Edwin Starr

"The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives but of the products of human labour. War is a way of shattering to pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking into the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable and hence, in the long run, too intelligent. Even when weapons of war are not actually destroyed, their manufacture is still a convenient way of expending labour power without producing anything that can be consumed.

War, it will be seen, accomplishes the necessary destruction, but accomplishes it in a psychologically acceptable way. In principle it would be quite simple to waste the surplus labour of the world by building temples and pyramids, by digging holes and filling them up again, or even by producing vast quantities of goods and then setting fire to them. But this would provide only the economic and not the emotional basis for a hierarchical society."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqBOMBSDQsI

I'm a phonophobe.

My cousin called my home number and I had to hang up cause my father called my cell... to ask me wether my cousin called, to which I again had to hang up because my home number was once more ringing. It was my cousin calling for my father...
I hung up because my father was about to call her.

So how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?...

They didn't need to talk or know about the other one. It was all just incidental.

'Proles and animals are free.'

If there is hope, it lies in the proles.

Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.

In reality very little was known about the proles. It was not necessary to know much. So long as they continued to work and breed, their other activities were without importance. They were born, they grew up in the gutters, they went to work at twelve, they passed through a brief blossoming− period of beauty and sexual desire, they married at twenty, they were middle−aged at thirty, they died, for the most part, at sixty. Heavy physical work, the care of home and children, petty quarrels with neighbours, films, football, beer, and above all, gambling, filled up the horizon of their minds. To keep them in control was not difficult. A few agents of the Thought Police moved always among them, spreading false rumours and marking down and eliminating the few individuals who were judged capable of becoming dangerous; but no attempt was made to indoctrinate them with the ideology of the Party. It was not desirable that the proles should have strong political feelings. All that was required of them was a primitive patriotism which could be appealed to whenever it was necessary to make them accept longer working−hours or shorter rations. And even when they became discontented, as they sometimes did, their discontent led nowhere, because being without general ideas, they could only focus it on petty specific grievances. The larger evils invariably escaped their notice.

Unique

(It appears I'm not unique since I incidentally heard a soliloquy on a subject familiar to me: 'our fascination with rebels')

In 2000 America the most effective way to insinuate one's self into the gooey embrace of the mainstream is by becoming a rebel.

Now what exactly is a rebel? Sid Vicious was a rebel, but so was Rosa Parks when she sat in front of the bus. Probably because she saw Sid Vicious sitting in the back.

Look at the pilgrims. Dressed all in black, facial hair on the men, no make-up on the women... The pilgrims were rebelling against what they thought were oppresive figures of religious authority. So they got on a boat, established a colony in the New World and became...  oppresive figures of religious authority.

You see, what makes our culture simultaneously inferiating and gratifying is our uncanny ability to mussle the rebel by gradually absorbing him into the system with an intoxicating web of money, fame and chicks that ultimately dulls his senses to the point where he can no longer even remember what it is that he was rebelling against in the first place!

We're guilty of romanticising rebels in film. But unlike in the movies, in real life most of them aren't working because they've pissed off every boss they ever had because they could only get rebellious in the work place, seeing as they live in a converted laundry room in their parents' basement. The only machine these losers rage against has 'Whirlpool' printed on the front of it.

I used to have a theory that every generation rebelled against the generation before it but then I found out every generation, like the one before it, just likes to get wasted and fuck and the older generation just gets pissed off 'cause they have to work and they can't get wasted and fuck anymore. In the end, that's the problem with a lot of rebels. They believe that with freedom comed a lack of responsibility.

Come on, people... Fight the power! Be different! Because you know...  

don't you want to fit in?

Din inima străzii

Vă rog frumos ajutaţi-mă şi pe mine cu bani.

(aurolac 126)

Gaffin / Gurewitz

George Bush (Sr.)  invaded the Persian Gulf saying "Jesus is on our side".

I feel sorry for the earth's population

'Cause so few live in the U.S.A,

At least the foreigners can copy our morality,

They can visit but they cannot stay,

Only precious few can garner our prosperity,

It makes us walk with renewed confidence, [...]

Omisiune Specială

Aşa gânduri curate nici Gandhi nu a avut!..

(de Matei Vişniec)