intentions of a revolutionary society that is rejecting you. Your endorsement of a movement trying to oust you is pathetic at best. Please resign and play sudoku and solitaire on your own time. In short - fuck off.
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