Strasbourg burning

Radio Baghdad broadcasting from hot Strasbourg nights:

We use gas masks and have covered every piece of skin. It’s quite unpleasant, but nothing compared to the teargas and all the other sinister stuff the Gestapo is throwing at us. Today is sixty years since NATO, the attack alliance was formed, and the war continues, both against defenseless developing countries and all of us protesting and fighting NATO’s ruthless militarism.

Strasbourg is burning and it is a great sight. Strasbourg and every other place where tyrants meet should burn.

Western governments have for a long time done everything in its power, used the most despicable methods to crush all opposition. It’s great to know that they have failed miserably.

Rebels have for so long been struck by clubs and closed fists every time they have attempted to express themselves strongly against the insanity ruling today’s world. We wake up with bruises for weeks afterwards, also bruises we are not aware of at first, but we decided long ago that we won’t just lay down and die, like the sheep do, like the majority of the world’s population does faced with what they see as the superior power.

But that power is brittle. The thin surface keeping the rotten blood inside is easily cracked. Cut just a bit and you reach its rotten heart, and the entire corrupt society falls apart, like it should have done long ago.

The new strongman

The Danish prime minister, Anders Fogh Rasmussen was Saturday named as NATO’s new general secretary. «Fog», as we call him is one of those having participated actively on the oppressors’ side during the false «War on Terror». He has made sure that Denmark, as a country has been one of the most eager beavers when it comes to implementing new, oppressive laws the last few years, and is the only one of George W. Bush’s comrades in arms after 9/11 with a little muscle left. To just call him a Bush-puddle is way too positive, though. During Fog’s tenant as Prime Minister Denmark has undergone a transformation from being more or less open and immigrant-friendly to become racist and closed, especially towards those originally farthest removed form the Danish society in the first place. Poverty has exploded among the disenfranchised and underprivileged.

NATO takes yet another step in the right direction.

Wolverine the movie downloaded and watched a month before official release

I’ve just watched the new Wolverine movie after having downloaded it from the Pirate Bay. This post includes detailed descriptions of the story, so consider yourself warned.

It was a fairly good movie. It revealed Wolverine’s life from childhood to close to the moment where he joined the X-Men. He killed his father and ran off from persecutors with his brother Victor, aka Sabretooth. We follow them through many wars, as they survive them all without a scratch, follow them to after the Vietnam war, where Wolverine, fed up with the killing attempts to start a new life with his girlfriend Kayla aka Silver Fox, but the past catches up with him and Kayla is seemingly killed by Sabretooth. Later that is revealed to false, a deception, instigated by the mutant hater William Stryker, of X-men fame to make Wolverine fall in line.

We experience the suffering hero’s entire life, painted with a broad stroke, way to broad, really. Everything is tied nicely together, and fairly faithful to the comics, but the story is way too short. 150 years are covered in less than two hours. It’s an insult. It should have been twice that long. As stated it’s a fairly good film, but superficial to the point of it ruining a lot of it for me.

A fact making me gloat even more because I am able to see it for free, one month ahead of the official release. I would have been able to make a far better film, especially with all the great back story available, for far less money. Fox is thoroughly superficial company, generally speaking making superficial movies and insane news broadcasts, a bunch of conservative assholes deserving of far more kicks in the face than this one.

But let’s celebrate: millions of people will watch this before the official release date. It’s not often we are able to totally screw a major capitalist venture like Fox.


Finally, we have treat, a very threatening letter sent to an American writing about the film in his blog. They are very fond of sending such letter and they are always funny to read.

Twentieth Century Fox Films
Sent by: [Private]
Baker & Hostetler
Los Angeles, CA, 90017, USA

Sent via: Electronic Mail
Re: Unauthorized Use of Twentieth Century Fox Properties

Dear ****:

We are writing to you on behalf of our client, Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation ("Fox"). Through our Internet monitoring program, we recently discovered that you acquired a copy of "X-Men Origins: Wolverine," which is owned by Fox. Attached are logs of relevant internet activity.

Fox has dedicated tremendous time and resources to create quality entertainment programming such as "X-Men Origins: Wolverine" and greatly values the comments and suggestions of fans who enjoy Fox's films. However, the development and distribution of Fox's films require a collaboration with many different entities, including guild organizations representing actors, directors, and writers. Based in part on these relationships, Fox has a legal responsibility, including many contractual obligations, to prevent the unauthorized distribution of its film material.

Therefore, while Fox tries to support its fans whenever possible, we must repsectfully ask that you delete all video files relating to "X-Men Origins: Wolverine" from your computer as soon as possible. If you do not remove these properties, we may be forced to take legal action to have them removed.

Thank you for your cooperation in this regard. Your interest in "X-Men Origins: Wolverine" is most appreciated. Fox will continue to do its best to bring you quality entertainment.

Nothing contained in this letter constitutes an express or implied waiver of any rights, remedies, or defenses of Fox.

Very truly yours,

*****
for BAKER & HOSTETLER LLP

Gulag

Now, with the pressure from the top gone, soldiers previously serving at the Guantanamo-base step forward and say that the conditions there were worse than people could imagine. They bear witness to the systematic torture of the close to 250 prisoners.

Susan J. Crawford, leading the committee deciding whether or not charges shall be brought against the inmates says that Mohammed al-Qahtani, among others was heavily mistreated, and that his confession, among others have to be considered totally without merit.

Last year Sami al-Hajj, a photographer for the Arabian new channel Al Jazeera was released after six years in depraved captivity, in a severely weakened condition. He had practically become an old man during those years. He was thirty-nine.

All this was and still is justified with the thoroughly fake «War on Terror», a deliberate misconception creating misery and terror on a vast scale, brought to life and executed by western countries.

Nights of rage and fire

Radio Baghdad broadcasting from Rostock nights:

Heiligendamm is surrounded by tall walls. Nobody, except those living there or the dogs faithful to the world’s elite can possibly get past the high fences and wire there.

So we go to Rostock, to protest against the destroyers gathering in Heiligendamm, for this version of Smoke and Mirrors, for this G8 meeting. But the storm troopers, the current version of the Gestapo attack us even there. There is no pretense, really, no attempt from the cops, the «riot police» to come off as benevolent. They are after us from the moment we arrive at Copenhagen Central Station, and when we arrive at the German border that presence is doubled many times. They harass us and attempt to intimidate us at every juncture on the journey to Rostock. When we arrive there they greet us in their warm and pleasant manner. We are roughed up and searched, and they do their utmost to make it pleasant for us…

But still thousands of people gather in Rostock, in spite of their efforts. And we see how that frustrates them, how it infuriates them. They attack the gathering almost immediately. First there are a few «exercises», limited excursions into the crowd. We know this pattern well and know what to expect.

Then… it begins. They attack us with a viciousness and brutality that quite frankly scares the shit out of me. But we have long ago decided not to let us be intimidated or scared by these people. Their beyond cruel methods and systematic terror just give us one more reason to stand up against them.

They attack us with their clubs and everything. As stated there is no pretence here, in the streets of teargas and coughing and screaming and pain. We fight back, and I’m pleased to declare that more of us fight back this time than ever before. We meet Gestapo with a force easily overwhelming theirs. This is different, different from all the times we have been easy prey. We strike back, and these soldiers of tyranny begin to fall, begin to lose. They drop in the dozens, in the hundreds. We do, too. Wails of pain and horror rise from these streets of fire, but this time we aren’t helpless victims. There are sufficient numbers of angry protesters to stem the advancing tide of tyranny’s brutal thugs. Hundreds are injured and for once they are mostly cops, and we shout in triumph. We know we haven’t really won anything, that this is at best, just another illusionary victory, but it feels good, and it might yet again be the beginning of something new and dangerous and great, a great omen for the future.

We cough again, in surroundings of teargas and steam and body fluids, and cry out in pain and rage, and it is a wonder to behold.

A runaway elephant

Ekstrabladet writes about an elephant running away from a circus on Jylland, Denmark, where he had been held captive. It ran off and created chaos on the highway when it decided to stop on the road and rub an itch it had. What a fabulous sight it must have been. Chaos is always great to behold.

Unfortunately as it is the story has a tragic end: the elephant returned to his keepers. It has clearly been too ruined during his time in captivity to seek freedom above all else.

That it is still allowed to keep animals in any circus and in cages on pelt farms, and in laboratories is certainly yet another tragedy elevating the insanity of today’s society. The poor elephant experienced briefly the freedom that should have been a given, to him, to all of us.

This story is presented in a cheerful way in established media, a tiny slice of today’s reality designed to make people chuckle a bit, to make them tell themselves that existence is bearable, after all. Very few think much about the deeper aspects, the horrible consequences of it all.

Damn it, how I loathe the world’s jailers and torturers. My contempt for them is as deep as the ocean.

Gorilla on a rampage

A 180 kg gorilla climbed out of its enclosure at the Blijdorp Zoo in Rotterdam recently. After climbing up the enclosure wall it «ran amok» and bit a woman and injured three other people. The place was evacuated and closed while the gorilla was ganged up on by its keepers and sedated with a dart from a safe distance. The zoo that was filled with visitors reopened later that day.

People are again seemingly shocked at this display of savagery in captured animals, similar to the outrage they display when humans escape from prison. What do they expect? What part of «born to be wild» don’t they get? I certainly feel very antagonistic against anyone who would want to imprison me. So would any sane human being. Unfortunately sanity is in very short supply in today’s world.

Green

Green is here. Weeks of warm weather didn’t quite cut it, but days of rain after that did the job.

I love spring. Life is undeniable, irresistible then. No amount of oppression anywhere can hide its violent outbreak. Growth itself is wreaking havoc with our bodies, senses and mind. I see green in even the grayest of concrete, of Death. Loss, the loss of spirit is all around us, as it always is in civilization, but muted these days, not nearly as powerful as it seems in the death-sleep season.

The petrol vapor still lingers in the air, its bitter taste reminding us where we are. All the poison, mental and physical, released by current destructive human society is very much present. But its bite is less. These days, briefly, we can easier imagine a different world.

I see trees, and I see the forest. I see it as I walk up and down streets and alleys. I even see it in people’s eyes, briefly, this time of year, as many open their eyes in wonder, as they taste the forgotten and forbidden and catch the scent of life in the wind.

I love spring. People turn wild and daring before my eyes. Chains don’t break, but they turn brittle and weak… at least for a little while, and I enjoy the brief respite from the cold.

New life

We held a small party for the tiny addition to out tribe recently, the son coming to us seven months ago. Why celebrate that he is seven months, you may ask? I say and we say why not?

He isn’t my biological son, but born by my sister across the table. I have previously written about how we see things concerning children and family in our Circle. Feel free to read it.

We are many around the table. The ruckus of the last few months has actually increased our number, and that pleases me, pleases me greatly. We celebrate and are enjoying ourselves, and the new life in our midst is filling us with joy and fire.

No one knows who his biological father is and no one cares, because all the males around the table are his father, just like all the females are his mothers. It is possible, possible to live a different life. There are countless examples of that. Societies like ours exist all over the world, societies where people live in a world of living dead. We are laughing heartily where we sit, where we toast and eat and sing and dance, and the tombstones surrounding us are fading in our hearts.

We walk through the streets

We walk through the streets as if we own them and we do. Not in the stupid sense that we have any legal claim on them, but because we’re dominating them. People stare at us with their lowered eyes, in their fear and shame, while we, holding our heads high, declare our pride to the world. Hundreds of us have been imprisoned and beaten by the police, by the tyrants’ bullies, and we’re still here.

We’re actually more her, now, than we used to be, than we’ve ever been. It’s remarkable, but not strange how liberating it is to stand up for ourselves, and to rise against oppression. They did their best to break us, but achieved the exact opposite result. Right now we’re not doing anything, anything overt to provoke them, except by our very presence. Justified pride has no place in today’s world. No true human emotion or humanity has.

A house is gone, but what it represents won’t go away. We carry it with us, forever. The authorities achieved nothing by brutally assaulting us, except alienating a bunch of young people. The older among us have found a lot of new friends on the radical venues throughout the city lately.

We sit there, in the smoke, in the mist, exchanging looks, men and women thrown together by coincidences and Fate. What doesn’t kill us or turn us into zombies, make us stronger. We feel it, in every single spot on our body and in our mind. They beat us up and believed they beat us, but we survived, not only with our mind and independence intact, but enhanced, with the fire inside having grown even stronger than before. We have grown and become more than we were. Thank you, Denmark. Thank you, Copenhagen.

We walk through the streets and we see fear in the police officers empty eyes.