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<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 12:47:30 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[this is like second to third time in a row i&#8217;ve been having nightmares of either danny cheatin]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>this is like second to third time in a row i've been having nightmares of either danny cheating on me or me speaking to her.. what are these supposed to mean -.- is it supposed to be a sign? &#62;.&#62; in my nightmares i was actually being good friends with her and i even told her i know im in a dream right now ._. its really really weird.. hmm..but i noe i wont evver speak to her again no matter who kind of a person she was or she is now. because she still the one who is ruining my life.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Nightmares]]></title>
<link>http://westofwabansia.wordpress.com/?p=294</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 11:18:44 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[A Friend is coming to town, so I won&#8217;t be blogging til Sunday when they leave. So here is a bu]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A Friend is coming to town, so I won't be blogging til Sunday when they leave. So here is a bulk of posts.</p>
<p>It is 6 in the morning and I just woke up in a cold sweat. I just had my first nightmare in I cannot remember how long. For the past few months I have been telling a "friend" that I have been craving a nightmare. Craving the rush of adrenaline, craving the excitement that comes from being scared.But after having one. I can only say that I was so so wrong.</p>
<p>Granted, the nightmare I had envisioned involved monsters or killers...think vampires or Texas chainsaw Massacre (the original), while what just happened had neither.  What my nightmare did have was police.</p>
<p>I have always been frightened of the police. Maybe it is cause I am black. Or maybe it is because their authority and license to do as they please scares the crap out of me. My complete fear of them could also have to do with the fact that a chicago police officer tried to hit me when I was skating at the tender age of 15.</p>
<p>I fear getting arrested. I fear going to jail...mostly because I am not built for jail. Jail would be a death sentence for me. But not because of a shanking. Rather cause of the repeated rape and inevitable HIV transmission. Sigh.</p>
<p>Police scare me so much that they make me feel like I am doing something wrong even when I am not...but I guess that is the point. They scare us so much so we monitor our behavior so they don't have to. Oh self-discipline.</p>
<p>Christ, I really hope that dreams don't mean anything. Really hope that this was just random neurons firing and not a look into my near future...</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Prison of the Mind]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[*Written June 25, 2008*
i believe the phrase is &#8220;a mind is a terrible thing to waste&#8221;
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>*Written June 25, 2008*</p>
<p>i believe the phrase is "a mind is a terrible thing to waste"<br />
but on the real, a mind is a terrible thing to escape<br />
when horrible memories chase your dreams<br />
and stalk your waking moments<br />
and taunt the creases of your smile<br />
and knock on the wall between your skull and forehead<br />
as a constant reminder of plans deferred<br />
what happens to a mind deferred?<br />
does it cease to function on a level of normalcy<br />
or does it minimize itself to feelings of numbness<br />
because it hurts too much to think<br />
even more to acknowledge<br />
that a mind is a terrible thing to face<br />
when the mirror of the subconscious reflects back<br />
your worst nightmares in 3D vision<br />
that a mind is a terrible thing to taste<br />
when poison seeps in with no antidote<br />
bitterness covers hope<br />
where is the rope to free the mind?<br />
my hands are blistered but i have to climb<br />
have to elevate past this confusion<br />
push past these delusions<br />
enter a point where the mind no longer dictates<br />
no longer dominates<br />
no longer becomes something to escape or waste<br />
but to embrace<br />
because a free mind is a free life<br />
so i'm tryna free mine so i can find life<br />
find the keys to the door<br />
and feel the sunshine on my face<br />
and begin my first day as a free woman<br />
and not an inmate.</p>
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<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 15:10:11 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[I just had a crazy scary nightmare.  In it, i was at school, and two of my friends had died.  I we]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just had a crazy scary nightmare.  In it, i was at school, and two of my friends had died.  I went to their funeral.  When i got there, there were two groups of people that obviously hated each others sitting on opposite sides of the room.  My friend belonged on a different side than i belonged on.  Everybody was screaming and shouting at us, and threatening to kill us.  I don't know what were different about these two groups, but i could tell they were different.  Something about that dream haunted me.  Dreams never scare me, so i don't know why that one did.  It gave me that tingle on my spine and i woke up in a sweat.  What does it mean?</p>
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<p>Help?</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Alfredo M. Bonanno: From Riot to Insurrection]]></title>
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Analysis for an anarchist perspective against post-industrial capitalism
Introduction by Jea]]></description>
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<p>Introduction by Jean Weir<br />
Published by <em>Elephant Edition</em> 1988.<br />
ISBN: 1 870133 08 0<br />
Digitalized and put on the Internet 2004.</p>
<h2>Contents</h2>
<p><a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#1">Introduction</a> by Jean Weir<br />
<a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2">For an analysis of a period of change</a><br />
<a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2">From post-industrial illusions to post-revolutionary ones</a><br />
   <a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2_1">Changes in society</a><br />
   <a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2_2">Islands of lost men</a><br />
   <a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2_3">Two reservoirs of the revolution</a><br />
   <a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2_4">State precautions</a><br />
   <a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2_5">The end of irrational competition</a><br />
   <a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2_6">Consciousness and ghettoisation</a><br />
   <a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2_7">Generalised impoverishment</a><br />
   <a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2_8">Two phases</a><br />
   <a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2_9">The sunset of the worker’s leading role</a><br />
   <a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2_10">The sunset of some of the anarchists’ illusions</a><br />
   <a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2_11">Speed and multiplicity</a><br />
   <a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2_12">End of reformism, end of the party</a><br />
   <a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2_13">The dumb excluded</a><br />
   <a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#2_14">From irrational riot to conscious insurrection</a><br />
<a href="http://www.geocities.com/insurrection_raven/en_texts/from_riot_to_insurrection.html#3">Spoken contribution to anarchist conference held in Milan on October 13 1985, on the theme “Anarchism and insurrectional project”</a></p>
<p><a name="1"></a></p>
<h2>Introduction</h2>
<p>There can be little doubt left anywhere on the planet that a fundamental change is taking place in the organisation of production. This change is most obvious and most felt in the centres of advanced capitalism, but the logic of information technology and decentralised production now reaches what were once remote periferal areas, drawing them into an artificial communitarianism whose only real element is exploitation.</p>
<p>In the “western world” the traditional worker, cornerstone of the authoritarian revolutionary thesis, and still a principle element in many anarchist ones, is being tossed out of the grey graveyards of docks, factories and mines, into the coloured graveyards of home-videos, brightly lit job-centres, community centres, multi-ethnic creches, etc, in the muraled ghettos.</p>
<p>As unemployment is coming to be accepted as a perspective of non-employment, capital continues to refine its instruments and direct investment to areas more befitting to its perennial need for expansion. Production of consumer goods is now realised by an inter-continental team of robots, small self-exploiting industries, and domestic labour, in many cases that of children.</p>
<p>The trade unions are at an ebb, and the parties of the left are creeping further to the right as areas for wage claims and social reform are disappearing from the electoral map. What is emerging instead are wide areas of progressive “democratic dissent” in political, social and religious terms: pacifism, ecologism, vegetarianism, mysticism, etc. This “dissenting consensus” sees its most extreme expression the proposals of “delegitimisation” and “deregulation” by a privileged intellectual strata that reasons exclusively in terms of its own rights.</p>
<p>An ideal society, it might seem, from capital’s point of view, with social peace as one of its prime objectives today; or so it would be, this “self-managed” capitalist utopia, were it not for the treat coming from outside this landscaped garden. From the ghetto areas, no longer confined to the Brixton, Toxteth model, but which take many forms: the mining village of the north, the gigantic, gloomy labyrinths of council estates in urban complexes, many of them already no-go areas to police and other forces of repression, and other ever widening areas which until recently housed secure well-paid skilled and white collar workers, are on their way to becoming new ghettos. The ghettos of the future, however, will not necessarily be geographically circumscribed, as the hotbeds of unrest are farmed out to bleak and manageable dimensions, but will be culturally defined, through their lack of means of communication with the rest of capitalist society.</p>
<p>The presence of these ever widening ghettos and the message that is crying out from them is the main flaw in the new capitalist perspective. There are no mediators. There is no space for the reformist politicians of the past, just as there is none for the essentially reformist revolutionaries of the old workerist structures, real or imaginary. The cry is a violent one that asks for nothing. The mini riots or explosions that are now common occurances, especially in this country, do not have rational demands to make. They are not the means to an end like the bread riots of the past. They have become something in themselves, an irrational thrusting out, often striking easily identifiable targets of repression (police stations, vehicles, schools, government offices, etc), but not necessarily so. Violence in the football stadiums cannot be excluded from this logic.</p>
<p>Anarchists, since the first major riots—Bristol, Brixton, Toxteth, Broadwater Farm—have seen these events in a positive light, often joining in and contributing a number of extra bricks in the direction of police lines. Anarchist journals exalt these moments of mass insurgence, yet at the same time (the same papers) provide organisational proposals which, if they might have been valid at the beginning of the century or in the ’thirties, certainly bear no resemblance to the needs of the present day. The best the most updated ones can offer, using the riots as their point of reference, is to create a specific movement of anarchists with the aim of instilling some revolutionary morality into these patently amoral events. Once again the poverty of our analytical capacity comes to bear.</p>
<p>Up until now, when anarchists have had need of, some theoretical content in their publications, they have either resorted to personal opinion, or given a summary of some of the Marxist analyses, critically, but often underlining that there are some points in Marxism that are relevant to anarchist ideas. This gives a “serious” content to a periodical, shows that we are not against theoretical discussions, but leaves the field for anarchist action barren. Without analysis, even at the most basic, rudimentary level, we cannot hope to be in touch with reality. Intuition is not enough. We cannot hope to act, pushing contradictions towards a revolutionary outlet, by simply responding to events as they arise, no matter how violent these events may be.</p>
<p>The Marxist analyses are now nothing but obsolete relics of the dark ages of industrialism. What must be done is to develop our own theses, using as a foundation the wealth of our anarchist methodological heritage. The great strength of anarchism is the fact that it does not rely on one fundamental analysis anchored in time. The living part of anarchism is as alive today as it was four decades ago, or a century ago. What we need to do is to develop instruments that take what is relevant from the past, uniting it with what is required to make it relevant to the present. This can only be done if we would like it to be, but what it is, of what is emerging as the real battleground of exploitation today, for battleground it is, even though the dead and wounded have a different aspect to act becomes more pressing as the ghettos become encapsulated and segregated from the mainstream language and communication of the privileged.</p>
<p>The analyses we are presenting here opens a door in that direction, gives a glimpse of what is happening around and stimulous to develop further investigation and to seek to formulate new forms of anarchist intervention that relate to this reality, trying to push it towards our goal of social revolution.</p>
<p>The first text was originally written and presented as the theme of an anarchist conference in Milan in October 1985, held by the comrades of the Italian anarchist bimonthly <em>Anarchismo</em>. The second part is a spoken contribution by the same comrade. This explains the concise nature of the text. The author has in fact dedicated many more pages to the insurrectional thesis, work that he has developed through his active involvement in struggles in Italy over the past two decades.</p>
<p class="forfattare">Jean Weir</p>
<p><a name="2"></a></p>
<h2>For an analysis of a period of change</h2>
<h3>From post-industrial illusions to post-revolutionary ones</h3>
<p><a name="2_1"></a></p>
<h4>Changes in society</h4>
<p>In the evolution of social contradictions over the past few years, certain tendencies have become so pronounced that they can now be considered as real changes.</p>
<p>The structure of domination has shifted from straightforward arbitrary rule to a relationship based on adjustment and compromise. This has led to a considerable increase in demand for services compared to such traditional demands as for durable consumer goods. The results have been an increase in those aspects of production based on information technology, the robotisation of the productive sector, and the pre-eminence of the services sector (commerce, tourism, transport, credit, insurance, public administration, etc) over industry and agriculture.</p>
<p>This does not mean that the industrial sector has disappeared or become insignificant; only that it will employ fewer and fewer workers while levels of production remain the same, or even improve. The same is true of agriculture, which will be greatly affected by the process of industrialisation, and distinguishable from industry in statistical rather than social terms.</p>
<p>This situation is developing more as a “transition”, not something that is cut and dried, but as a trend. There is no distinct separation between the industrial and post-industrial periods. The phase we are passing through is clearly one of surpassing the obsolete institutions which are being restructured; but it has not yet reached the closure of all factories and the establishment of a reign of computerised production.</p>
<p>The tendency to break up units of production and the demand for small self-exploiting nucleii within a centralised productive project will pre-dominate in the next few years. But within the industrial sector this will be accompanied by such slow adjustments, using traditional means, as are expedient to the cautious strategies of capital.</p>
<p>This argument relates more to the British and Italian situations which remain far behind their Japanese and American models.</p>
<p><a name="2_2"></a></p>
<h4>Islands of lost men</h4>
<p>Torn from the factories in a slow and perhaps irreversible process, yesterday’s workers are being thrown into a highly competitive atmosphere. The aim is to increase productive capacity, the only consumable product according to the computerised (and even more deadly) conflicts within capital itself will extinguish the alternative, revolutionary struggle, with the intention of exacerbating class differences and rendering them unbridgeable.</p>
<p>The most important gains for the inhabitants of the productive “islands”, their seemingly greater “freedom”, the flexible working hours, the qualitative changes (always within the competitive logic of the market as directed by the order-giving centres) reinforce the belief that they have reached the promised land: the reign of happiness and well-being. Ever increased profits and ever more exacerbated “creativity”.</p>
<p>These islands of death are surrounded by ideological and physical barriers, to force those who have no place on them back into a tempestuous sea where no one survives.</p>
<p>So the problem revealing itself is precisely that of the <em>excluded</em>.</p>
<p><a name="2_3"></a></p>
<h4>Two reservoirs of the revolution</h4>
<p>The <em>excluded</em> and the <em>included</em>.</p>
<p>The first are those who will remain marginalised. Expelled from the productive process and penalised for their incapacity to insert themselves into the new competitive logic of capital, they are often not prepared to accept the minimum levels of survival assigned to them by State assistance (increasingly seen as a relic of the past in a situation that tends to extoll the virtues of the “self-made man”). These will not just be the social strata condemned to this role through their ethnic origin—today, for example, the West Indians in British society, catalysts of the recent riots in that country—but with the development of the social change we are talking about, social strata which in the past were lulled by secure salaries and now find themselves in a situation of rapid and racial change will also participate. Even the residual supports that these social strata benefit from (early pensions, unemployment benefit, various kinds of social security, etc) will not make them accept a situation of growing discrimination. And let us not forget that the degree of consumerism of these expelled social strata cannot be compared to that of the ethnic groups who have never been brought into the sphere of salaried security. This will surely lead to explosions of “social illbeing” of a different kind, and it will be up to revolutionaries to unite these with the more elementary outbreaks of rebellion.</p>
<p>Then there are the <em>included</em>, those who will remain suffocating on the islands of privilege. Here the argument threatens to become more complicated and can only be clearly situated if one is prepared to give credit to man and his real need for freedom. Almost certainly it is the “homecomers” from this sector who will be among the most merciless executants of the attack on capital in its new form. We are going towards a period of bloody clashes and very harsh repression. Social peace, dreamt of on one side and feared by the other, remains the most inaccessable myth of this new capitalist utopia, heir to the “pacific” logic of liberalism which dusted the drawing room while it butchered in the kitchen, giving welfare at home and massacring in the colonies.</p>
<p>The new opportunities for small, miserable, loathsome daily liberties will be paid for by profound, cruel and systematic discrimination against vast social strata. Sooner or later this will lead to the growth of a consciousness of exploitation inside the privileged strata, which cannot fail to cause rebellions, even if only limited to the best among them. Finally, it should be said that there is no longer a strong ideological support for the new capitalist perspective such as existed in the past, capable of giving support to the exploiters and, more important still, to the intermediate layers of cadres. Wellbeing for the sake of it is not enough, especially for the many groups of people who, in the more or less recent past, have experienced, or simply read about, liberatory utopias, revolutionary dreams and the attempts, however limited, at insurrectional projects.</p>
<p>The latter will lose no time in reaching the others. Not all the <em>included</em>, will live blissfully in the artificial happiness of capital. Many of them will realise that the misery of one part of society poisons the appearance of wellbeing of the rest, and turns freedom (within the barbed wire fences) into a virtual prison.</p>
<p><a name="2_4"></a></p>
<h4>State precautions</h4>
<p>Over the past few years the industrial project has also been modified by the fusion of State controls and methods linked with the political interest in controlling consensus.</p>
<p>Looking at things from the technical side, one can see how the organisation of production is being transformed. Production no longer has to take place in one single location, (the factory), but is more and more spread over a whole territory, even at considerable distances.</p>
<p>This allows industrial projects to develop that take account of a better, more balanced distribution of productive centres within a territory, eradicating some of the aspects of social disorder which have existed in the past such as ghetto areas and industrial super-concentions, areas of high pollution and systematic destruction of the ecological future, opening its arms to the great hotchpotch of environmentalists and becoming a champion of the safeguarding of natural resources, so making the construction seem possible of cities of the future with a “human face”, socialist or not.</p>
<p>The real motivitation driving the capitalist project towards distant lands resembling the utopias of yesteryear, is very simple and in no way philanthropic: it is the need to reduce class discontent to a minimum, smoothing the edges off any effective confrontation through a suger-coated progressive development based on blind faith in the technology of the future.</p>
<p>It is obvious that the most attractive proposals will be made to the <em>included</em>, to try as far as possible to avoid defections, which will be the real thorn in the side of tomorrow’s capitalists. The individual subjects, if they come from within the sphere of the production process, who turn their goals in a revolutionary direction, will have real weapons to put at the disposal of the revolution against the rule of exploitation.</p>
<p>So far the utopian hope of governing the world through “good” technology has shown itself to be impossible, because it has never taken into account the problem of the physical dimension to be assigned to the ghetto of the<em>excluded</em>. They could be recycled into the garden-project in an ungenerous mixture of happiness and sacrifice, but only up to a point.</p>
<p>Tension and repeated explosions of rage will put the fanciful utopia of the exploiters into serious difficulty.</p>
<p><a name="2_5"></a></p>
<h4>The end of irrational competition</h4>
<p>It has long been evident. Competition and monopolism were threatening to draw the productive structures into a series of recurrent “crises”. Crises of production in most cases. For the old capitalist mentality it was essential to achieve so-called “economies of scale”, and this was only possible by working with ever larger volumes of production in order to spread the fixed costs as far as possible. This led to a standardisation of production: the accumulation of productive units in particular locations, distributed haphazardly with a colonising logic (for example the classical Sicilian “cathedrals in the desert”: isolated industrial areas, petrol refineries, etc that were to serve as points of aggregation); the uniformity of products; the division of capital and labour, etc.</p>
<p>The first adjustments to this came about through massive State intervention. The State’s presence has opened up various opportunities. It is no longer a passive spectator, simply capital’s “cashier”, but has become an active operator, “banker” and entrepreneur.</p>
<p>In essence, these adjustments have meant the diminution of use value, and an increase in the production of exchange value in the interests of maintaining<em>social peace</em>.</p>
<p>In bringing to an end its most competitive period, capital has found a partial solution to its problems. The State has lent a hand with the aim of completely transforming economic production into the production of social peace. This utopian project is clearly unreachable. Sooner or later the machine will shatter.</p>
<p>The new productive process—which has often been defined <em>post-industrial</em>—makes low production costs possible even for small quantities of goods; can obtain considerable modifications in production with only modest capital injections; makes hitherto unseen changes to products possible. This opens up undreamt of horizons of “freedom” to the middle classes, to the productive cadres, and within the golden isolation of the managerial classes. But this is rather like the freedom of the castle for those Teutonic knights of the nazi kind. Encircled by the mansion walls, armed to the teeth, only the peace of the graveyard reigns within.</p>
<p>None of the makers of the ideologies of post-industrial capitalism have asked themselves what to do about the danger that will come from the other side of the walls.</p>
<p>The riots of the future will become ever more bloody and terrible. Even more so when we know how to transform them into mass insurrections.</p>
<p><a name="2_6"></a></p>
<h4>Consciousness and ghettoisation</h4>
<p>It will not be unemployment as such which negatively defines those to be excluded from the castle of Teutonic knights, but principally the lack of real access to information.</p>
<p>The new model of production will of necessity reduce the availability of information. This is only partly due to the computerisation of society. It is one of the basic conditions of the new domination and as such has been developing for at least twenty years, finding its climax in a mass schooling which is already devoid of any concrete operative content.</p>
<p>Just as the coming of machines caused a reduction in the capacity for self-determination during the industrial revolution, trooping the mass of workers into factories, destroying peasant culture and giving capital a work force who were practically incapable of “understanding” the contents of the new mechanised world that was beginning to loom up; so now the computer revolution, grafted to the process of adjustment of capitalist contradictions by the State, is about to deliver the factory proletariat into the hands of a new kind of machinery that is armed with a language that will be comprehensible to only a privileged few. The remainder will be chased back and obliged to share the sort of the ghetto.</p>
<p>The old knowledge, even that filtered from the intellectuals through the deforming mirror of ideology, will be coded in a machine language and rendered compatible with the new needs. This will be one of the historic occasions for discovering, among other things, the scarcity of real content in the ideological jibberish that has been administrered to us over the past two centuries.</p>
<p>Capital will tend to abandon everything not immediately translatable into this new generalised language. Traditional educative processes will become devalued and diminish in content, unveiling their real (and selective) substance as merchandise.</p>
<p>In the place of language new canons of behaviour will be supplied, formed from fairly precise rules, and mainly developed from the old processes of democratisation and assembly, which capital has learned to control perfectly. This will be doubly useful as it will also give the <em>excluded</em> the impression that they are “participating” in public affairs.</p>
<p>The computerised society of tomorrow could even have clean seas and an “almost” perfect safeguarding of the limited resources of the environment, but it will be a jungle of prohibitions and rules, of nightmare in the form of deep personal decisions about participating in the common good. Deprived of a language of common reference, the ghettoised will no longer be able to read between the lines of the messages of power, and will end up having no other outlet than spontaneous riot, irrational and destructive, an end in itself.</p>
<p>The collaboration of those members of the <em>included</em>, disgusted with the artificial freedom of capital, who become revolutionary carriers of an albeit small part of this technology which they have managed to snatch from capital, will not be enough to build a bridge or supply a language on which to base knowledge and accurate counter-information.</p>
<p>The organised work of future insurrections must solve this problem, must build—perhaps starting from scratch—the basic terms of a communication that is about to be closed off; and which, precisely in the moment of closure, could give life, through spontaneous and uncontrolled reactions, to such manifestations of violence as to make past experiences pale into insignificance.</p>
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<h4>Generalised impoverishment</h4>
<p>One should not see the new ghetto as the shanty town of the past, a patchwork of refuse forced on to suffering and deprivation. The new ghetto, codified by the rules of the new language, will be the passive beneficiary of the technology of the future. It will also be allowed to possess the rudimentary manual skills required to permit the functioning of objects which, rather than satisfy needs, are in themselves a colossal need.</p>
<p>These skills will be quite sufficient for the impoverished quality of life in the ghetto.</p>
<p>It will even be possible to produce objects of considerable complexity at a reasonable cost, and advertise them with that aura of exclusivness which traps the purchaser, now a prey to capital’s projects. Moreover, with the new productive conditions we will no longer have repetitions of the same objects in series, or change and development in technology only with considerable difficulty and cost. Instead there will be flexible, articulated processes that are interchangeable. It will be possible to put the new forms of control into use at low cost, to influence demand by guiding it and thus create the essential conditions for the production of social peace.</p>
<p>Such apparent simplification of life, both for <em>included</em> and <em>excluded</em>, such technological “freedom” has led sociologists and economists—as the good people they have always been—to let go and sketch the outlines of an interclassist society capable of living “well” without re-awakening the monsters of the class struggle, communism or anarchy.</p>
<p>The decline of interest in the unions and the removal of any reformist significance they might have had in the past—having become mere transmission belts for the bosses’ orders—has come to be seen as the proof of the end of the class struggle and the coming of the post-industrial society. This does not make sense for a variety of reasons which we shall see further on. Trade unionism of any kind has lost its reformist significance, not because the class struggle is over, but because the conditions of the clash have changed profoundly.</p>
<p>Basically, we are faced with the continuation of contradictions which are greater than ever and remain unresolved.</p>
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<h4>Two phases</h4>
<p>To be schematic, two phases can be identified.</p>
<p>In the industrial period capitalist competition and production based on manufacturing, prevailed. The most significant economic sector was the secondary one (manufacturing), which used the energy produced as the transformative resource, and financial capital as the strategic resource. The technology of this period was essentially mechanical and the producer who stood out most was the worker. The methodology used in the projects was empirical, based on experiment, while the organisation of the productive process as a whole was based on unlimited growth.</p>
<p>In the post-industrial period which we are approaching, but have not completely entered, the State prevails over capitalist competition and imposes its systems of maintaining consensus and production, with the essential aim of promoting social peace. The elaboration of data and the transformation of services will take the place of the technical mode of manufacturing. The predominant economic sectors become the tertiary (services), the quaternary (specialised finance), the quinary (research, leisure, education, public administration). The main transformative resource is information which is composed of a complex system of transmission of data, while the strategic resource is provided by the knowledge that is slowly taking the place of financial capital. Technology is abandoning its mechanical component and focussing itself on its intellectual component. The typical element employed by this new technology is no longer the worker but the technician, the professional, the scientist. The method used in the project is based on abstract theory, not experiment as it once was, while the organisation of the productive process is based on the coding of theoretical knowledge.</p>
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<h4>The sunset of the worker’s leading role</h4>
<p>Directing our attention to the productive industrial phase, marxism considered the contribution of the working class to be fundamental to the revolutionary solution of social contradictions. This resulted in the strategies of the workers’ movement being greatly conditioned by the objective of conquering power.</p>
<p>Hegelian ambiguity, nourished by Marx, lay at the heart of this reasoning: that the dialectical opposition between proletariat and bourgeoisie could be exacerbated by reinforcing the proletariat indirectly through the reinforcement of capital and the State. So each victory by repression was seen as the anti-chamber of the future victory of the proletariat. The whole was set in a progressive vision—typically illuminist—of the possibility of building the “spirit” in a world of matter.</p>
<p>With a few undoubtedly interesting modifications, this old conception of the class struggle still persists today, at least in some of the nightmarish dreams that arise occasionally from the old projects of glory and conquest. A serious analysis has never been made of this purely imaginary conception.</p>
<p>There is only more or less unanimous agreement that workers have been displaced from their central position. First, timidly, in the sense of a move out of the factory into the whole social terrain. Then, more decisively, in the sense of a progressive substitution of the secondary manufacturing sector by the tertiary services sector.</p>
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<h4>The sunset of some of the anarchists’ illusions</h4>
<p>Anarchists have also had illusions and these have also faded. Strictly speaking, while these illusions were never about the central role of workers, they often saw the world of wok as being of fundamental importance, giving precedence to industry over the primary (agricultural) sector. It was anarcho-syndicalism that fuelled these illusions. Even in recent times there has been much enthusiasm for the CNT’s rise from the ashes, particularly from those who seem to be the most radical entrepreneurs of the new “roads” of reformist anarchism today.</p>
<p>The main concept of this worker centrality (different from that of the marxists, but less so than is commonly believed), was the shadow of the Party.</p>
<p>For a long time the anarchist movement has acted as an organisation of synthesis, that is, like a party.</p>
<p>Not the whole of the anarchist movement, but certainly its organised forms.</p>
<p>Let us take the Italian FAI (Federazione anarchica italiana) for example. To this day it is an organisation of synthesis. It is based on a programme, its periodical Congresses are the central focus for its activity, and it looks to reality outside from the point of view of a “connecting” centre, ie, as being the synthesis between the reality outside the movement (revolutionary reality), and that within the specific anarchist movement.</p>
<p>Of course, some comrades would object that these remarks are too general, but they cannot deny that the mentality which sustains the relation of synthesis that a specific anarchist organisation establishes with the reality outside the movement, is one that is very close to the “party” mentality.</p>
<p>Good intentions are not enough.</p>
<p>Well, this mentality has faded. Not only among younger comrades who want an open and <em>informal</em> relationship with the revolutionary movement, but, more important, it has faded in social reality itself.</p>
<p>If industrial conditions of production made the syndicalist struggle reasonable, as it did the marxist methods and those of the libertarian organisations of synthesis, today, in a post-industrial perspective, in a reality that has changed profoundly, the only possible strategy for anarchists is an informal one. By this we mean groups of comrades who come together with precise objectives, on the basis of affinity, and contribute to creating mass structures which set themselves intermediate aims, while constructing the minimal conditions for transforming situations of simple riot into those of insurrection.</p>
<p>The party of marxism is dead. That of the anarchists too. When I read criticisms such as those made recently by the social ecologists who speak of the death of anarchism, I realise it is a question of language, as well as of lack of ability to examine problems inside the anarchist movement, a limitation, moreover, that is pointed out by these comrades themselves. What is dead for them—and also for me—is the anarchism that thought it could be the organisational point of reference for the next revolution, that saw itself as a structure of synthesis aimed at generating the multiple forms of human creativity directed at breaking up State structures of consensus and repression. What is dead is the static anarchism of the traditional organisations, based on claiming better conditions, and having quantitive goals. The idea that social revolution is something that must necessarily result from our struggles has proved to be unfounded. It might, but then again it might not.</p>
<p>Determinism is dead, and the blind law of cause and effect with it. The revolutionary means we employ, including insurrection, do not necessarily lead to social revolution. The casual model so dear to the positivists of the last century does not in reality exist.</p>
<p>The revolution becomes possible precisely for that reason.</p>
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<h4>Speed and multiplicity</h4>
<p>The reduction of time in data-transmission means the acceleration of programmed decision-making. If this time is reduced to zero (as happens in electronic “real time”), programmed decisions are not only accelerated but are also transformed. They become something different.</p>
<p>By modifying projects, elements of productive investments are also modified, transferring themselves from traditional capital (mainly intellectual).</p>
<p>The management of the different is one of the fundamental elements of real time. By perfecting the relationship between politics and economy, putting an end to the contradictions produced by competition, by organising consensus and, more importantly, by programming all this in a perspective of real time, the power structure cuts off a large part of society: the part of the <em>excluded</em>.</p>
<p>The greatly increased speed of productive operations will more than anything else give rise to a cultural and linguistic modification. Here lies the greatest danger for the ghettoised.</p>
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<h4>End of reformism, end of the party</h4>
<p>The party is based on the reformist hypothesis. This requires a community of language, if not of interest. That happened with parties and also with trade unions. Community of language translated itself into a fictitious class opposition that was characterised by a request for improvements on the one hand, and resistance to conceding them on the other.</p>
<p>To ask for something requires a language “in common” with whoever has what we are asking for.</p>
<p>Now the global repressive project is aimed at breaking up this community. Not with the walls of special prisons, ghettoes, satellite cities or big industrial centres; but, on the contrary, by decentralising production, improving services, applying ecological principles to production, all with the most absolute segregation of the excluded.</p>
<p>And this segregation will be obtained by progressively depriving them of the language that they possessed in common with the rest of society.</p>
<p>There will be nothing left to ask.</p>
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<h4>The dumb excluded</h4>
<p>In an era that could still be defined as industrial, consensus was based on the possibility of participating in the benefits of production. In an era where capital’s capacity to change is practically infinite, the capital/State duo will require a language of its own, separate from that of the <em>excluded</em> in order to best achieve its new perspective.</p>
<p>The inaccessability of the dominant language will become a far more effective means of segregation than the tradition al confines of the ghetto. The increasing difficulty in attaining the dominant language will gradually make it become absolutely “other”. From that moment it will disappear from the desires of the <em>excluded</em> and remain ignored by them. From that moment on the <em>included</em> will be “other” for the <em>excluded</em> and vice versa.</p>
<p>This process of exclusion is essential to the repressive project. Fundamental concepts of the past, such as solidarity, communism, revolution, anarchy, based their validity on the common recognition of the concept of equality. But for the inhabitants of the castle of Teutonic knights the <em>excluded</em> will not be men, but simply things, objects to be bought or sold in the same way as the slaves were for our predecessors.</p>
<p>We do not feel equality towards the dog, because it limits itself to barking, it does not “speak” our language. We can be fond of it, but necessarily feel it to be “other”, and we do not spare much thought for its kind, at least not at the level of all dogs, preferring to attach ourselves to the dog that provides us with its obedience, affection, or its fierceness towards our enemies.</p>
<p>A similar process will take place in relation to all those who do not share our language. Here we must not confuse language with “tongue”. Our progressive and revolutionary tradition has taught us that all men are equal over and above differences of mother tongue. We are speaking here of a possible repressive development that would deprive the <em>excluded</em> of the very possibility of communicating with the <em>included</em>. By greatly reducing the utility of the written word, and gradually replacing books and newspapers with images, colours and music, for example, the power structure of tomorrow could construct a language aimed at the <em>excluded</em> alone. They, in turn, would be able to create different, even creative, means of linguistic reproduction, but always with their own codes and quite cut out of any contact with the code of the <em>included</em>, therefore from any possibility of understanding the world of the latter. And it is a short step from incomprehension to disinterest and mental closure.</p>
<p>Reformism is therefore in its death throes. It will no longer be possible to make claims, because no one will know what to ask for from a world that has ceased to interest us or to tell us anything comprehensible.</p>
<p>Cut off from the language of the <em>included</em>, the <em>excluded</em> will also be cut off from their new technology. Perhaps they will live in a better, more desirable world, with less danger of apocalyptic conflicts, and eventually, less economically caused tension. But there will be an increase in irrational tension.</p>
<p>From the most peripheral areas of the planet, where in spite of “real time” the project of exploitation will always meet obstacles of an ethnic or geographical nature, to the more central areas where class divisions are more rigid, economically based conflict will give way to conflictuality of an irrational nature.</p>
<p>In their projects of control the <em>included</em> are aiming at general consensus by reducing the economic difficulties of the <em>excluded</em>. They could supply them with a prefabricated language to allow a partial and sclerotised use of some of the dominant technology. They could also allow them a better quality of life. But they will not be able to prevent the outbursts of irrational violence that arise from feeling useless, from boredom and from the deadly atmosphere of the ghetto.</p>
<p>For example in Britain, always a step ahead in the development of capital’s repressive projects, it is already possible to see the beginning of this tendency. The State certainly does not guarantee survival, there is an incredible amount of poverty and unemployment, but the riots that regularly break out there are started by young people—especially West Indian—who know they are definitively cut off from a world that is already strange to them, from which they can borrow a few objects or ways of doing things, but where they are already beginning to feel “other”.</p>
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<h4>From irrational riot to conscious insurrection</h4>
<p>The mass movements that make such an impression on some of our comrades today because of their dangerous and—in their opinion—uselessness, are signs of the direction that the struggles of tomorrow will take.</p>
<p>Even now many young people are no longer able to evaluate the situation in which they find themselves. Deprived of that minimum of culture that school once provided, bombarded by messages containing aimless gratuitous violence, they are pushed in a thousand ways towards impetuous, irrational and spontaneous rebellion, and deprived of the “political” objectives that past generations believed they could see with such clarity.</p>
<p>The “sites” and expressions of these collective explosions vary a great deal. The occasions also. In each case, however, they can be traced to an intolerance of the society of death managed by the capital/State partnership.</p>
<p>It is pointless to fear those manifestations because of the traditional ideas we have of revolutionary action within mass movements.</p>
<p>It is not a question of being afraid but of passing to action right away before it is too late.</p>
<p>A great deal of material is now available on techniques of conscious insurrection—to which I myself have made a contribution—from which comrades may realise the superficiality and inconclusiveness of certain preconceived ideas that tend to confuse instead of clarify.</p>
<p>Briefly, we reaffirm that the insurrectionary method can only be applied by informal anarchist organisations. These must be capable of establishing, and participating in the functioning of, base structures (mass organisations) whose clear aim is to attack and destroy the objectives set by power, by applying the principles of self-management, permanent struggle and direct action.</p>
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<h2>Spoken contribution to anarchist conference held in Milan on October 13 1985, on the theme “Anarchism and insurrectional project”</h2>
<p>In organising a conference like this there’s a strange contradiction between its formal aspect—such a beautiful hall (though that’s a matter of taste), finding ourselves like this, with me up here and so many comrades down there, some I know well, others less so—and the substantial aspect of discussing a problem, or rather a project, that foresees the destruction of all this. It’s like someone wanting to do two things at once.</p>
<p>This is the contradiction of life itself. We are obliged to use the instruments of the ruling class for a project that is subversive and destructive. We face a real situation that is quite terrible, and in our heads we have a project of dreams.</p>
<p>Anarchists have many projects. They are usually very creative, but at the centre of this creativity lies a destructive project that isn’t just a dream, a nightmarish dream, but is something based upon, and verified in, the social process around us.</p>
<p>In reality we must presume that this society, lacerated and divided by oppositions and contra dictions, is moving, if not exactly towards one final destructive explosion, at least towards a series of small destructive eruptions.</p>
<p>In his nightmares this is what the man in the street imagines insurrection to be. People armed, burning cars, buildings destroyed, babies crying, mothers looking for lost children. The great problem is that on this subject the thinking of many anarchists is also not very clear. I have of ten spoken to comrades about the problems of insurrectional and revolutionary struggle, and I realise that the same models exist in their minds. What is of ten visualised are the barricades of the eighteenth century, the Paris Commune, or scenes from the French Revolution.</p>
<p>Certainly, insurrection involves this, but not this alone. The insurrectional and revolutionary process is this but also something more. We are here today precisely to try and understand this a little better. Let’s leave the external aspects of the problem, look one another in the eye, and try thinking about this for a few minutes.</p>
<p>Let us get rid of the idea of insurrection as barricades and instead see in what way the instrument “insurrection” can be observed in reality today, that is, in a reality which is undergoing a rapid and profound transformation.</p>
<p>Today we are not in 1871, nor 1830, nor ’48. Nor are we at the end of the eighteenth century. We are in a situation where industrial production is in transformation, a situation usually described by a phrase, which for convenience we can also use, a “post-industrial” situation.</p>
<p>Some comrades who have reached this analysis, and who have thought about the profound changes that are taking place in the productive situation today, have come to the conclusion that certain old revolutionary models are no longer valid, so that it is necessary to find new ways which not only replace these models, but substantially deny them, and they propose new forms of intervention.</p>
<p>Put this way things seem more logical, in fact, fascinating. Why should one endorse a cheque that expired 100 years ago? Who would ever think that the models of revolutionary intervention of 150 years ago, or even 200 years ago, could still be valid? Of course we are all easily impressed by new roads and new ways of intervening in reality, by creativity and by the new directions that the objective situation today puts at our disposal. But wait a moment.</p>
<p>We don’t intend to use literary quotations here. But someone once said that the capacity of the revolutionary was to grasp as much of the future as possible with what still exists from the past. To marry the knife of our ancestors with the computer of the future. How does this come about?</p>
<p>Not because we are nostalgic for a world where man went to attack his enemy with a knife between his teeth, but quite the contrary, because we consider the revolutionary instruments of the past to be still valid today. Not because of any decision by a minority who take them up and establish this validity demagogically with out caring what people might think; but because the capacity of the people to find simple means readily at hand, to support any explosion of re actions to repression, represents the traditional strength of every popular uprising.</p>
<p>Let’s try to take things in order. There was always something that did not work right with the capitalist project. All those who have ever had anything to do with economic or political. analysis have been forced to admit this. Capital’s utopia contains something technically mistaken, that is, it wants to do three things that contradict one other: to assure the wellbeing of a minority, exploit the majority to the limits of survival, and prevent insurgence by the latter in the name of their rights.</p>
<p>In the history of capitalism various solutions have been found, but there have been critical moments when capital has been obliged to find other solutions. The American crisis between the two wars, to give a fairly recent example: a great crisis of capitalist over-production, a tragic moment linked to other marginal problems that capital had had to face. How did it manage to solve the problem? By entering the phase of mass consumerism, in other words by proposing a project of integration and participation that led—after the experience of the second world war—to an extension of consumerism and thus to an increase in production.</p>
<p>But why did that crisis raise such serious problems for capital? Because until recently capital could not bring about production with out recourse to huge investment. Let us underline the word “until yesterday”, when capital had to introduce what are known as <em>economies of scale</em>, and invest considerable amounts of financial capital in order to realise necessary changes in production. If a new type of domestic appliance or a new model of ear was required, investment was in the order of hundreds of millions.</p>
<p>This situation confronted capital with the spectre of overproduction and with the need to co-opt more and more of the popular strata into massive acquisition. Anyone can see that this could not go on for ever, for sooner or later the game had to end in social violence. In fact the myriad of interventions by capital and State in their attempts to co-opt turned out to be short-lived. Many will remember how ten or fifteen years ago the economists called for economic planning and the possibility of finding work for everyone. That all went up in smoke. The fact is that they were then—note the past tense—moving towards situations of increasing tension. The next stage proposed by capital was to have State structures intervene in capitalist management, that is, to transform the State from simple armed custodian of capital’s interests into a productive element within capitalism itself. In other words from cashier to banker. In this way, a considerable transformation took place, because the contradictions of economic competition that were beginning to show themselves to be fatal could be overcome by the introduction of consumerism into the strata of the proletariat.</p>
<p>Today we are faced with a different situation, and I ask you to reflect on the importance of this, comrades, because it is precisely the new perspective that is now opening up in the face of repression and capital’s new techniques for maintaining consensus, that makes a new revolutionary project possible.</p>
<p>What has changed? What is it that characterises post industrial reality?</p>
<p>What I am about to describe must be understood as a “line of development”. It is not a question of capital suddenly deciding to engineer a transformation from the decision making centres of the productive process, and doing so in a very short space of time. Such a project would be fantastic, unreal. In fact, something like a half-way solution is taking place.</p>
<p>We must bear this in mind when speaking of post-industrial reality because we don’t want—as has already happened—some comrade to say: wait a moment, I come from the most backward part of Sicily where still today labourers are taken on every Sunday by foremen who appear in the piazza offering them work at 5000 Lire per day (about two pounds and fifty pence). Certainly, this happens, and worse. But the revolutionary must bear those things in mind and at the same time be aware of the most advanced points of reference in the capitalist project. Because, if we were only to take account of the most backward situations we would not be revolutionaries, but simply recuperators and reformists capable only of pushing the power structure towards perfecting the capitalist project.</p>
<p>To return to our theme, what is it that distinguishes post-industrial from industrial reality? Industrial reality was obviously based on capital, on the concept that at the centre of production there was investment, and that that investment had to be considerable. Today, with new programming techniques, a change in the aim of capitalist production is quite simple. It is merely a question of changing computer programmes.</p>
<p>Let’s examine this question carefully. Two robots in an industry can take the place of 100 workers. Once, the whole production line had to be changed in order to alter production. The 100 workers were not able to grasp the new productive project instantly. Today the line is modified through one important element alone. A simple operation in computer programming can change the robots of today in to those of tomorrow at low cost. From the productive point of view capital’s capacity is no longer based on the resources of financial capital, on investment in other words, but is essentially based on intellectual capital, on the enormous accumulation of productive capacity that is being realised in the field of computer science, the new development in technology that allows such changes.</p>
<p>Capital no longer needs to rely on the traditional worker as an element in carrying out production. This element becomes secondary in that the principal factor in production becomes intellectual capital’s capacity for change. So capital no longer needs to make huge investments or to store considerable stocks in order to regain its initial outlay. It does not need to put pressure on the market and can distribute productive units over wide areas, so avoiding the great industrial centres of the past. It can prevent pollution. We will be able to have dean seas, dean air, better distribution of resources. Think, comrades, reflect on how much of the material that has been supplied to the capitalists by ecologists will be used against us in the future. What a lot of work has been done for the benefit of capital’s future plans. We will probably see industry spread over whole territories without the great centres like Gela, Syracuse, Genova, Milan, etc. These will cease to exist.</p>
<p>Computer programming in some skyscraper in Milan, for example, will put production into effect in Melbourne, Detroit or anywhere else. What will this make possible? On the one hand, capital will be able to create a better world, one that is qualitatively different, a better life. But who for rrhat is the problem. Certainly not for everybody. If capital was really capable of achieving this qualitatively better world for everyone, then we could all go home—we would all be supporters of the capitalist ideology. The fact is that it can only be realised for some, and that this privileged strata will become more restricted in the future than it was in the past. The privileged of the future will find themselves in a similar situation to the Teutonic knights of mediaeval times, supporting an ideology aimed at founding a minority of “equals”—of “equally” privileged—inside the castle, surrounded by wall s and by the poor, who will obviously try continually to get inside.</p>
<p>Now this group of privileged will not just be the big capitalists, but a social strata that extends down to the upper middle cadres. A very broad strata, even if it is restricted when compared to the great number of the exploited. However, let’s not forget that we are speaking of a project that exists only in tendency.</p>
<p>This strata can be defined as the “included”, composed of those who will close themselves inside this castle. Do you think they will surround themselves with walls, barbed wire, armies, guards or police? I don’t think so.</p>
<p>Because the prison walls, the ghetto, the dormitory suburb and repression as a whole: police and torture—all of those things that are quite visible today, where comrades and proletarians all over the world continue to die under torture—well, all this could undergo considerable changes in the next few years. It is important to realise that five or ten years today corresponds to 100 years not long ago. The capitalist project is travelling at such speed that it has a geometric progression unequalled to anything that has happened before. The kind of change that took place between the beginning of the 60’s and 1968 takes place in only a few months today.</p>
<p>So what will the privileged try to do? They will try to cut the <em>excluded</em> off from the <em>included</em>. Cut off in what way? By cutting off communication.</p>
<p>This is a central concept of the repression of the future, a concept which, in my opinion, should be examined as deeply as possible. To <em>cut off communication</em> means two things. To construct a <em>reduced</em> language that is modest and has an absolutely elementary code to supply to the excluded so that they can use the computer terminals. Something extremely simple that will keep them quiet. And to provide the included, on the other hand, with a language of “the included”, so that their world will go towards that utopia of privilege and capital that is sought more or less everywhere. That will be the real wall: the lack of a common language. This will be the real prison wall, one that is not easily scaled.</p>
<p>This problem presents various interesting aspects. Above all there is the situation of the included themselves. Let us not forget that in this world of privilege there will be people who in the past have had a wide revolutionary-ideological experience, and they may not enjoy their situation of privilege tomorrow, feeling themselves asphyxiated inside the Teutonic castle. These will be the first thorn in the side of the capitalist project. The class<em>homecomers</em>, that is, those who abandon their class. Who were the<em>homecomers</em> of the class of yesterday? I, myself, once belonged to the class of the privileged. I abandoned it to become “a comrade among comrades”, from privileged of yesterday to revolutionary of today. But what have I brought with me? I have brought my Humanist culture, my ideological culture. I can only give you words. But the homecomer of tomorrow, the revolutionary who abandons tomorrow’s privileged class, will bring technology with him, because one of the characteristics of tomorrow’s capitalist project and one of the essential conditions for it to remain standing, will be a distribution of knowledge that is no longer pyramidal but horizontal. Capital will need to distribute knowledge in a more reasonable and equal way—but always with in the class of the included. Therefore the deserters of tomorrow will bring with them a considerable number of usable elements from a revolutionary point of view.</p>
<p>And the excluded? Will they continue to keep quiet? In fact, what will they be able to ask for once communication has been cut off? To ask for something, it is necessary to know what to ask for. I cannot have an idea based on suffering and the lack of something of whose existence I know nothing, which means absolutely nothing to me and which does not stimulate my desires. The severing of a common language will make the reformism of yesterday—the piecemeal demand for better conditions and the reduction of repression and exploitation—completely outdated. Reformism was based on the common language that existed between exploited and exploiter. If the languages are different, nothing more can be asked for. Nothing interests me about something I do not understand, which I know nothing about. So, the realisation of the capitalist project of the future of this post-industrial project as it is commonly imagined—will essentially be based on keeping the exploited quiet. It will give them a code of behaviour based on very simple elements so as to allow them to use the telephone, television, computer terminals, and all the other objects that will satisfy the basic, primary, tertiary and other needs of the excluded and at the same time ensure that they are kept under control. This will be a painless rather than a bloody procedure. Torture will come to an end. No more bloodstains on the wall. That will stop—up to a certain point, of course. There will be situations where it will continue. But, in general, a cloak of silence will fall over the excluded.</p>
<p>However, there is one flaw in all this. Rebellion in man is not tied to need alone, to being aware of the lack of something and struggling against it. If you think about it this is a purely illuminist concept which was later developed by English philosophical ideology—Bentham and co.—who spoke from a Utilitarian perspective. For the past 150 years our ideological propaganda has been based on these rational foundations, asking why it is that we lack something, and why it is right that we should have something because we are all equal; but, comrades, what they are going to cut along with language is the concept of equality, humanity, fraternity. The included of tomorrow will not feel himself humanly and fraternally similar to the excluded but will see him as something <em>other</em>. The excluded of tomorrow will be outside the Teutonic castle and will not see the included as his possible post revolutionary brother of tomorrow. They will be two different things. In the same way that today I consider my dog “different” because it does not “speak” to me but barks. Of course I love my dog, I like him, he is useful to me, he guards me, is friendly, wags his tail; but I cannot imagine struggling for equality between the human and the canine races. All that is far beyond my imagination, is <em>other</em>. Tragically, this separation of languages could also be possible in the future. And, indeed, what will be supplied to the <em>excluded</em>, what will make up that limited code, if not what is already becoming visible: sounds, images, colours. Nothing of that traditional code that was based on the word, on analysis and common language. Bear in mind that this traditional code was the foundation on which the illuminist and progressive analysis of the transformation of reality was made, an analysis which still today constitutes the basis of revolutionary ideology, whether authoritarian or anarchist (there is no difference as far as the point of departure is concerned). We anarchists are still tied to the progressive concept of being able to bring about change with words. But if capital cuts out the word, things will be very different. We all have experience of the fact that many young people today do not read at all. They can be reached through music and images (television, cinema, comics). But these techniques, as those more competent than myself could explain, have one notable possibility—in the hands of power—which is to reach the irrational feelings that exist inside all of us. In other words, the value of rationality as a means of persuasion and in developing self-awareness that could lead us to attack the class enemy will decline, I don’t say completely, but significantly.</p>
<p>So, on what basis will the excluded act? (Because, of course, they will continue to act). They will act on strong irrational impulses.</p>
<p>Comrades, I urge you to think about certain phenomena that are already happening today, especially in Great Britain, a country which from the capitalist point of view has always been the vanguard and still holds that position today. The phenomena of spontaneous, irrational riots.</p>
<p>At this point we must fully understand the difference between riot and insurrection, something that many comrades do not do. A riot is a movement of people which contains strong irrational characteristics. It could start for any reason at all: because some bloke in the street gets arrested, because the police kill someone in a raid, or even because of a fight between football fans. There is no point in being afraid of this phenomenon. Do you know why we are afraid? Because we are the carriers of the ideology of progress and illuminism. Because we believe the certainties we hold are capable of guaranteeing that we are right, and that these people are irrational—even fascist—provocateurs, people whom it is necessary to keep silent at all costs.</p>
<p>Things are quite different. In the future there will be more and more of these situations of subversive riots that are irrational and unmotivated. I feel fear spreading among comrades in the face of this reality, a desire to go back to methods based on the values of the past and the rational capacity to clarify. But I don’t believe it will be possible to carry on using such methods for very long. Certainly we will continue to bring out our papers, our books, our written analyses, but those with the linguistic means to read and understand them will be fewer in number.</p>
<p>What is causing this situation? A series of realities that are potentially insurrectional or objectively anything but insurrectional. And what should our task be? To continue arguing with the methods of the past? Or to try moving these spontaneous riot situations in an effective insurrectional direction capable of attacking not just the included, who remain with in their Teutonic castle, but also the actual mechanism that is cutting out language. In future we shall have to work towards instruments in a revolutionary and insurrectional vein that can be read by the excluded.</p>
<p>Let us speak clearly. We cannot accomplish the immense task of building an alternative school capable of supplying rational instruments to people no longer able to use them. We cannot, that is, replace the work that was once done by the opposition when what it required was a common language. Now that the owners and dispensers of the capacity to rationalise have cut communication, we cannot construct an alternative. That would be identical to many illusions of the past. We can simply use the same instruments (images, sounds, etc) in such a way as to transmit concepts capable of contributing towards turning situations of riot into insurrection. This is work that we can do, that we must begin today. This is the way we intend insurrection.</p>
<p>Contrary to what many comrades imagine—that we belong to the eighteenth century and are obsolete—I believe that we are truly capable of establishing this slender air-bridge between the tools of the past and the dimensions of the future. Certainly it will not be easy to build. The first enemy to be defeated, that within ourselves, comes from our aversion to situations that scare us, attitudes we do not understand, and discourses that are incomprehensible to an old rationalist like myself.</p>
<p>Yet it is necessary to make an effort. Many comrades have called for an attack in the footsteps of the Luddites 150 years ago. Certainly to attack is always a great thing, but Luddism has seen its day. The Luddites had a common language with those who owned the machines. There was a common language between the owners of the first factories and the proletariat who refused and resisted inside them. One side ate and the other did not, but apart from this by no means negligible difference, they had a common language. Reality today is tragically different. And it will be increasingly different in the future. It will therefore be necessary to develop conditions so that these riots do not find themselves unprepared. Because, comrades, let us be clear about this, it is not true that we can only prepare ourselves psychologically; go through spiritual exercises, then present ourselves in real situations with our flags. That is impossible. The proletariat, or whatever you want to call them, the excluded who are rioting, will push us away as peculiar and suspect external visitors. Suspicious. What on earth can we have in common with those acting anonymously against the absolute uselessness of their own lives and not because of need and scarcity? With those who react even though they have colour TV at home, video, telephone and many other consumer objects; who are able to eat, yet still react? What can we say to them? Perhaps what the anarchist organisations of synthesis said in the last century? Malatesta’s insurrectionalist discourse? This is what is obsolete. That kind of insurrectional argument is obsolete. We must therefore find a different way very quickly.</p>
<p>And a different way has first of all to be found within ourselves, through an effort to overcome the old habits inside us and our incapacity to understand the new. Be certain that Power understands this perfectly and is educating the new generations to accept submission through a series of subliminal messages. But this submission is an illusion.</p>
<p>When riots break out we should not be there as <em>visitors</em> to a spectacular event, and because in any case, we are anarchists and the event fills us with satisfaction. We must be there as the realisers of a project that has been examined and gone into in detail be forehand.</p>
<p>What can this project be? That of organising with the excluded, no longer on an ideological basis, no longer through reasoning exclusively based on the old concepts of the class struggle, but on the basis of something immediate and capable of connecting with reality, with different realities. There must be areas in your own situations where tensions are being generated. Contact with these situations, if it continues on an ideological basis, will end up having you pushed out. Contact must be on a different basis, organised but different. This cannot be done by any large organisation with its traditionally illuministic or romantic claim to serve as a point of reference and synthesis in a host of different situations; it can only be done by an organisation that is agile, flexible and able to adapt. An <em>informal organisation</em> of anarchist comrades—a specific organisation composed of comrades having an anarchist class consciousness but who recognise the limits of the old models and propose different, more flexible models instead. They must touch reality, develop a dear analysis and make it known, perhaps using the instruments of the future, not just the instruments of the past. Let us remember that the difference between the instruments of the future and of the past does not lie in putting a few extra photographs in our papers. It is not simply a matter of giving a different, more humorous or less pedantic edge to our writing, but of truly understanding what the instruments of the future are, of studying and going into them, because it is this that will make it possible to construct the insurrectional instruments of the future to put alongside the knife that our predecessors carried between their teeth. In this way the air-bridge we mentioned earlier can be built.</p>
<p>Informal organisation, therefore, that establishes a simple discourse presented without grand objectives, and without claiming, as many do, that every intervention must lead to social revolution, otherwise what sort of anarchists would we be? Be sure comrades, that social revolution is not just around the corner, that the road has many corners, and is very long. Agile interventions, therefore, even with limited objectives, capable of striking in anticipation the same objectives that are established by the excluded. An organisation which is capable of being “inside” the reality of the subversive riot at the moment it happens to transform it into an objectively insurrectional reality by indicating objectives, means and constructive conclusions. This is the insurrectional task. Other roads are impassable today.</p>
<p>Certainly, it is still possible to go along the road of the organisation of synthesis, of propaganda, anarchist educationism and debate—as we are doing just now of course—because, as we said, this is a question of a project in tendency, of attempting to understand something about a capitalist project which is in development. But, as anarchist revolutionaries, we are obliged to bear in mind this line of development and to prepare ourselves from this moment on to transform irrational situations of riot into an insurrectional and revolutionary reality.</p></div>
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<title><![CDATA[Deck Building 101: ELO]]></title>
<link>http://ureliteteam.wordpress.com/?p=100</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 12:37:04 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>jade</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[With the banning of Lyse Teria, Zatman and Alec the ELO environment got a complete makeover gone are]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>With the banning of Lyse Teria, Zatman and Alec the ELO environment got a complete makeover gone are the days where clans with attack modifying bonus ruled the scene. Nowadays Roots, Bangers, Pussycats and GHEIST are the top tier clans.</p>
<p>Today I going to show some ELO deck that I have found in the public presets which caught my attention.</p>
<p><strong>Bangers - Montana</strong></p>
<p><a href="http://ureliteteam.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/untitled-1.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-101" src="http://ureliteteam.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/untitled-1.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="194" /></a></p>
<p><strong>Bangers - Roots</strong></p>
<p><a href="http://ureliteteam.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/untitled-2.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-102" src="http://ureliteteam.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/untitled-2.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="194" /></a></p>
<p><strong>Bangers - Pussycats</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://ureliteteam.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/untitled-4.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-103 aligncenter" src="http://ureliteteam.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/untitled-4.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="191" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><strong>GHEIST - Nightmare</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align:left;"><strong>GHESIT - Piranas</strong></p>
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<link>http://dehan.wordpress.com/?p=18</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 00:49:35 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>dehan</dc:creator>
<guid>http://dehan.wordpress.com/?p=18</guid>
<description><![CDATA[The room is very high. Its walls are wet painted with white chalk colour.
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The room is very high. Its walls are wet painted with white chalk colour.<br />
It smells for spices from different countries.<br />
There is an antiquated laid bricks baking oven . A port like an archway.<br />
Inside is crackling a brightly fire of birch branches.</p>
<p>Glistening fishes and other seafood lying on huge marble tables.<br />
Black green lobsters embedded with a film of thin ice.<br />
But they are still slow waving. Beside it, fresh herbs, tarragon,<br />
basil, thyme and chervil, I recognize. All covered with sparkling<br />
dewdrops.<!--more--></p>
<p>On a silver tray are lying cream coloured scoops dimensioned like<br />
filled chocolates. Remind me in mozzarella. I test one of them .<br />
To my surprise, it bursts in my mouth and an intensive taste of<br />
coconut pours about my tongue.</p>
<p>Aside stands a table with a big kampala wooden plate .I behold<br />
two clubs of beef. Very good mellowed. Wrapped with pearl coloured<br />
to yellow-white fat. The lock bone is already removed<br />
Paradoxically are sticking wet bloody traces at some edges of fat.</p>
<p>A high folding door is opened. A white haired scraggy man is approaching.<br />
He wears a red steward jacket, black trousers and on his left arm a<br />
white service rag. From the hall behind him sounds a chorus of cheerful<br />
voices, tingling glasses and light clear women laughing.</p>
<p>" The guests are arrived " he said . " 99 people and every single one,<br />
likes to have a different dish."<br />
" Wonderful " I answered. " however where is the kitchen brigade ? "</p>
<p>His air becomes rigid. The blue-grey eyes are viewing me penetratingly.<br />
His voice is getting deep and frowningly.</p>
<p>" YOU ARE THE COOK ! "</p>
<p>My knees start swimming The air that I breath becomes odious warm.<br />
My focus is going to be narrow. I only see a small grey-white disc<br />
with bluish spots in front of deep black. My head is striking to the stone floor</p>
<p>Simultaneously i am scaring myself, wide awake in my bed.</p>
<p>Who the fuck sent me such a tremendous nightmare.</p>
<p><a href="http://dehan.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/nightmare.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-19" src="http://dehan.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/nightmare.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="300" /></a></p>
<p>nightmare , oil on canvas 80 / 60 cm</p>
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<p><em>A sala é muito alta. .Suas paredes foram a pouco pintadas de branco-giz. </em></p>
<p><em>Perfume de especiarias de diferentes países.<br />
Um antigo forno de tijolos está lá. Uma abertura em forma de arco. Dentro<br />
pedaços de madeira estão estalando num fogo ardente.</em></p>
<p><em>Peixes brilhantes e outros frutos do mar estão sobre enormes mesas de<br />
mármore. Lagostas preto-esverdeadas estão envolvidas por uma fina<br />
camada de gelo. Mas ainda se mexem um pouco. Ao seu lado, ervas frescas.<br />
Reconheço: estragão, manjericão, tomilho, cerefólio. Tudo coberto com<br />
gotas frescas de orvalho.</em></p>
<p><em>Numa bandeja de prata estão porções de creme colorido como chocolates<br />
recheados. Lembram-me mussarela. Experimento uma delas.<br />
Para minha surpresa, queima minha boca e um gosto<br />
intenso de côco brota na minha língua.</em></p>
<p><em>De lado, uma mesa com um grande prato de madeira 'kampala'. Vejo dois<br />
pedaços de carne. Muito tenros . Enrolados com gordura de côr aperolada a<br />
branco-amarelada. O osso já foi removido. Paradoxalmente aparecem<br />
alguns traços de sangue em alguns pedaços de gordura.</em></p>
<p><em>Uma grande porta dupla se abre. Um homem de cabelos brancos descarnado se<br />
aproxima. Usa uma jaqueta de garçom vermelha, uma calça preta e no seu<br />
braço esquerdo um guardanapo branco. Do salão atrás dele ouve-se um coro<br />
de vozes animadas, copos tilintando e a clara risada de mulheres.</em></p>
<p><em>"Os convidados chegaram" ele diz. " 99 pessoas e cada um quer um prato<br />
diferente ".<br />
"Maravilha" eu respondo. " entretanto, onde estão os cozinheiros?"</em></p>
<p><em>Seu jeito se torna rígido. Os olhos cinza-azulados olham-me de modo<br />
penetrante.<br />
Sua voz torna-se profunda e áspera.</em></p>
<p><em>"VOCÊ É O COZINHEIRO!"</em></p>
<p><em>Meus joelhos começam a balançar. O ar que respiro torna-se<br />
desagradavelmente quente.<br />
Meu foco se estreita. Vejo apenas um pequeno disco branco-acinzentado com<br />
pontos azulados frente ao fundo preto. Minha cabeça bate no chão de pedra.</em></p>
<p><em>No mesmo instante estou apavorado, totalmente acordado na minha cama.</em></p>
<p><em>Quem foi o desgraçado que me mandou este terrível pesadelo!</em></p>
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<p>Der Raum ist sehr hoch, seine Wände sind frisch weiss gekalkt.<br />
Es riecht nach Gewürzen aus den unterschiedlichsten Ländern.<br />
Einen altertümlich gemauerten Steinbackofen gibt es. Mit einer Öffnung<br />
wie ein Torbogen. Darin prasselt ein helles Birkenholzfeuer.</p>
<p>Auf grossen Marmortischen liegen glänzende Fische und anderes<br />
Meeresgetier. Schwarzgrünliche Hummer mit einer dünnen glasigen<br />
Eisschicht überzogen aber sie bewegen sich noch.<br />
Daneben frische Kräuter, Estragon, Basilikum,Thymian und Kerbel<br />
erkenne ich. Alle mit funkelnden Tautröpfchen bedeckt.</p>
<p>Auf einem Silbertablett liegen weisse pralinengrosse mattglänzende<br />
Kugeln. Sehen aus wie Mozzarella. Ich nehme eine und probiere.<br />
Zu meiner Überraschung zerplatzt sie im Mund und ein intensiver<br />
Kokosgeschmack ergiesst sich über meine Zunge.</p>
<p>Etwas abseits auf einem Tisch mit dicker Kampalaholzplatte sehe ich<br />
zwei Rinderkeulen. Gut gereift in perlfarbenes bis gelblich<br />
weisses Fett eingewickelt. Der Schlossknochen ist schon entfernt.<br />
Seltsamerweise haften an manchen Fettwülsten noch frische<br />
Blutspuren.</p>
<p>Eine hohe Flügeltür öffnet sich und ein weisshaariger dürrer Mann,<br />
mit roter Kellnerjacke , dunklen Hosen und einem weissen Serviertuch<br />
über dem linken Arm, kommt auf mich zu.<br />
Aus dem Saal hinter ihm vernehme ich ein fröhliches Stimmengewirr,<br />
Gläserklingen und helles Frauenlachen.</p>
<p>"Die Gäste sind da." sagt er " Es sind 99 Personen und jeder möchte<br />
ein anderes Gericht. "<br />
" Wunderbar ! " antworte ich " aber wo ist die Küchenbrigade ? "<br />
Sein Blick wird starr seine graublauen Augen schauen mich<br />
durchdringend an. Die Stimme wird tief und bedrohlich.</p>
<p>" Du bist der Koch ! "</p>
<p>Meine Knie werden weich. Die Luft in meinen Nasenflügeln wird<br />
ekelhaft warm. Mein Blickfeld verengt sich , ich sehe nur noch<br />
eine kleine weisslich graue Scheibe mit bläulichen Flecken<br />
vor tiefschwarzem Hintergrund .<br />
Ich schlage mit dem Kopf hart auf den Steinboden auf.</p>
<p>Gleichzeitig schrecke ich hoch , hellwach in meinem Bett.</p>
<p>Wer zur Hölle schickt mir solch furchtbare Alpträume .</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Pad do Norte Shopping]]></title>
<link>http://insanitycrew.wordpress.com/?p=12</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 20:44:04 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Jean Paulo</dc:creator>
<guid>http://insanitycrew.wordpress.com/?p=12</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Sabemos o sacrifício que está para jogar decentemente na Magic Games do Norte Shopping. O Pad estr]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sabemos o sacrifício que está para jogar decentemente na Magic Games do Norte Shopping. O Pad estraga rápido, a manutenção não é boa e há jogadores que também não colaboram e "judiam" do pad. Bom, mas há um boato de que 5 novos sensores chegariam hoje (7/7 - segunda), para substituir os 5 piores sensores (de acordo com o julgamento deles).</p>
<p>Seria ótimo se algum jogador estivesse por lá na hora da troca, para ajudar na identificação dos sensores ruins, mas é muito difícil isso acontencer porque eles consertam cedo, e quase ninguém, pelo menos da equipe, não consegue ir lá de manhã. Enfim, esperemos para ver o que acontece. Se continuar do jeito que está, já vi que a minha freqüência à Madureira será bem maior este mês õ.O.</p>
<p>Mais duas fotos e dois vídeos ae "garela":</p>
<p><strong>FOTOS:</strong></p>
[wp_caption id="" align="alignnone" width="384" caption="Galera Discutindo"]<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2016/2626444958_f7c3af6d0d_o.jpg"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2016/2626444958_f7c3af6d0d_o.jpg" alt="Galera Discutindo" width="384" height="288" /></a>[/wp_caption]
[wp_caption id="" align="alignnone" width="384" caption="Posando para foto"]<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3014/2626428618_d4b21eeab1_o.jpg"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3014/2626428618_d4b21eeab1_o.jpg" alt="Posando para foto" width="384" height="288" /></a>[/wp_caption]
<p> <strong>VÍDEOS:</strong></p>
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<li><strong><a title="Energizer NM - By Jean" href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=qsUQpfh8zUk" target="_blank">Energizer (NM) - B /sem barra (by Jean)</a></strong></li>
<li><strong><a title="Nice To Meet You NM - By Decco" href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=jKw0E3K4G0o" target="_blank">Nice To Meet You (NM) - A /com barra (By Decco)</a></strong></li>
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<p><span style="color:#999999;"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Obs:</span></strong> havia um erro na visualização das fotos em algumas navegadores (Só ficava certo no IE5.5). Erro corrigido (eu acho õ.O).</span></p>
<p><strong>Abraços e Comentem!!</strong></p>
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<title><![CDATA[The Laughing Assassin?]]></title>
<link>http://keepingtrackalways.wordpress.com/?p=168</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 13:46:11 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Sid</dc:creator>
<guid>http://keepingtrackalways.wordpress.com/?p=168</guid>
<description><![CDATA[What do you think of the ongoing mystery of the so called &#8216;laughing assassin&#8217;..
I think ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What do you think of the ongoing mystery of the so called 'laughing assassin'..<br />
I think I know who that is..<br />
<strong> No! No. I don't.</strong></p>
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<title><![CDATA[The smiling ...no....THE LAUGHING ASSASSIN......(:D)]]></title>
<link>http://vermaessencedelavie.wordpress.com/?p=44</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2008 18:52:04 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>rajpal591</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[In the 18 years of mah existence on d earth i hav com across many characters who behaved in a pretty]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In the 18 years of mah existence on d earth i hav com across many characters who behaved in a pretty normal way nd sum who behaved in a very unusual or i wud call it in a very <strong>outlandish</strong> manner...namely u kno who.....but i wud like to mention here that there was one girl i knew who was pretty normal during childhood but as she approached the age of 16 ....you kno <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">"SWEET SIXTEEN</span></em>"</strong> sumthing went terribly wrong wid her...</p>
<p>That look was devastating, crushing,demolishing i wud say....the very look in her eyes made u feel like a felon, a criminal for the crime which was not commited and then she would raise her hand and keep it on her mouth and have a hearty laugh...and make u feel like a clown....:P</p>
<p> </p>
<p>The brain she possessed ....GOD ...it was strange she wud presume things which were far from being true.......nd then she wud go round the town narrating stories(in which u play a leading role) in such a realistic manner that evrybody would trust her nd u would become the star attraction of the town.......nd after all controversies are created u feel like jumping off a cliff...ask mah dear friends if u don't believe it,they hav had it all..   </p>
<p>Believe me ...she would go on laughing the whole day without ne reason and suddnly many questions will spring in your mind..Why is she laughing??Is she laughing on me??What have i done??Have I done nething wrong?? so on and so forth...... i tell u man she was d worst nightmare u could ever hav....</p>
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<p>She is the assassin,the slayer,the hungry brain sucking creature who will take away ur life.The nxt time u see her ..pls pls stay away....!!!</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Oldest Watercolor]]></title>
<link>http://jenashmen.wordpress.com/?p=163</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2008 17:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[This is a very poor image of the oldest watercolor I can remember doing. I don&#8217;t know where th]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is a very poor image of the oldest watercolor I can remember doing. I don't know where the original painting went,  so it'll have to do. I probobly painted it 2002-ish.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Nightmare’s]]></title>
<link>http://michaellucianojr.wordpress.com/2008/07/05/nightmare%e2%80%99s/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 19:45:17 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>michaellucianojr</dc:creator>
<guid>http://michaellucianojr.wordpress.com/2008/07/05/nightmare%e2%80%99s/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve become a possession of the nightmare. I don&#8217;t know how they&#8217;ve become so stro]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I've become a possession of the nightmare. I don't know how they've become so strong lately, but now it's waking me up early in the morning and not allowing me to fall back to sleep.</p>
<p>This morning I woke up thinking I was on the phone explaining to my mom how my laptop had been stolen from my backpack. I woke up, I looked at my desk, and I got out of bed unable to sleep.</p>
<p>A few days ago, I woke up grabbing my neck because I thought a huge bee was stinging me. It was miserable, and now, I just want to never think about that feeling again, but I keep going back to it.</p>
<p>Thursday morning I woke up at 4:30am and didn't get back to sleep until the next night, but cannot remember the dream which caused the awakening.</p>
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<p>I don't like them the least bit and I am hoping that putting them out here will somehow help me away from them.</p>
<p>Michael</p>
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<title><![CDATA[a father's nightmare]]></title>
<link>http://notmytongue.wordpress.com/?p=35</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 06:23:37 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ferayag</dc:creator>
<guid>http://notmytongue.wordpress.com/?p=35</guid>
<description><![CDATA[how can this rage not explode
when i see her eyes looking 
but not seeing, fixed
but wandering.
she]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>how can this rage not explode<br />
when i see her eyes looking </p>
<p>but not seeing, fixed<br />
but wandering.</p>
<p>she’s everywhere but here,<br />
seeking refuge where i don’t exist<br />
or where i am dead </p>
<p>or just a twig<br />
she feeds to the flame<br />
blue with her wrath.</p>
<p>she has mastered the contours<br />
of my anger and i still grope<br />
along the fence of her defense.  </p>
<p>isn’t silence sweet?<br />
then why the muteness<br />
my voice has summoned drown me now?<br />
where is the shore<br />
of this imploding sea of silence?</p>
<p>how can a clever plan fail?:<br />
trap her in a minor encounter<br />
where even her faintest meow </p>
<p>is enough to unlock her lies<br />
and the torrents of diatribes<br />
i have long nurtured.</p>
<p>but how can i bear her empty stare,<br />
her frozen gaze that sets me ablaze?</p>
<p>o, how i seethe seeing her lips smirk</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Nightmare...]]></title>
<link>http://koekeloeren.wordpress.com/?p=1189</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 22:04:52 +0000</pubDate>
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<guid>http://koekeloeren.wordpress.com/?p=1189</guid>
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<title><![CDATA[How Many Times Can I Say Argento or Use an Argentophrase?]]></title>
<link>http://christmasintheattic.wordpress.com/?p=33</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 22:03:08 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>christmasintheattic</dc:creator>
<guid>http://christmasintheattic.wordpress.com/?p=33</guid>
<description><![CDATA[
Coming hot off the heels of Dario Argento&#8217;s second film in his &#8221;Three Mothers&#8221; ]]></description>
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<p>Coming hot off the heels of Dario Argento's second film in his "Three Mothers" trilogy (over 20 years later), the auteur has finally brought <em>The Mother of Tears</em> to the big screen.  Despite previous efforts showing either a lack of passion or merely being chem-free, the final <em>Mother</em> film does feel like a return to form that has not been seen since <em>The Stendhal Syndrome </em>or maybe even as far back as the chaotic <em>Opera</em>.</p>
<p>It must be said, however, that part of the charm in viewing this film was that it was my first Argento experience in the theatre. From the opening credits to the abrupt, human soup conclusion, I had a smile on my face.  I have read many reviews from Argento-philes who hated this film. Why? I have no idea, considering this is the most Argento-like movie in years that was actually made by Argento. Is it scary? No, but what Argento movie is?</p>
<p>His films are our nightmares. Rhyme, reason, and logic have no place throughout the duration of this or any Argento film. It is fetishistic, irrational, and brutally, hilariously violent. <em>Suspiria, </em>the first <em>Mother</em> film,<em> </em>saw a helpless victim escape, only to jump into barbed wire and have her throat slashed. <em>Inferno, </em>the second <em>Mother</em> film, saw a helpless man being stabbed -- while being devoured by rats -- in a random act of Argentoverse. Here, we have pretty much all of the above and then some... Babies are thrown off bridges, one's own entrails become a murder weapon and part of their demise.</p>
<p>We also have Argento's muse, his daughter Asia, playing the heroine Sarah. Asia Argento is not so much of an actress as she is a very strong presence to fall in love with. Again, there is a perverse quality surrounding the film, not just in violent spectacle. It's been done before, but again Dario's camera lingers on his own daughter in compromising situations -- in the shower, in romantic situations. His camera and work as a whole addresses desire in totally bizarre ways.</p>
<p>If Argento is to learn something from himself, it's that desire deviating from "normal" is consistently punished within his films. In his landmark giallo, <em>Tenebre</em>, a source of desire in flashback form is played by a transsexual actress. She is murdered. Likewise, in the same film, a lesbian couple is murdered in their home to the sounds of Goblin's wailing score. I wonder how he would treat incest.</p>
<p>In his past films, Argento's own hands were filmed as the murderer gearing for his or her next kill. Let us hope in certain ways, Argento knows how to keep his hands to himself. In terms of future releases, let us hope that in other ways his hands keep doing what they are doing.</p>
<p><span style='text-align:center; display: block;'><object width='425' height='350'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZL3BgB7PTw'></param><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZL3BgB7PTw&rel=0' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='350'></embed></object></span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZL3BgB7PTw"></a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Paradise Lost - A Synopsis of the American Nightmare]]></title>
<link>http://objectivereality.wordpress.com/?p=3</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 17:21:33 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>objectivereality</dc:creator>
<guid>http://objectivereality.wordpress.com/?p=3</guid>
<description><![CDATA[2008, Florida, Smalltown USA 
It is 8 AM and I have logged onto the internet to infowars.com to take]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignleft" src="http://www.bfi.org.uk/features/lehmann/images/nightmare.jpg" alt="nightmare" /><strong>2008, Florida, Smalltown USA </strong></p>
<p>It is 8 AM and I have logged onto the internet to infowars.com to take in another few hours of hysteria. Some would say, "Oh, the sky's falling, is it?" Well, without heed I gobble up the goodies as on this day in particular my personal hero was on the show. David Icke.</p>
<p>Some of you may have no idea what David Icke is all about. Well, let's just call him a conscientious objecter (much like myself). As of the time of this writing, David Icke is currently running for election in the Brittish Parliament. "How could a silly old Brittish sod capture the imagination of an American youth?", you might ask. Quite simple, my dear reader. By standing up to authority and pushing back against a corrupt system meant to enslave us one and all. So, here I sit...a 27 year old American male with a degree in Web Design Services listening to an ex-brittish football star gone conspiracy theorist waxing intellectual on the ins and outs of the oligarchical powers that be and what's more...finding a home in the veritable mess of information.</p>
<p>But why is it so easy for me (or anyone for that matter) to take a stance of anti-establishment when all of our lives we are programmed to believe that the establishment is there to protect and serve us all? Well, it might have a little something to do with the fact that we were ever programmed at all. Think about it. From the tender age of 5 (6 depending on your birthday) we were ripped from the loving arms of our family and sent to "schools" (The Public Fool System Mrs. Mary Elizabeth Croft would call it) and we are indoctrinated into being subservient to the very people who ripped us from our family. This has all the earmarks of a cult. One of the ways in which cults are able to control their subjects is by alienating them from their family and coercing them into believing that the cult is their new family and will take care of them and that if they only believe what the cult tells them, that they will prosper whereas if they do not then they will fall into despair and ruin. So, the powers that be ensnare us at such tender young ages to introduce (more poignantly indoctrinate) us to the program. Thus, having alienated us from those who are meant to protect us from harm and stand up for our rights we were effectively left to our own limited wits and merits to defend ourselves against adults who were indoctrinated successfully long before us. Think of the hypocrisy...We are made to swear undying fealty to a flag that represents a country which has made clear the seperation of church and state and in the very oath we swear there is a reference to that country being "under God". That doesn't seem to be a very independent stance on the subject. Now, I personally <strong>do </strong>believe in God, but let's assume for a second that I were an athiest. My logic for being an athiest may be that when asked "Why doesn't God answer the prayers of the starving children of the world for food?" the answer might again logically be that "God is imaginary, hence he cannot answer prayers because he doesn't exist." Of course people can argue this until they are blue in the face, but it's very sound reasoning. God may well be imaginary as there is no real proof of his existence. And so, this all makes a case for there being a contrived attempt at mentally doping the masses with patriotism and religeon in one mind-numbing package. How can one be of sound reasoning and rationalize swearing allegiance to a country that believes in a make-believe man in the sky who watches us at all hours of the day and is preparing to either send us to the penultimate torture factory (Hell) or the penultimate Playboy mansion (Heaven) upon our time of death? This all beggars belief if you are an athiest. In a country that insists on being percieved as free from the tyranny of religious persecution yet insists as dilligently on indoctrinating us into a state religion it is quite understandable that there would be dissent. It's blatant hypocrisy. And so, we have gone back to the beginning to find the why of the situation. Why do people dissent? It is because at some point, usually in adulthood, we realize that we've been bamboozled along the way. We then begin to see that the American Dream that we've been spoonfed since childhood is turning into an outright nightmare with no escape.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[The Worst Thing That Has Ever Happened to Me (or Die Mark Johnson, Die): Part 2 ]]></title>
<link>http://skippyfantastic.wordpress.com/?p=32</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 20:27:50 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>skippyfantastic</dc:creator>
<guid>http://skippyfantastic.wordpress.com/?p=32</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I supposed it&#8217;s time continue the story, as I&#8217;ve gotten a few messages from people anxio]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><span style="font-size:10pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I supposed it's time continue the story, as I've gotten a few messages from people anxiously awaiting to hear about the rest of my personal trauma.In case you've just arrived, and you think it may affect your interpretation or understanding of the story:</p>
<p><a href="http://skippyfantastic.wordpress.com/2008/06/24/tuesdays-with-vomit/">The Prelude can be read here.</a> </p>
<p> <a href="http://skippyfantastic.wordpress.com/2008/07/01/the-worst-thing-that-has-ever-happened-to-me-or-die-mark-johnson-die-part-1/">Part 1 can be read here. </a></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:10pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>The Thing That Made Me Lose My Shit</strong></p>
<p>It was mid-July.  A Wednesday night.  And when I say night, i mean about 2:32am.  I'm gradually roused out of sleep by an odd noise.  It was one of those noises that starts off subtle, and if it was just a one-time noise, I probably would have slept through it.  But it kept on keeping on, and what finally woke me was the fact that it had merged into my dream, and my dream-self was saying, "that fucking noise better stop because it's really starting to get annoying."  I found myself fully awake, and realized the noise was coming through the wall.  "Great," i thought. "Mark is talking in his sleep again."  As if that wasn't creepy enough at 3 in theafternoon.   Figuring it would stop eventually (because who talks in their sleep for a full 4 hours straight) I rolled over and attempted to fall back to sleep. He kept talking.</p>
<p>As I lay there annoyed, I realized it sounded like he was choking.  "I wonder if he's dreaming that he's choking?" I thought.  It went on.  And on.  And on.  And finally I got up so i could wake him up to make him stop.  I opened my bedroom door and spoke to my left (it's a Medford apartment.  Walls are made of paper and the next room begins before the first one ends.)</p>
<p>"Mark!"</p>
<p>Not expecting an immediate answer, i was surprised when i heard a weak, but awake, "yeah?"</p>
<p>"What's going on?"</p>
<p>"Um..."  A pause...  "I threw up alot."</p>
<p>I felt my blood turn to ice and my heart stop (and I'm actually feeling the same thing as I write this.)  The first thing that popped in my mind was and image of his bedroom, covered in vomit.  The second thing was the absolute definite fact that i had to get him as far away from me as possible.</p>
<p>"Um,"  I could barely speak, but was trying to remain calm.  "Are you okay?"  Stupid question.</p>
<p>"Yeah."  Stupid answer.</p>
<p>"Do you want me to call someone?"  I was thinking i could get the ambulance there to take him away in about 2 minutes. </p>
<p>"No, no that's okay."</p>
<p>Damn.  I shut my door, and the retching began again.  I had to get out of there.  I stumbled around my room in the dark, searching for items of clothing i could wear to work the next day.  (Luckily i was never one to put clean laundry away, so there was an easily accessible pile right next to my bed.  Plus, all my clothes are black, so pretty much nything would match.)  I stuffed whatever I could find in a bag, and literally ran out of my bedroom and down the stairs to my car, which I started up and sped off to Smacky's.  I called him and woke him up.</p>
<p>"Hi,"  I said, "I'm coming over."</p>
<p>"Really?"  I could hear the smile in his voice.  Sleeping over at each other's apartments was a slight inconvenience since we lived about 40 minutes apart from each other.  So, naturally, he was surprised and flattered and loved me even more because I apparently missed him enough to swing by at 3am.</p>
<p>"Yeah.  Mark is throwing up."  I started to cry. </p>
<p>"Oh!"  The bubble of romance in his heart popped.  But he knew about my "issue" and the smile in his voice was immediately replaced with sincere concern.  "Drive safe!  It'll be okay!"</p>
<p>Did I mention that I hadn't thought to pack shoes?  That's because I was so horrified I forgot shoes.</p>
<p>I got to Smacky's apartment at about 3:30am (barefoot) and climbed into bed next to him, literally shaking.  He tried to calm me down, but all i could hear was imaginary dull retching sounds coming through the walls.  I finally fell asleep, and when I woke up the next morning, I had that awesome sense of relief that you get right before opening your eyes, that the horribleness you just experienced was all a bad dream.  Then i opened my eyes, and i realized where I was, and I had no idea what I was going to do.</p>
<p>I realize that this sounds completely ridiculous.  I mean, it's just vomit.  NO one likes vomit.  I have never heard anyone say, <em>"you know what I really like?  Barfing."  "Oh my god, me too!  Especially other people barfing!"  "Really?  That is so crazy!" "I know!  Wanna go find a frat house and watch people puke all over the place?"  "YES!  Totally cool!"</em>  But I digress.  Had I called Mark the following afternoon and asked him how he felt (which I did) and he said he felt a lot better and it must have been something he ate (which he did), I would have gone home and quizzed him on what he ate and made sure he NEVER ate that thing again, I would have been able to go back to a generally normal life.</p>
<p>But if that's what happened, then what I just wrote would not have been the worst thing that has ever happened to me.</p>
<p>To be continued.</p>
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<link>http://nvaine.wordpress.com/?p=65</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 08:31:54 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>nvaine</dc:creator>
<guid>http://nvaine.wordpress.com/?p=65</guid>
<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s 0430, and I&#8217;m awake again.  Does this ever end?
I actually did start to fall asleep]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It's 0430, and I'm awake again.  Does this ever end?</p>
<p>I actually did start to fall asleep around four, and was immediately kicked awake by a nightmare.  If I can get my heart rate down maybe I can go back to sleep.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Idle Hands, et c.]]></title>
<link>http://borevs.wordpress.com/?p=33</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 12:50:18 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>borevs</dc:creator>
<guid>http://borevs.wordpress.com/?p=33</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Last night I dreamt I was chatting with the mother and the little one, but the little one was lying ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Last night I dreamt I was chatting with the mother and the little one, but the little one was lying naked along the back of the sofa. I was trying to not look at him or his junk without it being obvious that I was uncomfortable with his nudity. It was a very disturbing dream. I also vaguely recall dreaming distance between me and a friend -- either we argued, or the friend moved away, or something like that. And both of these occurred between 330am and 5am, when I woke up. Ugh.</p>
<p>I am attempting to run a life line through my tank top, slowly. It's harder than one would think. On the plus side, I've learned three things from all of this, namely: (1) do not "make up" ribbing patterns, (2) using lifelines and placemarkers is a helpful habit, (3) yellow goes smashingly with teal. I am sure one day I will be a good enough knitter to make up ribbing patterns on the fly, but that day is not today. I'm going to leave the life line in, even after I rip back to it and resume knitting. And I'm going to use a small binder clip as my placemarker (yes, I am cheap).</p>
<p>Speaking of cheap, if the weather cooperates, I will get to have my first day of my summer job this evening. I am a little nervous about my still-swollen left foot, but I am excited about the responsibility I will wield. Embrace power, I shall.</p>
<p>The Red Sox lost to the Tampa Bay Rays last night, 4-5.</p>
<p>I felt horrible last night, and this morning, but when I got off the bus at work I felt great. I'm a bit sleepy now (I incorporated brownies into my breakfast), but my mood is still good. I think I no longer like being in that apartment, and so negative thoughts and opinions creep in more easily to my head than their positive counterparts.</p>
<p>One of the things I feel good about this morning is that I hand washed my entire outfit. I am really proud of myself that my clothes smell and feel clean, and are pretty dry (certainly, dry enough to wear). I like doing things with my hands, and having something to show for the effort expended. I've been thinking about a career change for a long time; maybe I could get into carpentry or something. I don't want to quit my current job until I find something, but maybe I could take a week off sometime and explore the possibility of working with wood. At the moment, I can't thinking of any other directly manual job that can pay pretty regularly, if not well.</p>
<p>I'm still sticking to my real world/fake world thing, though.</p>
<p><em><strong>~ 848am</strong></em></p>
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<title><![CDATA[The Never Ending Nightmare]]></title>
<link>http://perpetualmemoryloss.wordpress.com/?p=239</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 21:30:49 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Perpetual Memory Loss</dc:creator>
<guid>http://perpetualmemoryloss.wordpress.com/?p=239</guid>
<description><![CDATA[There are certain events, that happen in the course of day-to-day life, that are like a kick to the ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There are certain events, that happen in the course of day-to-day life, that are like a kick to the nuts, to put it bluntly.  Some of these events, if you're unlucky enough, will repeatedly kick you in the balls.  I am that unlucky, and today I was kicked in the balls once again.</p>
<p>It all started, innocently enough, about a year and a half ago, when I went out for a few drinks with a friend.  It was a grand ol' night, and we got good and drunk.  Walking back to my abode, however, we noticed that there were firetrucks on my street.  We hurried towards them with curiosity, until we were almost there, and we noticed that the firetrucks were at my apartment.  This immediately sobered me up, and I felt an incredible sense of doom surround me.  My worst fears were realized when I got to the front and saw my door broken down, and firemen with their hoses inside my apartment.  I was further crushed when I found out that the fire, by some unlucky accident, had been confined to my room.  When I saw the damage I was floored.  Everything I had was gone, and it wasn't so much the loss of possessions that hurt--although there was that--it was the loss of many irreplaceable items.  (Fortunately, the fire wasn't my fault.  It was a freak electrical fire caused by a lamp, and faulty wiring).  I finished out the night by punching a brick wall until my knuckles started bleeding.  That was the first kick in the balls.</p>
<p>The next kick was when I found out that even though the owners were going to get insurance money, that they were unwilling to pay for any of the items I lost--which probably amounted to five thousand dollars.  Not only weren't they going to pay, but I later found out that I ended up paying for the clean-up of the apartment, because I left my burned possessions there (mind you they told me to leave everything I didn't want there, and it would be thrown out when they started to repair the apartment).  So in the end all I received was a refund for the week of rent left on the month.  That was number two.</p>
<p>A few months later, just before I moved to New York, I found out that the owner was suing me for over nine thousand dollars.  She claimed that her gorilla-insurance company inspectors had decided that the Fire Marshall was incorrect, and that it was my fault, and that I owed her the cost of all the repairs.  Luckily, for me I have <a href="http://www.prepaidlegal.com/">legal insurance</a>, so even though I am a man of modest means, I had lawyers who backed me up, and got her to back down.  That was number three.</p>
<p>Today, over a year and a half later, I received a letter from the owner's insurance company.  They are now suing me for over eleven thousand dollars--it's amazing how the amount keeps going up and up--this is fourth, newest, and hopefully the last kick in the balls.  Thankfully, I still have my legal insurance, and now I am represented by one of the best firms in NYC.  I don't know if I will have to pay, or whether I will have to go to court, but I do know, that I am sick and tired of this issue.  I still haven't recovered completely from the fire, and these bastards keep finding new ways to try and stick it to me.  It is in situations like this where the common man can feel insignificant and powerless.  It is also in times like this where I can begin to understand why people go postal and react in violent ways (note I do not feel violent, but people can only take so much.  Eventually even the smallest, most docile dog will attack when pushed repeatedly).  I still retain some hope that this will work out smoothly, and that maybe, perhaps, I may have the last laugh.</p>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don't fear a lot of things.  I'm not a big fan of spiders, flying, or guns.  Everything else I can get a pretty decent handle on, including, but not limited to tornadoes, punches to the face, etc.  That said, it is now 1:20 a.m. on Monday morning and nine minutes ago I had the most vicious nightmare I've probably ever had.  I've had your run of the mill nightmares before...monsters chasing you, can't run fast enough, falling...but this one, this one shook me to the core.  The weird part is that it was short and focused and unrelated to anything I was dreaming about in preceding dreams.</p>
<p><em>This next part is violently graphic in places.  If you're not prepared or undesirous of continuing, please wait for the next post...hopefully soon!</em></p>
<p>My acquaintance Scott (not related to any of the other Scotts in this blog) was driving a blue vehicle, seemingly an old Duster like the Paynes' (who lived across the street when I was little) used to own.  Anyway, he was driving this blue Duster up a cobblestone street, similar to Peterson Avenue where I lived, only I don't think it was Peterson.  Anyway, Scott is driving and my wife is in the front seat and I'm in the back.  And as we're driving up, a non-descript young white male whose face very much reminded me of the 1950s propaganda posters from Russia, or China...a very "worker of the world, Communism-lives" kind of character is strolling down the street in the opposite direction.  He's wearing a black pleather coat, shorter than a trenchcoat, but about thigh length.  Anyway, he's strolling along and as he's passing the car on the driver's side, he whips out a shotgun, pumping it once and blows a hole in the door/window and Scott.  I saw the muzzle flash and I SWEAR I FELT the impact of the the explosion as Scott is blown across the bench seat and glass goes flying everywhere.</p>
<p>The next scene is me holding Scott's head as he is bleeding all over the place, screaming at my wife to drive as she looks at me in horror, desperately searching for the gas pedal while non-descript worker dude starts following the car holding the shotgun.  At that moment. I woke up.  My pillow is wet with drool from screaming "Drive!" in that mostly asleep state where nothing comes out the way it's supposed to and I'm sweating and shaking from the vivid imagery that has shaken me, LITERALLY shaken me awake.</p>
<p>I don't know where that image came from, but I do hope it never comes back.  I've fired a shotgun, once, and I understand it's power.  After I fired it, I knew I desired never to have to fire one again in my life.  I just can't imagine the images in this nightmare.</p>
<p>I'm sorry to have wakened you.  I'm sorry I'm awake myself.  But I had to tell somebody.  I hope that I can go back to a normal night's sleep now.  You try and do the same.</p>
<p>See you in the funny papers!</p>
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