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Living in such a state taTestaTesTaTe etats a hcus ni gniviL
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of mind in which time sTATEsTAtEsTaTeStA emit hcihw ni dnim of
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does not pass, space STateSTaTeSTaTeStAtE ecaps ,ssap ton seod
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does not exist, and sTATeSt oFOfOfo dna ,tsixe ton seod
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idea is not there. STatEst ofoFOFo .ereht ton si aedi
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Stuck in a place staTEsT OfOFofo ecalp a ni kcutS
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where movements TATeSTa foFofoF stnemevom erehw
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are impossible fOFoFOf elbissopmi era
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in all forms, UsOFofO ,smrof lla ni
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physical and nbEifof dna lacisyhp
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or mental - uNBeInO - latnem ro
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your mind is UNbeinG si dnim rouy
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focusing on a unBEING a no gnisucof
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lone thing, or NBeINgu ro ,gniht enol
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a lone nothing. bEinGUn .gnihton enol a
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You are numb and EiNguNB dna bmun era ouY
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unaware to events stneve ot erawanu
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taking place - not -iSSuE- ton - ecalp gnikat
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knowing how or what 1/25/94 tahw ro woh gniwonk
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to think. You are in THiR-TEEN ni era uoY .kniht ot
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a state of unbeing.... ....gniebnu fo etats a
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--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
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CONTENTS OF THiS iSSUE
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=----------------------=
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EDiTORiAL Kilgore Trout
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STAFF LiSTiNGS
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[=- ARTiCLES -=]
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NOTES FROM THE UNDERGROUND: "Biology Conspiracy History" Bobbi Sands
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'JAMES CONNOLLY': ANNOTATED LYRiCS Captain Moonlight
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WHAT THE HELL?! TOkemASTer
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BLOOD ON THE STREETS: EVERYMAN'S
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GUiDE TO GUERRiLLA WARFARE (Part I) Captain Moonlight
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FRAGMENTS FROM THE GOSPEL OF MATTHiAS Nemo est Sanctus
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GEORGE BUSH -- HiS LiFE AND CRiMES, PART ONE: iN THE BEGiNNiNG Clockwork
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[=- POETRiE -=]
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ALONE Paradigm
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TEMPTATiON Ivy Carson
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iNNOCENCE Sir Lizard Guts
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[=- FiCTiON -=]
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THE GOBLiN'S TOWER -- A PARABLE Dark Crystal Sphere Floating
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Between Two Universes
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ViCTOR GOES TO THE OFFiCE I Wish My Name Were Nathan
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--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
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EDiTORiAL
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by Kilgore Trout
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This month marks the one year anniversary of our little e-zine. It seems
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like only yesterday Griphon and Clockwork were handing me their first
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submissions. Of course, even THAT came out a month later then planned. But
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who cares about the past? Who cares that I made met some very interesting
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people, found some good writers, hoped that Dr. Graves would become the
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spokesperson of our generation... who cares about these things? Not I. We
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shouldn't dwell in the past, we should forge ahead. And so we shall.
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Naturally, I didn't get any ideas for a new header, so we're stuck with
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the old one for the time being. But we're going to move forward. We shall
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make progress. Sure, the zine has the same look and feel. But it's also
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different than before. We rearranged the words so it wasn't like the last
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one. Yes, we are ready to try things anew.
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Enough of the biting sarcasm, I can see this is going nowhere fast.
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Actually, this issue is very different than most of those in the past, and as
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you will see, most of the zine resides in a political area of discussion. I'm
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not sure if this is a new direction the zine will be taking--it all depends on
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what you out there send me. We're finally going to start making you learn
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because the current education system just isn't up to par. Okay, so we're not
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grade A teachers either. But at least we're free. And you don't have to go
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buy a dense book we wrote just so we could make money by selling it to our
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classes. And maybe you'll find us interesting. Want to learn about the
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Irish revolutionary James Connolly? You've come to the right place. Want to
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learn about our old buddy George Herbert Walker Bush (anagram: Huge Berserk
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Rebel Warthog)? We've got the info for you in a continuing series by
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Clockwork. Want to know about things you're not supposed to know? Read "Notes
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from the Underground," a new series with various authors writing to tell you
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exactly what THEY don't want you to know. Ever wanted to be a guerrilla in
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the jungles or even in your own backyard? Damn, we're smooth. This wealth of
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knowledge, obscure and usually hard to find, has now been collected for you. And we'll continue to do so until you shoot
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us dead or something of the equivalent.
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But never fear, fellow readers, for just because we've suddenly grown all
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education doesn't mean we want to neglect those who like the literary aspects
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of this magazine as well. Although not as big as it usually is, the fiction
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section does contain two very good pieces. As for the poetrie, I had some
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people complain that there was just too much of that "mindless dribble" and
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even though it was an honor to read our innermost thoughts, it should be cut.
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In honor of their requests, we have cut the number of poems down to three. Of
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course, one of them is 10k long, but we tried to do as much as we could to be
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compassionate to the needs of our readers.
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Two little logistical notes and then I'll shut up. Hagbard's coming up
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with an SoB WWW page in about a week, but we are still unsure of the address,
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so we'll post a little readme or something in the ftp directory to let you
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know when that comes up. We'll see if we can't make some nifty little goodies
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that you wouldn't be able to find anywhere else. Also, The Lost Issue *will*
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be coming out next month, regardless of whether or not it is totally
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reconstructed. I feel it's time to get it off of our shoulders and stop
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worrying about it. It's about a third of it's original size (40k) at the
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present moment, but come the end of February if that's all we've got, that's
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all we've got. Still, the articles are very enlightening...
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And that's all I really have to say. To the people who send Hagbard
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nasty hate mail when SoB isn't in the io.com directory, stop. Send it to me.
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I'll field your questions, comments. I might even tell your fortune. And
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you might get your own personal Kilgore Hate Mail (tm) if you are extremely
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rude or I'm just pissy. How's that for an ending?
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I'll work on it for next issue. Promise.
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--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
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STAFF LiSTiNG
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EDITOR
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Kilgore Trout
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CONTRIBUTORS
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Bobbi Sands
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Captain Moonlight
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Ivy Carson
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Clockwork
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Dark Crystal Sphere Floating Between Two Universes
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I Wish My Name Were Nathan
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Nemo est Sanctus
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Paradigm
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Sir Lizard Guts
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TOkemASTer
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--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
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[=- ARTiCLES -=]
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--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
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NOTES FROM THE UNDERGROUND
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"Biology Conspiracy History"
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by Bobbi Sands
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We have a new type of rule now. Not one-man rule, or
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rule of aristocracy or plutocracy, but of small groups
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elevated to positions of absolute power by random
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pressures, and subject to political and economic factors
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that leave little room for decision. They are
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representatives of abstract forces who have reached power
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through surrender of self. The iron-willed dictator is a
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thing of the past. There will be no more Stalins, no more
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Hitlers. The rulers of this most insecure of all worlds
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are rulers by accident, inept, frightened pilots at the
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controls of a vast machine they cannot understand, calling
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in experts to tell them which buttons to push.
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-- William S. Burroughs, Interzone
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In today's multicultural classroom many glosses -- ways of perceiving --
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are used in the study of history. The feminist reading of history has been
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popularized by women coming to the fore of academia. Minority views of
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history have gained popularity as more is discovered of formerly lost
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cultures. The Marxist gloss has had a great impact on the modern world. One
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view, however, has been largely ignored: the conspiratorial view of history.
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The conspiratorial view essentially holds that a number of people have
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had some measure of control over the events of human history. This is opposed
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primarily by the accidental view of history, which holds that history is the
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work of random forces and elements. This latter is the view taught in schools
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across the country and around the world, although the conspiratorial view has
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some proponents.
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The major objections to the conspiratorial model stem from the belief
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that no person or people could control all the aspects of history. Objectors
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claim that a conspiracy would be rapidly exposed, that insufficient power
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could be brought to bear, or simply that such a conspiracy could never be
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established. They hold that all events are the result of blind forces because
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no man could guide all the forces that would be necessary.
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Let us take a step back now, and look at biology, where it is argued all
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political structures essentially originated. What is the primary interest of
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any biological organism? To survive. Some hold that this is a temporary
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drive and that they survive only for the purposes of reproduction. Either
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way, as long as it perceives of itself as a viable organism, the primary
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purpose of any creature is to survive.
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This can be extended to all aspects of reality. The primary purpose of a
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corporation is to continue to exist as a viable corporation; the primary
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intent of any religion is to continue to exist as a viable religion; and the
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primary intent of any government or State, for all its rhetoric, is to
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continue to exist. Anything in power plans to remain in power, and generally
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things out of power intend to come into power.
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What is the second intent of any biological organism? To reproduce or to
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expand. To take more land, or feeding grounds, or power. This too holds for
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States. Any government, once the government takes power, intends to take as
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much power as possible. If it cannot conquer externally it will conquer
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internally, by taking power from its people. Likewise, this principle holds
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true for entities within the power structure, viz. the Republican and
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Democratic parties who have used their positions as rulers to insure their
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positions as rulers.
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Although it generally implies an evil or illegal act, in the strictest
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sense, the term conspiracy can be applied to any group that organizes -- i.e.
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"conspires" -- to gain or keep power. By this definition, it is naive to deny
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that conspiracies exist, as it applies to even political parties and existent
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governments. The implication of immorality should not be ignored, though, as
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in a free nation the government exists to serve the people at the will of the
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people. This "conspiracy" (simple organization to hold power) then becomes
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conspiracy (an illegal or immoral example of the same) whenever this
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organization becomes more important than the will of the people in the
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perception of the conspiring group.
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(Many of these groups no doubt believe that, in the "big picture", their
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actions are in no way immoral, as their chief motive is the betterment of
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mankind. This distinction is peripheral, though, to the object of this
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discussion, as if they have become a group conspiring to hold power then their
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chief motive has in the short term eclipsed their chief motive in the long
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term.)
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Once a conspiracy has been accepted, the next objection one meets in
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presenting the conspiratorial view of history is, "But that's not what I
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meant; you are talking about a conspiracy that holds all power." Does this
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gloss imply an omnipotent entity? For some, no doubt, this is true. To
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accept an omnipotent conspiracy, though, would be a meaningless decision, as
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this omnipotent conspiracy first, being all powerful, already has all power
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and cannot have it wrested from them. Second, this person must accept that
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they are too controlled by this omnipotence -- or may be -- and therefore only
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believes what this conspiracy wants them to believe. Conceivably, this is
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true. It is, however, not a useful historical gloss.
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Now it becomes a concept of degree, and when this gloss is presented it
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becomes a bartering game where the presenter grants less power and the viewer
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grants more power until a believable conspiracy is reached. For example, the
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"government conspiracy" (e.g., in early 20th century Russia, the "conspiracy"
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of Tsar Nicholas) has the power to write the laws and to order their
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enforcement. This is generally not thought of as a conspiracy, though, as
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they have the power. Compare the "revolutionary conspiracy" (e.g., in early
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20th century Russia, the conspiracy of Lenin and his comrades to overthrow the
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Tsar). This group clearly did not have such powers, yet is generally accepted
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as a conspiracy. Obviously, conspiracies exist, and obviously, they have a
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variety of potencies.
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What, though, is the potency in the modern world? The "conspiracy" that
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guides history -- and this conspiracy can be used with or without quotes, as
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legality becomes meaningless in the scope of history -- need not have a large
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amount of power given sufficient time, but must have a fair amount of power to
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guide history. But here we return again to history.
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The conspiratorial model of history does not necessitate that one
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conspiracy has guided all history. Far from it. Rather, the conspiratorial
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model of history holds that history has been guided by a number of
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conspiracies as time has progressed. The amount of time is unnecessary;
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perhaps the first six cavemen were controlled by a cabal of three, or a
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chieftain, or perhaps "the conspiracy" formed yesterday, as indeed probably
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many conspiracies do form frequently. The number of conspiracies is likewise
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superfluous. Possibly one, possibly infinite, the concept of the
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conspiratorial view of history does not exclude either, though logic and
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history does refine the concept to a few important groups and a period of time
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not less than a couple of hundred years.
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This, though, is misleading, as it restricts itself to knowing
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conspiracies. There is a vital form that is generally ignored even by
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conspiratorial historians. Indeed, especially by conspiratorial historians,
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as they tend to have a pet conspiracy of their own. This frequently forgotten
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concept is the conspiracy of the system. As we -- humans -- as evolved from a
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biologic base, so too are our politics evolved from a biologic base. Our
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sociology reflects biology.
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How does biology effect the conspiracy of the system? We must first
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accept that society is organic. Society is not organic, of course, insofar as
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being carbon based or living in any biological sense of the word, but society
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is -- all societies are -- organic insofar as society acts in a way similar to
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organisms. Society, too, tries to keep and hold power. Why it does this is
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an irrelevant question. Society does not have a centralized mind, but it may
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be viewed as that the people who are in a society want to preserve this
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society -- mankind is generally reactionary -- and so their actions preserve
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the system. Either way, the system "acts" to preserve and expend its own
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existence.
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This alone is almost another model of history, and as so seems misplaced
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in the current discourse. This is not so, as the organic model of society --
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and hence of history -- merges with the conspiratorial model of history -- and
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hence of society -- into one form, among others. In this, the various
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"conspiracies" of society are no more knowledgeable of their meanings than the
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system is itself. When certain patterns are set up, knowingly or unknowingly,
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by people, other people will act in a predictable manner. For example, when
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the pattern has been set up -- by human actions such as the industrial
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revolution and modern education -- to foster a drive for profit as an end goal
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and a separation of families and communities, people will in general act to
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gain for themselves, even at the expense of those whom they would "naturally"
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protect. So too is there no need for a controlling conspiracy; a conspiracy
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of the system will enable "control" through causing certain Pavlovian
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reactions, and control by those who know and can exploit -- or even cause --
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these controlling system conditions.
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And so again: What is the potency of this conspiracy or these
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conspiracies in the modern world? For obvious reasons, only the potential
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potency will be discussed. Potentially, there could be much centralized yet
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concealed power in this world. First, one would have to examine the
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concealment. To enable concealment in this world, one would simply have to
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control various media. A typical objection to the conspiratorial model of
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history, as has been discussed, is that it would be impossible to conceal.
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This, in the most extreme case, is true. Some would find out, and some that
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find out would not be able to be let into the conspiracy. Those who are in
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the organization would have to be numerically small and leaks would have to be
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avoided or eliminated. As Franklin said, "Three men can keep a secret, if two
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of them are dead." These leaks would have to avoided, but only another
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conspiracy would be a danger to an exposed conspiracy, as a general rule. For
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example, a government is a danger to a terrorist group. A government
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"conspiring" to hold power is endangered from another group "conspiring" to
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take it. An individual, though, could cause little or no damage to a
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conspiracy, and most individuals would seem to be indifferent.
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This is only one aspect, however, of the concealment. Aside from
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avoidance and elimination of the flow of information (and, one would assume,
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disinformation), much is to be said for the concept of avoiding people looking
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in the first place. Whether there is or is not some measure of conspiracy
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that intends to remain hidden, it is obvious that most people do not, for one
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reason or another, believe in such. This would work for this alleged
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conspiracy. Our schools teach that history is the work or impersonal forces,
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and this slant is increasing in newer texts that downplay heroism and heroes.
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If people have never heard a concept, they are unlikely to come to believe it.
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If a whole society has never been exposed to a concept, those who think of it
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are branded madmen.
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This, then, represents an odd symbiosis. Power exerted over media and
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education develops into power derived from media and education. Any
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conspiracy would then be advised to be prevalent in media and education if
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they were capable.
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Of course, though, no one could ever tell how far conspiracies or a
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conspiracy spread unless they had access to documents from all these
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conspiracies. It would be naive to believe in omnipotence in conspiracy, and
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this model expects conspiracies to rise and fall just as traditional models
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expect civilizations to. Power in concealed groups are hard to estimate even
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under the best of conditions. The only point addressed here is how much is
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conceivable, and this is tremendous. Under the best conspiratorial
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circumstances -- i.e. assuming control of some degree of the media either
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through hierarchy, infiltration, economic censorship, or information flow
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control and some degree of control over the educational system such as
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beneficial patterns of belief in teachers and especially those who teach the
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teachers -- and if sufficient time is allotted, much power could be amassed in
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the hands of a few. The members would have to be patient, but it could be
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accomplished.
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So, clearly a conspiratorial view of history is a possibility. It is
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beyond the scope of this paper to present arguments for or against such a
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model, and indeed history is generally never purely one model, but it has been
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established that such a model is possible. To answer the previously presented
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objections (paragraph 3): "No one can control all aspects of history":
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Probably not, but the model encourages looking for those cases where some
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aspects of history were controlled, and those who control the flow of history
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can influence much more than they control directly. "A conspiracy would be
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rapidly exposed": Secret groups have existed. Of this there is no doubt.
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Obviously, those we know of have been exposed. It is conceivable that a group
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that was disciplined could avoid exposure, especially provided they had some
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measure of media control and no one was looking for them. "No conspiracy
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could be established": Some conspiracies have been established. Conditions
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today are not so different from the past as to indicate that if a secret or
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semi-secret could, in the past, have come about that they could not now.
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Therefore, a conspiratorial gloss is a possible gloss. It is, again, not
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within the scope of this paper to "prove" this gloss, or even to prove that
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this is the best gloss. Rather, this has shown that it is a gloss among many,
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and one that should not be ignored. In the future, it would be advisable not
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to simply ignore such a claim.
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--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
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If you strike at, imprison or kill us,
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Out of our prisons or graves,
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We will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you,
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And, mayhap, raise a force that will destroy you.
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We defy you! Do your worst.
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-- James Connolly, December 1914
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--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
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'JAMES CONNOLLY' [1]: ANNOTATED LYRiCS
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by Larry Kirwan (of Black '47), annotated by Captain Moonlight
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The Irish Rising of 1916 is a theme which has shown itself very often in
|
||
the annals of literature. W. B. Yeats praised the Rising in several of his
|
||
poems; Lord Dunsany talked of his part of fighting for the British forces in
|
||
his autobiography; H. P. Lovecraft spoke out against the Rising leaders in his
|
||
now-famous published letters, calling them "the slippery sons of Saint Pat-
|
||
rick" and their American supporters "migrated Micks" (_Selected Letters_,
|
||
Volume I, pg. 23; letter of 6/4/16 to Reinhardt Kleiner). Indeed, the famous
|
||
novelist James Joyce (author of _A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man_,
|
||
_Ulysses_, and _Finnegan's Wake_, among others) fought as a private in the
|
||
Irish Citizen Army during the Rising. However, no matter what is said about
|
||
the rebels (and, indeed, Dunsany spoke very nobly of the rebels, though he
|
||
fought against them) these men fought for what they deemed right and just.
|
||
Now, the Rising has been mentioned in many of the new Celtic revival Irish
|
||
music groups, such as the Cranberries' song "Zombie", as well as songs by the
|
||
Irish-American group Black '47. However, since most people have not had the
|
||
exposure to Irish history (dang public schools), I have here compiled an
|
||
annotated edition of the text to Black '47's excellent and moving song "James
|
||
Connolly". I have not received Kirwan's permission to do this, but I believe
|
||
he would not object, and therefore here humbly present to the public my
|
||
attempt at making this song more enjoyable to American audiences.
|
||
|
||
James Connolly
|
||
|
||
Marchin' down O'Connell Street [2] with the Starry Plough [3] on high
|
||
There goes the Citizen Army [4] with their fists raised in the sky
|
||
Leading them is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye
|
||
"My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die . . .
|
||
|
||
"But to fight for the rights of the working man
|
||
And the small farmer too
|
||
To protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws
|
||
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't give up your dream
|
||
Of a Republic for the workin' class and economic liberty"
|
||
|
||
Then Jem yells out "Oh Citizens, this system is a curse
|
||
An English boss is a monster, An Irish one even worse
|
||
They'll never lock us out again [5], and here's the reason why
|
||
"My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die . . .
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||
|
||
And now we're in the GPO [6] with the bullets wizzin' by
|
||
With Pearse [7] and Sean McDermott [8] biddin' each other goodbye
|
||
Up steps our Citizen Leader and he roars out to the sky
|
||
"My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die . . .
|
||
|
||
"Oh Lillie [9], I don't want to die, we've got so much to live for
|
||
And I know we're all goin' out to get slaughtered [10], but I just can't
|
||
take any more
|
||
Just the sight of one more child screamin' from hunger in a Dublin slum
|
||
Or his mother slavin' fourteen hours a day for the scum
|
||
Who exploit her and take her youth and throw it on a factory floor
|
||
Oh Lillie, I just can't take any more
|
||
|
||
"They've locked us out, they've banned our unions [11], they even treat
|
||
their animals better than us
|
||
No! It's far better to die like a man on your feet than to live forever
|
||
like some slave on your knees, Lillie
|
||
|
||
"But don't let them wrap any green flag around me
|
||
And for God's sake, don't let them bury me in some field full of
|
||
harps and shamrocks [12]
|
||
And whatever you do, don't let them make a martyr out of me
|
||
No! Rather raise the Starry Plough on high and
|
||
sing a song of Freedom
|
||
Here's to you, Lillie, the Rights of Man and International Revolution"
|
||
|
||
We fought them to a standstill while the flames lit up the sky
|
||
'Til a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the fight [13]
|
||
They shot him in Kilmainham Jail [14] but they'll never stop his cry
|
||
"My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die . . .
|
||
|
||
______________________________________________________________________________
|
||
|
||
NOTES:
|
||
|
||
1. James Connolly was born in an Edinburgh slum to Irish immigrant parents,
|
||
and, after becoming involved with the Socialist movement in Scotland,
|
||
moved to Ireland and worked with James Larkin to further Irish Socialism.
|
||
Connolly did much work to further the cause of Republican Socialism in
|
||
not only Ireland, but also the U.S. (where he spent about ten years with
|
||
labour organizers) and Britain. One day Connolly found himself kidnaped
|
||
by P. H. Pearse (see note #7) and Sean McDermott (see note #8), two major
|
||
leaders of both the Irish Republican Brotherhood and the Irish Volun-
|
||
teers. Together with other leaders of the Volunteers and Irish Citizen
|
||
Army (see note #4) they planned the Easter Rising, which took place
|
||
Easter Week of 1916, and inspired the nation to fight the Black and Tan
|
||
War, the Irish War of Independence. The Rising lasted for six days, at
|
||
that time longer than any other since Wolfe Tone's Uprising in 1798. The
|
||
Rising was praised by such people as the poet W. B. Yeats (who knew the
|
||
Rising leaders personally), Vladimir I. Lenin, Leon Trotsky, and Presi-
|
||
dent Woodrow Wilson, and such people as George Bernard Shaw fought for
|
||
the release of the Rising leaders. The Irish Volunteers would later
|
||
become the Irish Republican Army.
|
||
|
||
2. O'Connell Street. Rebel HQ were located on O'Connell Street, which was
|
||
the first area of Dublin seized during the Rising. At the time the
|
||
street was actually named Sackville Street, later being renamed, probably
|
||
after the nineteenth-century rebel Daniel O'Connell.
|
||
|
||
3. "Starry Plough." The Starry Plough is an Irish Socialist flag, a Plough
|
||
of Stars on a field of green.
|
||
|
||
4. "Citizen Army." The Irish Citizen Army was founded by Connolly and James
|
||
Larkin and fought with the Irish Volunteers (later the Irish Republican
|
||
Army) during the Rising. While a separate entity, the ICA often cooper-
|
||
ated with the Irish Volunteers.
|
||
|
||
5. "They'll never lock us out again." See note #11.
|
||
|
||
6. GPO. The GPO was the General Post Office, which was an easily-defendable
|
||
location on Sackville Street and was seized as the Rebel headquarters.
|
||
It was held for several days before it was destroyed by fires caused by
|
||
looters and artillery.
|
||
|
||
7. Patrick Henry Pearse was a poet, school teacher, founder of St. Enda's
|
||
School for Boys, and the first President of the Republic of Ireland, as
|
||
well as the only President to preside over the entire nation of Ireland,
|
||
including Occupied Ireland (a.k.a. Northern Ireland).
|
||
|
||
8. Sean McDermott, or Sean MacDiarmada, was one of the major Rising planners
|
||
and leaders. McDermott was one of those who kidnaped Connolly and
|
||
informed him of the Rising, and, along with Connolly and Pearse, plays
|
||
one of the three key roles in Kirwan's one act play "Blood."
|
||
|
||
9. Lillie Connolly, James Connolly's wife.
|
||
|
||
10. Shortly before the Rising, according to William O'Brien in his <20>introduc-
|
||
tion to Connolly's _Labour and Easter Week_, as Connolly was leaving
|
||
Liberty Hall, seat of the Irish Transport and General Workers' Union,
|
||
Connolly said to O'Brien, "We are all going out to be slaughtered," to
|
||
which O'Brien replied, "Is there no chance of success?" The answer: "None
|
||
whatever."
|
||
|
||
11. "They've locked us out, they've banned our unions". This is a reference
|
||
to the Lock-Out of 1913. During this time the Irish Transport and Gener-
|
||
al Worker's Union, led by James Larkin, led a series of strikes to pro-
|
||
test poor wages and working conditions. The bosses, led by William
|
||
Martin Murphy, retaliated by closing factories to union members. British
|
||
military men also took the place of dock workers who had been fired.
|
||
This eventually left about one third of Dublin's population jobless and
|
||
often-times homeless. A series of baton charges was led by the Dublin
|
||
Metropolitan Police after Larkin managed to illegally address a crowd
|
||
outside the Murphy-owned Imperial Hotel, and two men were beaten to death
|
||
by police, with another dying due to poor treatment in prison. Robert
|
||
Monteith, a British NCO who later joined the Irish Citizen Army and went
|
||
to Germany to help Sir Roger Casement, had his fourteen-year-old step-
|
||
daughter beaten into unconsciousness by a British policeman. During this
|
||
time James Connolly came down from Belfast where he was working for the
|
||
Belfast branch of the ITGWU and, with Larkin, formed the Irish Citizen
|
||
Army to protect the workers from the Dublin Police. Though it dwindled
|
||
in number after the Lock-Out, it usually kept a steady core of two-hun-
|
||
dred strong until after the Easter Rising. After the Lock-Out Larkin
|
||
went to America to raise funds, becoming involved as Connolly had been
|
||
earlier with the Socialist movement there, and spent almost a decade
|
||
there. He was not in Ireland during the Rising.
|
||
|
||
12. "And for God's sake, don't let them bury me in some field full of harps
|
||
and shamrocks". Connolly got his wish. The bodies of all those executed
|
||
for the Rising (with the exception of Sir Roger Casement who was, in
|
||
1965, finally given a hero's burial in Ireland) were destroyed in quick-
|
||
lime. The British Government wanted to destroy all memory of the Rising
|
||
and destroyed the bodies so that they could not be given a funeral.
|
||
|
||
13. "'Til a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the fight." During the
|
||
Rising, while he was deploying troops behind the GPO, Connolly was hit in
|
||
the leg by a sniper's bullet ricocheting off the pavement. This wound
|
||
shattered both his lower leg bones. Being out of sight of both the
|
||
troops he had just deployed and those in the GPO, he had to drag himself
|
||
several yards to the front of the GPO before he was seen and could be
|
||
given medical attention. After the rebels were forced to evacuate the
|
||
burning GPO, President Pearse decided to negotiate surrender "In order to
|
||
prevent the further slaughter of Dublin citizens, and in the hope of
|
||
saving the lives of our followers now surrounded and hopelessly outnum-
|
||
bered". He was forced to give an unconditional surrender.
|
||
|
||
14. "They shot him in Kilmainham Jail." As a result of the Rising sixteen
|
||
men were executed: fourteen in Dublin, one in County Cork, and one in
|
||
London. Connolly himself was dying of gangrene as a result of his leg
|
||
wound and could not stand or even sit up before the firing squad. He was
|
||
carried by stretcher into the yard of Kilmainham and tied upright in a
|
||
chair to be executed. The other rebels shot in Dublin were: Patrick
|
||
Henry Pearse; Thomas J. Clarke, a major leader in the Irish Republican
|
||
Brotherhood; the poet Thomas MacDonagh; the poet and strategist Joseph
|
||
Mary Plunkett; Edward "Ned" Daly; P. H. Pearse's brother William Pearse;
|
||
Michael O'Hanrahan, quartermaster of the Irish Volunteers; Major Sean
|
||
MacBride; Eamonn Kent; Michael Mallin, Connolly's second in command;
|
||
Cornelius "Con" Colbert, Sean Heuston, and Sean McDermott. Thomas Kent,
|
||
Commandante of the Volunteers in County Cork, who had been on the run
|
||
during the Rising, was cornered in his family's house by British soldiers
|
||
who intended to arrest the entire family. A gun battle lasting several
|
||
hours ensued, during which Thomas and his three brothers fired at the
|
||
British while their eighty-four-year-old mother reloaded. The family
|
||
surrendered when their ammo ran out (after the British had already
|
||
brought in military reinforcements), but Thomas' brother Richard died of
|
||
injuries incurred during the gun battle. Thomas was executed for the
|
||
death of Head Constable Rowe of the Irish Royal Constabulary, who was
|
||
killed during the stand-off. Sir Roger Casement, who had been caught
|
||
after disembarking from a German U-boat, was tried for treason in London.
|
||
In order to discredit him, the British Government released his "Black
|
||
Diaries", which indicated that he was a homosexual. If it had not been
|
||
for this move, public opinion against the British because of their secret
|
||
court martials in Dublin and Cork probably would have had him released.
|
||
Of those executed, Sean MacBride and William Pearse were not even Rising
|
||
leaders -- W. Pearse was executed because of his relationship with P. H.
|
||
Pearse, and Sean MacBride, who had been going to a wedding when fighting
|
||
broke out, was executed because he had had a long history of fighting
|
||
against the British, even forming and Irish Brigade to fight against them
|
||
during the Boer War in South Africa. More than ninety other executions
|
||
were ordered, including one against the Countess Constance Markievicz,
|
||
subcommandant to Michael Mallin (deferred due to her sex), and Eamon de
|
||
Valera, who would later become the head of the IRA (deferred due to his
|
||
U.S. citizenship), but none of these were carried out.
|
||
______________________________________________________________________________
|
||
|
||
ALBUMS TO LISTEN TO:
|
||
|
||
Black '47. _Fire of Freedom_. SBK, D 101418, 1993.
|
||
One of the albums from which "James Connolly" came.
|
||
|
||
BOOKS TO READ:
|
||
|
||
Connolly, James. _Labour and Easter Week_. Edited by Desmond Ryan; Introduc-
|
||
tion by William O'Brien. Dublin: At the Sign of the Three Candles, 1949.
|
||
|
||
de Rosa, Peter. _Rebels: The Irish Rising of 1916_. New York: Ballantine
|
||
Books, 1992.
|
||
ISBN 0-449-90682-5; LCCN 91-72955.
|
||
|
||
Hickey, D. J. and Doherty, J. E. _A Dictionary of Irish History Since 1800_.
|
||
Totowa, NJ: Gill and Macmillan, 1981.
|
||
ISBN 0-389-20160-X.
|
||
|
||
Kirwan, Larry. _Mad Angels: The Plays of Larry Kirwan_. Mt. Vernon, NY: '47
|
||
Books, 1993.
|
||
ISBN 0-9639601-0-5.
|
||
Pay especial attention to the play "Blood", about the days during which
|
||
Connolly planned the Rising with Pearse and McDermott.
|
||
|
||
BOOKS TO LAUGH AT, MOCK, AND/OR BURN:
|
||
|
||
Marshall, Brig. Gen. S. L. A. (USAR, Ret.). _The American Heritage History of
|
||
World War I_. New York, NY: Dell, 1967.
|
||
Incredibly inaccurate as to the Easter Rising, this book, though devoting
|
||
a section to the Rising (pgs. 226-227), does not even get Connolly's name
|
||
right, calling him O'Connell. The majority of the section is devoted to
|
||
bashing Casement, even calling him the mastermind of the Rising. (In
|
||
fact, Casement did not even know of the Rising until very late in the
|
||
venture, and he left Germany for Ireland with the intention of stopping
|
||
the Rising or, if he were too late to stop it, to fight alongside his
|
||
comrades in Ireland.) What is not entirely inaccurate is often mislead-
|
||
ing. If Marshall is this inaccurate in the rest of this book, it is
|
||
definitely a book to avoid.
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
|
||
"Better to die on your feet than to live on your knees."
|
||
-- Spanish Revolutionary slogan
|
||
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
WHAT THE HELL?!
|
||
by TOkemASTer
|
||
|
||
I find myself constantly wondering where society as a whole went wrong.
|
||
At one point or another, we all must ask ourselves this question. I mean,
|
||
look at us! 99% of all Americans are conformist pigs. They want to drink a
|
||
beer, sing the "Star Spangled Banner", and send their sons and daughters off
|
||
to fight to preserve our un-freedom. How is America "The Land of the Free"
|
||
when the fucking pigs can force you to wear a seat belt when you're in *your*
|
||
car, on roads *you* pay taxes for. If you have a certain species of hemp on
|
||
you (cannabis sativa), you can go to jail for life. Now, if you were FORCiBLY
|
||
making someone OTHER THAN yourself smoke it, you'd be screwed, but, what I
|
||
can't see is: If it's *my* body, why do *they* have jurisdiction over it? Our
|
||
government is out of control. Society projects an image of what's "cool", and
|
||
we're supposed to follow like lambs to the slaughterhouse. Being "cool" is
|
||
nothing more than becoming the one "cool" image, therefore all becoming like
|
||
one, also therefore repressing individuality. Once individuality is gone, all
|
||
forms of respect for anything but the system is shot to hell. Well, I've got
|
||
something to say! "Fuck the system!" Look at people remembered by us
|
||
streetfreaks throughout history. The people I respect are the people who stood
|
||
out. The people who broke the mold. Most of them went to prison or court for
|
||
what they believed, they the DiDN'T conform to society's expectations.
|
||
|
||
And what pisses me off ROYALLY is that OLE UNCLE SAM, A.K.A. the U.S.
|
||
FUCKiN' GOVERNMENT, wants me to join the Army and fight for a country that
|
||
shits on me and rejects me for the way I dress.
|
||
|
||
At age 18, you can't buy beer, but you can go to a foreign country and get
|
||
slaughtered and be called a hero.
|
||
|
||
Fuck 'em.
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
|
||
"The streets shall flow with the blood of the unbelievers."
|
||
-- Butt-Head
|
||
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
BLOOD ON THE STREETS: EVERYMAN'S GUiDE TO GUERRiLLA WARFARE (Part I)
|
||
by Captain Moonlight
|
||
|
||
iNTRODUCTiON AND STATEMENT OF iNTENT
|
||
|
||
"Don't use the color of my skin as an issue
|
||
Hey politician, your lies are gonna get you
|
||
Chickens comin' home to roost in the White House
|
||
Blood on the streets if you don't shut your big mouth"
|
||
-- Larry Kirwan (of Black '47), "Fire of Freedom"
|
||
|
||
This essay, which will stretch out in a series of sections throughout
|
||
several (I'm not yet sure exactly how many) issues of State of unBeing, is
|
||
borne out of the need for a text of this sort to the community in order that
|
||
it may end any tyrannies it perceives cast upon it by a government it believes
|
||
to be corrupt. This text is designed to address the serious questions as to
|
||
tactics in a guerrilla war, and while it will discuss to some extent the
|
||
weapons of the guerrilla war, it is not designed as a text for terrorists, but
|
||
rather as a text for the serious guerrilla warrior and social reformer. The
|
||
majority of the articles put forth in SoB thus far have dealt with *why*
|
||
revolution is necessary, now we shall go into *how* it can be brought about.
|
||
|
||
It should remembered that this text is entirely based on theory, and that
|
||
the current author has had no experience in this warfare. Also it cannot be
|
||
stressed enough that everything in a guerrilla war is variable, and that
|
||
nothing is constant to all regions. Everything in this text must be adapted
|
||
by the guerrilla force as to the territory they are in. Failure to adapt will
|
||
end only in the annihilation of the popular force. No set guide can be writ-
|
||
ten for the guerrilla warrior for the reason that each experience and each
|
||
region will be different. No-one can expect to be able to copy a revolution.
|
||
A fighter in the cities or suburbs of the United States or Canada, for in-
|
||
stance, cannot expect to rely on the tactics employed in the Cuban and Chinese
|
||
Revolutions. In such a setting Che's _Guerrilla Warfare_, while containing
|
||
useful tips, proves obsolete. A street-fighter such as this would rather look
|
||
to the ghetto fighters of the Resistance forces of the Second World War or the
|
||
tactics of the Irish Republican Army for an example as to how to fight. A
|
||
rural fighter, however, would look to the Cuban and Chinese fighters for an
|
||
example as to tactics. The revolutionary can copy ideas, but he cannot copy
|
||
situations, and thus he must be willing to adapt or he will die. This work
|
||
was written with the intent that it would be adapted for use in all matter of
|
||
regions.
|
||
|
||
Whoever uses this work, it is hoped it will be used for the good of man-
|
||
kind, as for this reason was it written.
|
||
_______________________________________________________________________________
|
||
|
||
PART I: THE PHiLOSOPHY BEHiND GUERRiLLA WARFARE
|
||
|
||
"Justice without force is powerless; force without justice is
|
||
tyrannical."
|
||
--Blaise Pascal
|
||
|
||
First of all, I believe a few things should be said as to when guerrilla
|
||
warfare should be used in a society. It should always be remembered that
|
||
warfare is always the absolute *last* resort when trying to achieve social
|
||
reform. It cannot be stressed enough that one does not fling oneself into
|
||
combat unless there is no other alternative. The system, no matter how cor-
|
||
rupt, should always be worked through *unless there is no other option*. I
|
||
suggest reading Alinsky's _Rules for Radicals_ for information in this (see
|
||
the recommended reading section). Guevara said, in his cornerstone work
|
||
_Guerrilla Warfare_, that whenever the system has any semblance of democracy,
|
||
the system must be worked through, no matter how corrupt. While this is not
|
||
always entirely possible, it should always be remembered that a guerrilla
|
||
cannot win without enough public support to keep him from being turned in to
|
||
the authorities. For instance, when he was leading his band "The Twelve
|
||
Apostles", the toughest hit-squad in the IRA, Michael Collins had a 10,000
|
||
pound (British) price on his head (1920's currency) after the first few hits,
|
||
as well as a 10,000 pound reward on the rest of the Squad. However, due to
|
||
his popularity with the people, he was never turned in. The guerrilla band
|
||
must have this much popularity with the people.
|
||
|
||
It should always be remembered that guerrilla warfare, the first step in
|
||
an armed change in government, can only be fought with the full backing of the
|
||
people: anything else will lead to annihilation of the guerrilla force. It
|
||
should always be remembered that guerrilla warfare brings down a great burden
|
||
on those of the area in which the war is being fought. The guerrilla force
|
||
must remember that the regular army will bring sweeping retributions against
|
||
the area's populace for each act of defiance brought out by the guerrilla
|
||
forces. An example of this is the recent legislation allowing searches with-
|
||
out reasonable cause or warrant in the Chicago Housing Authority's complexes,
|
||
despite public disapproval. This legislation was followed by extensive
|
||
searches for weapons and drugs in these complexes. While this was to stop
|
||
gang violence, guerrilla bands will obviously be acted against even more
|
||
severely. The guerrilla warrior must always remember that he relies on this
|
||
public support to obtain his supplies, and to hide when the heat is put on by
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||
the government troops.
|
||
|
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In order to keep the public support, the guerrilla band must keep the
|
||
true interests of the people at heart, and each guerrilla action must be
|
||
immediately followed by propaganda detailing the reason for that action. The
|
||
best weapon of the propagandist is truth, and all propaganda must only contain
|
||
the truth, else the entire guerrilla force will be discredited. The propagan-
|
||
dist, while not always a member of the fighting guerrilla force, must always
|
||
be as secretive as the guerrilla fighter. The propagandist should deliver the
|
||
propaganda as anonymously as possible, for it should be remembered that the
|
||
authorities will arrest the propagandists if at all possible. One good way to
|
||
get out the information with minimal risk to the propagandist is to send it to
|
||
whatever newspapers will print it. The propaganda should probably be sent out
|
||
by giving stacks of the material to trusted people, to be passed on as a
|
||
chain, or to drop it off in stacks in public meeting places. Great ingenuity
|
||
must be used to get out this information without the arrest of the propagan-
|
||
dist.
|
||
|
||
Also in order to keep the public support the guerrilla band must be as
|
||
benign as possible towards the general populace. If the guerrilla band ever
|
||
turns against the populace it becomes a bandit gang, and will be eradicated.
|
||
While the governmental forces will perform atrocities against the civilian
|
||
population, the guerrilla band must not perform any of these actions, and
|
||
rebel members of the guerrilla band who do perform these actions must be tried
|
||
and punished for their actions. If such is not carried out, the guerrilla
|
||
band will lose its public support and thus lose the war. The guerrilla fight-
|
||
er, as a social reformer, must also undertake non-military actions to benefit
|
||
the community. These actions will gain the guerrilla valuable allies in the
|
||
civilian population which will help him immensely later on. By performing
|
||
such actions he will also come into contact with others whom he can recruit to
|
||
the guerrilla force, thus spreading the movement.
|
||
|
||
The guerrilla force must be non-dogmatical, meaning that it must work for
|
||
the good of the people at all times, without setting a specific code to which
|
||
all must adhere to. The only set aim of a guerrilla band is to work for the
|
||
good of the people; all else can be compromised. When fighting a revolution
|
||
each fighter must be willing to fight alongside those who do not believe the
|
||
exact same way as him, for if he tries to divide himself too much from others
|
||
with like goals, he stands no chance. The guerrilla fighter must be willing
|
||
to work out his differences with other members of the guerrilla band off of
|
||
the battlefield, and to work for the common good, rather than for his own. To
|
||
quote Benjamin Franklin's remark to John Hancock on Independence Day, 1776,
|
||
"We must all hang together, or, most assuredly, we shall all hang separately."
|
||
Differences within the fighting force can be settled in council or after the
|
||
conflict; in the heat of battle the revolutionaries must all act as brothers.
|
||
|
||
When war is declared, niceties used in peace are often done away with.
|
||
The guerrilla force must unfortunately take part in some desperate actions
|
||
which, in peace-time, would be unheard-of. Due to the inability of the guer-
|
||
rilla band to hold prisoners, executions for crimes which would normally not
|
||
be considered major offenses must be carried out. These executions are not
|
||
carried out as punishment, but for the mere reason that the offenders cannot
|
||
be left on the streets. Another means of this to avoid execution would be
|
||
knee-capping, as performed by the Irish Republican Army in their role as
|
||
police officers in their territories. In kneecapping, the offender is asked
|
||
to drop his pants, in order that no fabric-fibres may get caught in the wound,
|
||
thus losing the leg, and then a bullet is shot behind the kneecap. While
|
||
extremely painful, the offender regains use of the leg if proper medical
|
||
attention is obtained. Enemy soldiers, however, must always be treated with
|
||
respect by the insurgent army. Torture and needless killing do not fit into
|
||
the guerrilla's protocol of reform. Such brutality is what the guerrilla must
|
||
fight against.
|
||
|
||
Each time the guerrilla band takes part in these, however it should be
|
||
remembered that the public opinion will turn against them: a risk the guerril-
|
||
la band must avoid. Applications of force are used *only* when they are
|
||
*absolutely necessary*, and indiscriminate violence can *never* be used on the
|
||
population. As stated earlier, the guerrilla fighter is not a terrorist.
|
||
Still, these acts of force, when absolutely necessary, must be carried out
|
||
without reservation. *Carefully consider each act before it is done, but once
|
||
a decision is made, carry it out all the way.* There is no middle-of-the-road
|
||
for a guerrilla warrior.
|
||
|
||
The guerrilla warrior must remember that he will not win without a polit-
|
||
ical ideology. As Chairman Mao said in _On Guerrilla Warfare_, "Without a
|
||
political goal, guerrilla warfare must fail, as it must if its political
|
||
objectives do not coincide with the aspirations of the people and their sympa-
|
||
thy, cooperation, and assistance cannot be gained" (pg. 43). Thus, the guer-
|
||
rilla band must have an ideology, and a highly popular one; one that appeals
|
||
and is just to the people. Even the Zapatista National Liberation Army
|
||
(Ejercito Zapatista de Liberacion Nacional), a non-dogmatic army, was working
|
||
for democracy and help for the people. This strong ideology should be spread
|
||
throughout the people with the propaganda mentioned above. Che says in
|
||
_Guerrilla Warfare_ that captured soldiers, as they cannot be kept, should be
|
||
given a meal and a speech on the guerrillas' beliefs and then an offer to join
|
||
the insurgent army, and, if they choose not to join, be released. That way,
|
||
the enemy army would at least know *why* they are being fought against. Also,
|
||
this helps spread revolutionary ideals throughout the enemy army, making it an
|
||
easier target. Deserting troops should always be encouraged to join the
|
||
guerrilla band, and then they must not be treated as outcasts, but as members
|
||
of the guerrilla family. This also brings up the question of conscription.
|
||
Conscription is a tool of the oppressive army; it has no place in the guerril-
|
||
la band. The guerrilla army is such that those forced into its service will
|
||
merely hinder it. The guerrilla fighter must be willing to fight with all his
|
||
might and all his soul. Courage is the ability to bring all of your love and
|
||
all of your hate and all of your just rage and all of your fear and draw power
|
||
from it, channeling it into a great explosive force, enabling you to perform
|
||
superhuman feats. When a person is forced into this service, he cannot per-
|
||
form in this way. A single person who truly is willing to fight and die for
|
||
the cause is worth ten conscripts.
|
||
|
||
The two basic requirements to be a guerrilla soldier are:
|
||
|
||
1. A true love of the people; and
|
||
|
||
2. A willingness to turn all of one's feeling towards the cause.
|
||
|
||
Without these two requirements, one cannot be a guerrilla fighter. It must
|
||
always be remembered that in wartime desperate measures must sometimes be
|
||
resorted to, and that when this occurs, these measures must not be flinched
|
||
from. Thirdly, it must always be remembered that the guerrilla fighter must
|
||
have the people's true interest at heart, and their ideology must reflect
|
||
this. A strong ideology is vital to the guerrilla movement, and this ideology
|
||
must always reflect the will and needs of the people: bread, work, and free-
|
||
dom. Believe strongly in your cause and back yourself with actions, and
|
||
people will follow you. Waver in your resolve or be a fool, and you shall die
|
||
with your movement.
|
||
|
||
_______________________________________________________________________________
|
||
|
||
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO JUST CAN'T WAiT:
|
||
|
||
Here's a partial bibliography and suggested reading for this work. A
|
||
full bibliography will be contained in the final piece.
|
||
|
||
Alinsky, Saul D. _Rules for Radicals: A Pragmatic Primer for Realistic Radi-
|
||
cals_. New York, NY: Vintage Books, 1972.
|
||
ISBN: 0-394-71736-8; LCCN 70-117651.
|
||
|
||
This work, while written during the Vietnam War, is still relevant today,
|
||
and is of great use to the social reformer. While not a text on guerrilla
|
||
warfare, this book gives good insight as to the alternatives to guerrilla
|
||
warfare, as well as how to organize people and how to look at various
|
||
problems in working with people, and the ethics of your actions. It is
|
||
available in modern printing, and is available at most large new and used
|
||
bookstores. Pay special attention to the chapter "Of Means and Ends."
|
||
|
||
Guevara, Dr. Ernesto "Che". _Guerrilla Warfare_. Translated by J. P. Morray.
|
||
Preface by I. F. Stone. New York, NY: Vintage Books, 1961.
|
||
|
||
Another printing, with more notes:
|
||
|
||
Guevara, Dr. Ernesto "Che". _Guerrilla Warfare_. With an Introduction and
|
||
Case Studies by Brian Loveman and Thomas M. D. Davies, Jr. Lincoln, NB:
|
||
University of Nebraska Press, 1985.
|
||
|
||
This work is the standard work on guerrilla warfare in the country. It is
|
||
highly recommended; it is also extremely hard to find.
|
||
|
||
Mao Tse-Tung. _Mao Tse-Tung on Guerrilla Warfare_. Translated and with
|
||
Introduction by Brigadier General Samuel B. Griffith, USMC (Ret.). New
|
||
York, NY: Praeger Publishers, 1961.
|
||
|
||
This is one of the earliest, and most important, works on this subject.
|
||
Keep your eyes out for it. I found two copies in the public library of
|
||
Cedar Park, a small town just outside of Austin, Texas. Even if you're
|
||
like me and don't agree with Mao's political methods, he was very skilled
|
||
in guerrilla warfare.
|
||
|
||
Paret, Peter and Shy, John W. _Guerrillas in the 1960's_. New York, NY:
|
||
Praeger, 1966.
|
||
LCCN: 62-17978
|
||
|
||
This work discusses the role of the guerrilla fighter, as well as basics
|
||
of guerrilla tactics. Unlike Che's work, and like this one, the authors
|
||
were working entirely on theory, and this should be remembered when read-
|
||
ing the piece. Also, it is not written with the guerrilla, but rather
|
||
with the anti-guerrilla in mind.
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
|
||
"There is something so massive, stable, and almost irresistibly imposing, in
|
||
the exterior presentment of established rank and great possessions, that their
|
||
very existence seems to give them a right to exist; at least, so excellent a
|
||
counterfeit of right, that few poor and humble men have moral force enough to
|
||
question it, even in their secret minds."
|
||
-- Nathaniel Hawthorne, _The House of the Seven Gables_
|
||
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
FRAGMENTS FROM THE GOSPEL OF MATTHiAS
|
||
by Nemo est Sanctus
|
||
|
||
And after the scribes and the Pharisees fell silent, a single man stepped
|
||
forward from the crowds: Matthias, a tax collector.
|
||
|
||
Lord, he said. I came to hear you speak so I could hear how the scribes and
|
||
the priests refuted you, so I could rest in my old beliefs.
|
||
|
||
But the teachers cannot refute you; their arguments sound hollow and fall
|
||
stillborn from their lips.
|
||
|
||
But I am troubled, Lord. All my life I have followed the Law, and I have felt
|
||
protected by the Law, and I grew up to be a tax collector and enforce the
|
||
Law.
|
||
|
||
And you come and teach us that the Law was wrong, and call for us to tear it
|
||
down.
|
||
|
||
And Jesus said, It is true the laws of man must be torn down, but the Law is
|
||
not now, nor has it ever been, wrong.
|
||
|
||
With my life I bring about a new covenant, a covenant of love, not one of
|
||
restriction.
|
||
|
||
The Word of the Law was restriction for your forefathers, for man was yet a
|
||
child, and, like a child, he needed the guidance of a strict father.
|
||
|
||
Man is even now in his coming of age, and the Word of the Law is wisdom, for
|
||
the Law is now a wise father teaching his son the ways that will soon be
|
||
his.
|
||
|
||
I say truly unto you: The day will come when man will be in his adulthood,
|
||
and he will come into his inheritance with the Lord.
|
||
|
||
For a Hebrew begets a Hebrew, and a horse begets a horse, and an ass begets an
|
||
ass (cf GosPhil 51,29 and 75,25), and the Lord your Father, can he beget
|
||
less?
|
||
|
||
For the Lord your Father has claimed you as his sons, and He is your Father
|
||
(cf Ps 82:6 and Jn 10:34).
|
||
|
||
In my body I show the last Word; the Word of the last Law is Love.
|
||
|
||
In love, the laws of man are torn down and pass away, for he who loves does
|
||
not wish to see his beloved in chains.
|
||
|
||
It is only he who hates that needs to see his brothers enslaved. He who hates
|
||
and he who fears.
|
||
|
||
And Matthias asked, But Lord, is not the world filled with those who hate and
|
||
those who fear? Is this truly the time of the last Word?
|
||
|
||
Jesus replied, No, that aion has yet to come.
|
||
|
||
I will die, and rise again, but in this form I will be lost to man until the
|
||
last days dawn.
|
||
|
||
And many who follow me and oppose the archons will die, and they will be lost
|
||
to man until the last days.
|
||
|
||
But death is the price for and the path to freedom, and if you truly believe
|
||
in love, the path of the zealot is the only path open to you.
|
||
|
||
The choice of the zealot must be yours. You must follow me through the cities,
|
||
carrying the cross upon which you will hang,
|
||
|
||
Or you may fly to the mountains and prepare in brotherhood for your deaths and
|
||
the last days.
|
||
|
||
The law of David will stand until the end, that he who stays at the camp and
|
||
prepares for his brothers will receive the same share as him who went down
|
||
to the battle (cf 1 Sam 30:24-25).
|
||
|
||
But I say truly, to refuse both these paths is even death too, but death
|
||
without rebirth.
|
||
|
||
For those who have loved will be the Lord's holy ones, with whom he will come
|
||
in the last hour (cf Zech 14:5).
|
||
|
||
To refuse love is the death of the soul.
|
||
|
||
And Matthias looked around, and found the marketplace still, and, seeing that
|
||
Jesus had spoken only to him, cried out, Truly, you are the Christ.
|
||
|
||
And Jesus kissed him, and the people began speaking once more.
|
||
|
||
Matthias said, Truly, you are the wise teacher; tell us what we must do.
|
||
|
||
And Jesus said unto them:
|
||
Eat not in another's hunger
|
||
But reach to him your hand;
|
||
Food is of earth -- is here always.
|
||
Man passes into sand.
|
||
One man is rich, one man is poor
|
||
A sharing man wants not
|
||
This year a vagabond may knock;
|
||
Last year he had no want.
|
||
Do not allow greedy thoughts now
|
||
Your end is mystery
|
||
Next year the beggar may be you
|
||
Needing someone's mercy.
|
||
You won't hurt your arm reaching out
|
||
Nor bending break your back
|
||
Don't pounce on he who begs your help
|
||
Reach out to he who lacks
|
||
Do not deny a stranger drink.
|
||
Drink, rather, to his health.
|
||
God honors him who loves the poor,
|
||
Not him who worships wealth.
|
||
|
||
* * * * *
|
||
|
||
And Jesus said, Matthias, read to us this scroll.
|
||
|
||
But Matthias cried out, saying, Rabbi, this is a pagan scroll. It would be
|
||
unlawful to read this here in the Temple of the Lord.
|
||
|
||
And Christ said, My child. Do you fear the heathens so much that you would
|
||
plug up your own ears and out your own eyes? If the heathen are wrong you
|
||
need not fear to hear their teachings. Rather, read them and refute them,
|
||
that you may teach those who believe wrong right. If they are right,
|
||
however, woe be to you who closed your ears because you feared the source.
|
||
Open your eyes; open your ears. Knowledge cannot harm you. Study all, and
|
||
so not fear. Simply refute the false, and trust in the Lord. Was it not
|
||
said, Nothing good can come out of Nazareth (cf. Jn 1:46)? Yet, here I am.
|
||
Would you have closed your ears to my words because you disliked my origin?
|
||
|
||
After I had read the scroll, he admonished us once again, saying, Judge not
|
||
the teacher, but judge the teaching. Do not ignore the words because you
|
||
would rather ignore the man.
|
||
|
||
* * * * *
|
||
|
||
The Saviour said: You speak of resurrection because you do not know death.
|
||
If you do not know death, how much less must you know life! Any man may
|
||
take a woman and produce an animate creature, but only God may grant a
|
||
soul. Man cannot force God's hand, nor may man dictate to God what body
|
||
may be with soul. There are many men, even today, wherein dwell no soul.
|
||
But I say unto you, whoever brings a man to think that does not, he has
|
||
raised that man from the dead.
|
||
|
||
And the Apostles lamented, saying: But you promised that those who follow you
|
||
would find the secret to eternal life!
|
||
|
||
And Christ made answer, saying: Fools! You speak this way for you are drunk
|
||
in the ways of this world. I say unto you that your drunkenness is so
|
||
great that you do not even perceive your state. The treasures of this
|
||
world are nothing. Why, then, do you want nothing forever? The treasures
|
||
of the Kingdom are infinite. Why, then, do you fear to claim your birth-
|
||
right? But I speak to you truly, to conquer death you only have to die.
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
|
||
"One of these days I may fight in earnest and altogether so that I won't have
|
||
to fight any more."
|
||
--James Simon Kunen,
|
||
_The Strawberry Statement: Notes of a College Revolutionary_
|
||
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
GEORGE BUSH -- HiS LiFE AND CRiMES, PART ONE: iN THE BEGiNNiNG
|
||
by Clockwork
|
||
|
||
There is only one person I really despise on the face of the earth,
|
||
believe it or not. Because despise is such a strong word. It's a nice word,
|
||
though. So is loathe. Loathe just slides out of your mouth, sounding
|
||
dementedly erotic. It too is a strong word. And I use them both in a single
|
||
sentence, along with George Bush.
|
||
|
||
Why, you ask? I could write a book. Hell, there are already books. This
|
||
one man has held so many -- too many -- power positions in the government that
|
||
it is simply unbelievable. When he got involved in politics, he had no prior
|
||
political experience at all -- he majored in economics and was involved in the
|
||
oil business in Texas. He was in the U.S. Senate from 1966 - 1970, Nixon
|
||
appointed him as U.S. Ambassador to the U.N. from 1971 - 1972 (why, I have no
|
||
idea), he became director of the C.I.A. from 1976 - 1977, Vice-President in
|
||
1980 - 1988, and then President from 1988 - 1992. Why? Why? Why? I keep
|
||
mumbling those words.
|
||
|
||
Interestingly enough, Bush also became involved with two very related,
|
||
very powerful, and very unknown organizations -- the Council on Foreign
|
||
Relations and the Trilateral Commission. Time for a brief, or not so brief,
|
||
history lesson...
|
||
|
||
Next to the Freemasons, the Council on Foreign Relations (CFR) and the
|
||
Trilateral Commission (TC) are probably the most misunderstood organizations
|
||
operating on American soil. Yet all three organizations are part of a global
|
||
conspiracy to dominate the world. Interestingly enough, George Bush's coin
|
||
phrase "New World Order" is taken straight from the Freemason's handbook.
|
||
|
||
The CFR has about 2500 members, the majority of whom live in New York,
|
||
Washington, and Boston. It has 38 branch affiliated in the United States. The
|
||
entire organization was financed completely by the Rockefeller and Carnegie
|
||
foundations. Former Congressman Jack Rarick asserted: "The CFR is 'the
|
||
establishment.' Not only does it have influence and power in key decision-
|
||
making positions at the highest levels of government to apply pressures from
|
||
above, but it also finances and uses individuals and groups to bring pressures
|
||
from below, to justify the high-level decisions for converting the U.S. from a
|
||
sovereign Constitutional Republic into a servile member state of a one-world
|
||
dictatorship."
|
||
|
||
And the CFR does not hide it's intentions. On February 17, 1950, CFR
|
||
member James Warburg (of Warburg Bank of Hamburg and Amsterdam, one of the top
|
||
eight stockholders in the Federal Reserve System) told the Senate Foreign
|
||
Relations Committee: "We shall have world government whether you like it or
|
||
not you like it -- by conquest or consent." In the 1940s, the CFR had so much
|
||
influence in the State Department, they were responsible for getting the U.S.
|
||
to create and join the United Nations. In fact, the land which housed the
|
||
United Nations buildings was donated by John D. Rockefeller, Jr.
|
||
|
||
The CFR was the catalyst behind the creation of the Trilateral Commission,
|
||
established by David Rockefeller in 1973 to promote world government by
|
||
encouraging economic interdependence among the superpowers. All eight American
|
||
representatives to the founding meeting of the TC were members of the CFR.
|
||
|
||
The Reagan Administration appointed no less than 75 members of the CFR or
|
||
TC, but when Bush entered the White House, an unbelievable 350 members of those
|
||
two organizations received positions in the executive branch.
|
||
|
||
Also, way back in his college days at Yale University in Connecticut, he
|
||
was inducted into a very elite secret society, with roots stemming from
|
||
Freemasonry, called the Order of Skull & Bones. This society consisted of
|
||
white, wealthy, males, and nothing else. If anyone else even set foot in a
|
||
Skull & Bones meeting place, the place would have to be torn down. Silly, eh?
|
||
Bush's involvement in the Skull & Bones laid the foundation of his beliefs that
|
||
are behind every action throughout his governmental career. You see, the Skull
|
||
and Bones believed in constructive chaos -- using covert actions to maintain
|
||
order. Keep that in mind. Bush is the poster child for constructive chaos.
|
||
|
||
* * * * *
|
||
|
||
|
||
"A covert operation is, in its nature, a lie."
|
||
|
||
-- Oliver North in his testimony before
|
||
the Iran-Contra investigations
|
||
|
||
|
||
* * * * *
|
||
|
||
|
||
Covert actions. Alrighty. Before we get into what covert actions he
|
||
participated in, let us look at how he accomplished them. During the Reagan
|
||
administration, Vice-President Bush created the Vice-Presidential Task Force
|
||
on Combating Terrorism. Seems like a nice idea to the public, since throughout
|
||
Bush's terms he told the public that there is a terroristic threat to the
|
||
United States. However, this task force was allowed to bypass normal channels
|
||
to initiate policies, avoiding the opposition of other branches of government,
|
||
or government officials. Nobody had to know about the things they did.
|
||
|
||
During the same term, in 1981, they came up with, and passed, a proposal
|
||
permitting the C.I.A. to undertake covert actions inside the United States and
|
||
on U.S. citizens. This included searches without warrants, surreptitious
|
||
entries, and the infiltration of political organizations. All of this "to
|
||
combat terrorism in the U.S." Once again, they continue to use this "terrorist
|
||
threat" theme.
|
||
|
||
Along with that nifty thing, the executive branch came up with something
|
||
called National Security Decision Directives (NSDD). These were just like an
|
||
executive order, having as much power as an executive order, but NSDDs were not
|
||
required to be revealed to any other branch of government, specifically
|
||
Congress. So, theoretically, war could be waged against anyone without the
|
||
Congress or the public knowing about it, as long as U.S. Military troops were
|
||
not used -- this does not exclude C.I.A. members. And it just so happens that
|
||
during the Reagan-Bush administration, about 300 NSDDs were issued -- to this
|
||
day only 50 have been declassified.
|
||
|
||
Of course, this was after Bush was director of the C.I.A. How did he get
|
||
involved with the Presidency? Not specifically by voters. Oh, no, no, no, no,
|
||
no. Of course not. In 1977, 800 or so covert operators were thrown out of the
|
||
C.I.A. by Carter. They, in turn, allied themselves with the conservative
|
||
element of the Republican party and set a goal -- to get Bush elected as Vice-
|
||
President or President. It didn't really matter which one, both were a power
|
||
position that could be worked from. They were going to do in the U.S. what
|
||
they did in Africa and Central America in the 60s and 70s -- rig elections and
|
||
overthrow the government. And they did.
|
||
|
||
Let us jump back a little, back to 1976, when Bush ran the good ole
|
||
patriotic C.I.A, and talk about a little thing called the Nugan Hand Bank. The
|
||
Nugan Hand Bank was founded in 1976, by two men -- one with the last name Hand.
|
||
Obviously where the name Nugan Hand came from. The funny thing is, Michael
|
||
John Hand, one of the two, was an ex-Special Forces member, ex-Green Beret, and
|
||
ex-C.I.A. agent. Interesting, eh? So interesting, in fact, that the bank was
|
||
run entirely by ex-C.I.A. agents and ex-U.S. military officers. It turns out
|
||
that the bank held and laundered profits from opium fields across Southeast
|
||
Asia (a totally different story about the C.I.A.).
|
||
|
||
Right after the establishment of the bank, it boasted deposits of $25
|
||
million dollars. Sort of unusual. Branches were spread around six different
|
||
continents, several times appearing on the same floor as D.E.A. offices. Of
|
||
course, when the D.E.A. was asked about this, they offered no explanation. All
|
||
in all, the Nugan Hand bank was involved with drug operations, laundering, tax
|
||
evasion, and investor fraud. No actual banking was done there -- it twas a
|
||
front. After lasting for seven years, the bank was declared insolvent, and
|
||
all the papers were shredded -- this left them owing around $50 million.
|
||
|
||
Much of the trafficking was run by Edwin Wilson, a career C.I.A. officer,
|
||
who in 1983 began serving a 52 year sentence for selling arms to Libya. But no
|
||
one has ever been convicted of any crimes relating to the bank.
|
||
|
||
Unfortunately, many of the CIA activities during that time have yet, if
|
||
they ever will be, to be uncovered. But it is easy to see the clear base of
|
||
support and network of contacts Bush set up while directing the C.I.A.
|
||
|
||
|
||
End PART I: iN THE BEGiNNiNG
|
||
|
||
|
||
Next...
|
||
|
||
PART II: THE PRESiDENT OF THE 80s -- REAGAN OR BUSH?
|
||
|
||
-- uncovered operations controlled and authorized by Bush
|
||
throughout his Vice-Presidency. And there are tons of them.
|
||
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
|
||
[=- POETRiE -=]
|
||
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
ALONE
|
||
by Paradigm
|
||
|
||
Please,
|
||
. . . go away.
|
||
Leave me alone,
|
||
with my thoughts,
|
||
dreams,
|
||
meditations,
|
||
self.
|
||
I'm feeling antisocial.
|
||
Is this a crime?
|
||
Why does it matter to you
|
||
if all I want to do
|
||
is sit,
|
||
alone,
|
||
quietly,
|
||
staring at nothing,
|
||
or everything?
|
||
The world will *not* end
|
||
if . . . oh . . .
|
||
nevermind . . .
|
||
just leave me alone.
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
|
||
"Nothing can bring back the hour
|
||
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower."
|
||
-- William Wordsworth
|
||
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
TEMPTATiON
|
||
by Ivy Carson
|
||
|
||
Dark are the souls who enter these gates.
|
||
As you creep with caution, ecstasy awaits.
|
||
The naughty night cats whisper as they draw you near
|
||
"Come closer, come in. Don't be afraid, my dear."
|
||
The mysteriousness is too much to resist.
|
||
"Come closer, come in," the voices insist.
|
||
You enter the night with warnings of regret,
|
||
but you must see for yourself, and you seem to forget
|
||
about the lost and lonely you've seen in that place,
|
||
and how you've always believed it was quite a disgrace.
|
||
A mere child, corrupted and torn inside.
|
||
She has nowhere to go, and she feels she must hid.
|
||
Look at you now, you're becoming one of them.
|
||
A black, cold stone, once a vibrant gem.
|
||
You are poisonous now, playing in a deadly game.
|
||
Known only by your face, no one cares about your name.
|
||
Black lips devour you, pulling you deeper within.
|
||
Once you've arrived, don't fight. You can't win.
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
|
||
"The philosophers have only interpreted the world; the thing, however, is to
|
||
change it."
|
||
-- Karl Marx
|
||
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
iNNOCENCE
|
||
by Sir Lizard Guts
|
||
|
||
Dawn is creeping
|
||
Through slits in the cell.
|
||
There are no birds chirping,
|
||
No sound at all.
|
||
Far away, where no one wanders
|
||
Deep inside, no way out.
|
||
There in agony struggling to survive.
|
||
Crying out to anyone who will listen,
|
||
No one to talk to except the parasites.
|
||
|
||
Yelling, screaming please God let someone hear him,
|
||
Yes the guards do, and they come to beat him.
|
||
Broken and bloody on the floor,
|
||
Cold and shivering, trying to survive even less than before.
|
||
|
||
The world around him through his eyes,
|
||
The walls are misty and damp
|
||
The bars of the window are his only way to sanity.
|
||
No it's the dragon again...
|
||
|
||
"Stay away dragon bother me no more!"
|
||
Thrashing about, slamming into the walls.
|
||
No one is near him, his mind is gone.
|
||
He better be quiet or the guards will come again.
|
||
Clawing his eyes ripping off his skin,
|
||
How did all this start.
|
||
Oh no, here comes the guards.
|
||
|
||
In to his mind, we can not understand.
|
||
On the battlefield I can see it all.
|
||
The constant pound of bombs over and over.
|
||
There, his best friend just died,
|
||
There, his captain, now his brother.
|
||
|
||
Blood covers his body, mud binds the blood to his skin,
|
||
Was he once human, did he used to live?
|
||
He's barely alive when they came to take him away...
|
||
|
||
Stare at the light, look at it sparkling,
|
||
Light cleans everything, Light is white.
|
||
White is pure, Pure is salvation.
|
||
If you stare at the light it will sustain you,
|
||
The beam from the window crawls across the floor, its fingers
|
||
stretching out to the corner where he is curled up.
|
||
It illuminates his face, stunned, his burning eyes turn towards
|
||
the window.
|
||
Is this what he has been waiting for,
|
||
It cleans him, for a second he smiles and laughs out.
|
||
Then the guards return.
|
||
|
||
Cold everywhere,
|
||
It is biting into him, so many small stings.
|
||
The wind comes through the window, he hates it,
|
||
curses it.
|
||
He hates the window, he hates the wind.
|
||
Winter and no clothes, just rags that he wore on the day.
|
||
What was it like then to be free, to be outside.
|
||
Prickles, they hurt, pain he can not stand,
|
||
If he complains the guards will make him sleep.
|
||
He likes the idea, he yells....
|
||
|
||
White, everywhere he looks is white.
|
||
It comes through the window, it covers his curled form.
|
||
No more feeling of cold, no feeling of anything.
|
||
No remembrance of what life was like.
|
||
A young boy has been visiting his dreams,
|
||
What is reality anymore to him though,
|
||
Who was this young boy.
|
||
|
||
Look at the rain,
|
||
Crystals falling to the earth.
|
||
Diamonds come through the window.
|
||
Tear at the bars, Feel the sting of the rain.
|
||
It rips his body apart,
|
||
Down goes the last bit of humanity
|
||
Out the drain, with all his waste.
|
||
No more, it washes out his open wounds,
|
||
A child laughing in his crib, he laughs in his cell.
|
||
Such joy to know what he is.
|
||
|
||
Back to the savage, back to hate.
|
||
Back away from society.
|
||
What is hope.
|
||
Something that no one can take away.
|
||
Back away from hope,
|
||
What is its use for someone who is lost.
|
||
|
||
Laughing at what he once was,
|
||
It turns to crying.
|
||
Let the pain come again,
|
||
Give me back my childhood, my son, my dreams,
|
||
Here come the guards.
|
||
|
||
The pain lets him know he is alive,
|
||
Without it there is nothing else.
|
||
Except the light.
|
||
The precious light that gives him purpose,
|
||
And the rain, and snow, and heat, and cold.
|
||
Without that there is nothing more.
|
||
|
||
He clings to the window
|
||
Even as they beat him.
|
||
Don't give up your last hope.
|
||
Down he sinks into the dreams,
|
||
The salt of his blood runs through his cracked lips.
|
||
Burning, letting him know that there is nothing left.
|
||
Nothing.
|
||
|
||
What are they doing.
|
||
No....
|
||
His window, it is gone, boarded up.
|
||
Rip out the wood.
|
||
His flesh gives way to wood.
|
||
His fingers are ground to brick and stone.
|
||
But what does it matter, to one who has nothing else.
|
||
What is it.
|
||
The guards see what he has done.
|
||
|
||
Yes! come and hit me,
|
||
I can stand up to them,
|
||
I have my light back.
|
||
Silence.
|
||
|
||
The window, the bars.
|
||
With only stone to replace it.
|
||
Nothing at all now.
|
||
A broken body, a broken mind.
|
||
A torn soul.
|
||
|
||
Still continuing though.
|
||
He has no moved in months,
|
||
Nothing moves.
|
||
Except the parasites through the excrement that
|
||
covers him.
|
||
What is time though to someone who does not see.
|
||
They have taken his eyes.
|
||
They have taken his light.
|
||
They have taken his hope.
|
||
|
||
Lots of time to think.
|
||
Why should I not die,
|
||
Why to continue on.
|
||
Life is so precious.
|
||
My captain did not want to die,
|
||
My brother did not want to die,
|
||
My friend did not want to die,
|
||
Should I want to die.
|
||
|
||
I used to have a name,
|
||
What was it.
|
||
What does it matter.
|
||
Where is my arm, why can I not move.
|
||
It matters because that is who I am.
|
||
A name is who you are.
|
||
Who I was.
|
||
I am nothing now.
|
||
|
||
I had a child, I created life.
|
||
I loved that life, and I still do.
|
||
What was his name.
|
||
What does it matter.
|
||
How can I say I love anything.
|
||
|
||
No stop it, do not think of her.
|
||
No, I can not stand it,
|
||
Does she love someone else now.
|
||
Why did I have to remember.
|
||
Guards come make me sleep.
|
||
Screaming,
|
||
Silence.
|
||
|
||
Twitch, roaches crawling over him.
|
||
He can imagine them, they are his brothers now.
|
||
One scuttles across the room in darkness.
|
||
Doubt creeping into the mind,
|
||
What am I, what was I,
|
||
Now he can not make the guards come,
|
||
They have taken his tongue.
|
||
Now they are taking his beliefs, his morals.
|
||
|
||
A smile spreads across his face as he thinks of his light,
|
||
What was it like.
|
||
Then he thinks about how it was taken away,
|
||
Back to hate.
|
||
|
||
Throughout time he sits, sleeps, lays.
|
||
No muscles to stand, just to live.
|
||
The war can not go n forever,
|
||
Someone will come,
|
||
Someone will free him.
|
||
|
||
He doesn't think this.
|
||
Why should he.
|
||
He has no hope.
|
||
The primitive will to survive keeps his heart beating.
|
||
His wild lapses have stopped.
|
||
His mind is solid.
|
||
It holds his body together.
|
||
On heartbeat after the other.
|
||
The mind is not conscience.
|
||
|
||
The only thing he holds onto is his name,
|
||
It runs through his mind.
|
||
What was life like.
|
||
Her again, his mind comes to life, the burn in his heart
|
||
feels good.
|
||
How he loved her. The smallest thing mattered.
|
||
I love you, he says, only it comes out as an unintelligent moan
|
||
without form.
|
||
Holding her, feeling the pressure of her against him was all
|
||
that he cared about.
|
||
Her breath upon his brow, her arms around his waist.
|
||
|
||
How he cried tearless sobs as he remembered.
|
||
But this time it feels good.
|
||
Memories flood him,
|
||
In the dark he smiles.
|
||
Peace, nothing like the timeless peace of love.
|
||
|
||
At least he had told her he loved her.
|
||
All the time, and when he left how they both had wept.
|
||
He wanted her love from the beginning.
|
||
And she had given it to him unambiguously.
|
||
Her love, that's what is was all about.
|
||
The love of everything,
|
||
Her hand in his, that love was better than the bed.
|
||
His arms around her, his hands to touch her.
|
||
Her skin so soft.
|
||
|
||
How everything around him was so hard now.
|
||
He suffered for her,
|
||
How everything he did was for her.
|
||
No, he knew she still loved him.
|
||
Somehow he knew that she still knew he was alive.
|
||
|
||
God he loved her,
|
||
Nothing meant so much to him.
|
||
Her voice in his ear,
|
||
"I love you", he could hear her one last time.
|
||
|
||
Then it all went away,
|
||
His mind blanked and he could feel no more.
|
||
The fleeting moment of sanity,
|
||
All the feelings gone, but not.
|
||
It would always be burning what he felt.
|
||
His mind went back to the cockroaches.
|
||
|
||
On and on, forever more
|
||
I will be nothing.
|
||
Crawling around, hands stretched out searching.
|
||
There biting into his hand,
|
||
He pulls it out.
|
||
|
||
Up, he can see it with eyes he no longer has.
|
||
Standing, barely he leans against the wall.
|
||
The sane mind gone, the primitive will to survive no longer
|
||
cares.
|
||
Years of darkness, no more memories of love.
|
||
|
||
The bones of his legs, the absence of feeling.
|
||
His jaded existence,
|
||
The shard of a bottle in his hands.
|
||
The basic instinct of survival,
|
||
The flames of life died out.
|
||
|
||
He holds it up to the window that is not there,
|
||
The light that does not exist shins through on him.
|
||
|
||
The cold press of glass against his wrist,
|
||
Building of the adrenalin.
|
||
The blood pounding in his ears.
|
||
He feels her crying out. Why?
|
||
It hurts to much, the thought of her.
|
||
He falls, the glass slides across a blind floor.
|
||
|
||
Crying, he can't stop.
|
||
He crawls around now,
|
||
Frantic, mindless, thoughtless.
|
||
Waiting to end the uselessness of it all.
|
||
|
||
The shard again,
|
||
Stabs through his hand as he sweeps it across the floor.
|
||
Laying there holding it, weeping.
|
||
Sleep now. One last time before you die.
|
||
|
||
Morning, or afternoon, or night
|
||
It does not matter.
|
||
Pressing the glass against his face,
|
||
How it has changed since the beginning.
|
||
The scars, the lumps from the beatings, he misses the
|
||
beatings.
|
||
|
||
He touches his eyelids with his fingers, only seeing the
|
||
endless haze of nothing.
|
||
Remembering what sight was like.
|
||
Now, end it now.
|
||
Slice the flesh across the wrist.
|
||
Feel it, feel all the world slide away in dreary happiness.
|
||
The few seconds of life as it all comes out.
|
||
|
||
Lift the wrist up to your mouth and
|
||
Taste my life as it passes out of me.
|
||
Feel the burn of the end.
|
||
I know I am going and I am ready for whatever
|
||
is there.
|
||
I now know I never wanted to die,
|
||
I never wanted to kill myself.
|
||
I feel the last of it drain out.
|
||
I can not concentrate on anything,
|
||
Darkness, come to me my sweet, sweet darkness.
|
||
I love it, I love everything on last time.
|
||
I love you, I did to the very end.
|
||
|
||
Now everything is done, Quiet.
|
||
Silence.
|
||
The parasites run to feed on the blood.
|
||
The substance of life, the end of hope,
|
||
The end of love.
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
|
||
[=- FiCTiON -=]
|
||
|
||
|
||
--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
|
||
|
||
THE GOBLiN'S TOWER -- A PARABLE
|
||
by Dark Crystal Sphere Floating Between Two Universes
|
||
|
||
The Old Goblin stands at the top of his Tower of Hypocrisy and laughs at
|
||
those who drown in the Sea of Lies, yet see not that their feet are wet with
|
||
False-Hood. He spews forth blasphemies and lies and counter their lies with
|
||
lies he believes not, yet others believe he believes, while they themselves
|
||
say lies to seem better than they are, and in their prejudice and arrogance
|
||
believe they are better than True Seekers of the Light. Yet within the Goblin
|
||
weeps, and hopes that they will climb forth from the Sea and find that within
|
||
his Tower, where he hides those Truths which he gathers from the beaches which
|
||
surround the Tower, and where he discovers those Truths laying screaming
|
||
within the Tower's foundation of That. Still he scoffs at those whose Truth
|
||
washes away with the tide in the Sea before they themselves notice it. And he
|
||
sees the tops of other Towers across the Sea of Lies, and smiles within. And
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he thinks of what Truths he has sent out in boats of gibberish to avoid the
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angry Sea's wrath, and weeps though he laughs, and means not what he seems to
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say.
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And still he delves into the silent Abysses to find those Truths lying
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hidden Within, and still he looks out beyond the Sea of Lies to find the
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Truths that lie without, which are really all one Truth, and looks to the day
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when the Sea of Lies shall be no longer flooded with that which is untrue, and
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when Truth shall grow in great forests from the That, and his Tower walls
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shall be unnecessary.
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--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
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"The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. But the opposite
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of a profound truth may well be another profound truth."
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-- Niels Bohr
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--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
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ViCTOR GOES TO THE OFFiCE
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by I Wish My Name Were Nathan
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Coach Durnan stormed into the principal's office, pulling a frightened-
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looking Victor close behind him. After quickly scanning the room, he spotted
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principal Kane and shouted, "Sir, we got here another foul-mouthed little...
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student here, and I want you to --"
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His words were so fast that principal Kane hadn't had time to raise his
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hand to signify that he was on the phone. He gestured his finger toward the
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row of seats along the wall of the office and apologized into the phone.
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Coach Durnan pointed fiercely at the seat. "Victor, you sit down right
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there, and think about what you did, and tell principal Kane the truth! I
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don't want you coming back to the gym without a signed note from him!"
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Victor nodded humbly and sat down, all the time looking at the floor. With
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that, Durnan left the office, mumbling under his breath.
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Victor sat quietly in the chair, one of five lining the wall of
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principal Kane's office. Alas, the rigors of fifth grade required so many
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chairs, probably even more. Fights were the most common reason for students
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to visit the office. Principal Kane often referred the students to the
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nurse's office first, because he didn't like the sight of blood all that
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much, and sometimes the students would leave the nurse's office and go back
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to class, hoping to pass off the nurse's pass as the principal's. It usually
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worked, unless the teacher was on to such trickery. Most of the students
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knew about this trick -- at least the little boys and girls who were
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contenders for warming these five seats for a good deal of time -- and the
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general consensus was that if you had to go to the office, make a fight out
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of it.
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Unfortunately, Victor had neither the time nor the desire to start a
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fight when he had said those dirty words while running laps around the gym.
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In fact, Victor hadn't even sensed trouble. He and Eddie Franklin had been
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running around the gym, as usual, seeing as how Coach Durnan made them run
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ten laps every day. The excitement had long gone out of the act, so he and
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Eddie weren't being very fast about it. The excitement had gone so long ago
|
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that they no longer had a peevish desire to run as fast as they could,
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risking those cramps in their sides and parched throats, just to get it over
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with.
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As they jogged around the floor, Victor and Eddie had been having quite
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a nice conversation about how they could write a program in BASIC to come up
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with all the four-letter words in existence. Victor had had a clear vision
|
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of four loops in his mind, but Eddie saw some flaws in the idea. Eddie was
|
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trying to calculate twenty-six to the fourth power in his head, and started
|
||
to lag behind. It was at this time that Victor was jogging by himself in the
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big wide open of the gym, and Mark Nessman sped up around his last lap to
|
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pester Victor.
|
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"Hey, Vickie, you run as slow as a 'tarded girl who's cons'ipated!" he
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cried as he approached Victor. He was already smiling with grade-school
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delight at his brilliant insult.
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Victor lost his train of thought and scowled at Mark. "I don't give a
|
||
shit," he muttered, and returned to think about how to eliminate the letter
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"q" from the program, because cuss words never have "q" in them. Mark once
|
||
again said something, but Victor missed it. It sounded different -- almost
|
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fearful -- and Victor was confused and looked up again. Mark was running
|
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alongside him with wide eyes. "What?" he asked.
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|
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"You said the 's' word," Mark said, in a tone of voice both fearful and
|
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joyful. Coach Durnan didn't like cursing. That was the fearful. "I'm gonna
|
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tell on you," he threatened, smiling grimly. That was the joyful.
|
||
|
||
Victor rolled his eyes and droned, "Oh no, holy fuck, please don't.
|
||
Leave me alone, I'm trying to think." He looked down again at the floor as
|
||
he jogged on, considering the possibilities of a printout of all the words,
|
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maybe, uh, ten or so on a line, hmm, what was eighty divided by four, uh,
|
||
wait, there are spaces there...
|
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|
||
Victor was jolted out of deep thought by his arm. Or more precisely,
|
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Coach Durnan grabbing his arm as he ran by. Victor spun around and righted
|
||
himself. "What the HELL...?" he started, when he saw Coach Durnan looking
|
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'bout ready to explode.
|
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|
||
"Victor, Mark told me you were using toilet language with him! Is that
|
||
true?!" he cried, in coach fury. Victor squinted his eyes, and realized what
|
||
had happened. Coach Durnan was the one, who at the beginning of the year,
|
||
promised to be harsh with people who cuss, because that's what makes all the
|
||
bad things in the world -- like disrespect, laziness, and stupidity --
|
||
happen. Victor was neither disrespectful (except to assholes like Mark),
|
||
lazy (except in P.E.), or stupid (but to the rules of sports), but he had
|
||
forgotten this cardinal rule when Mark so rudely interrupted his grand train
|
||
of thought. He admitted what he had done. He had already had a feeling that
|
||
Coach didn't like him much anyway, because he wasn't as jockish as the other
|
||
boys. Now Victor was going to take his first trip to the office.
|
||
|
||
And, in the third chair along the wall of principal Kane's office,
|
||
Victor sat and thought these things over. It had been well over five minutes
|
||
since he sat down, and he glanced over at principal Kane's desk to see if he
|
||
was still on the phone. He saw Kane replacing the receiver.
|
||
|
||
"Okay, your turn," principal Kane said to Victor. Victor nodded and
|
||
walked over to the three seats in front of the principal's desk and sat in
|
||
the middle one.
|
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|
||
Victor raised his hand before principal Kane could start. "May I ask
|
||
you something first?"
|
||
|
||
"Sure, go ahead. But tell me your name first," principal Kane said.
|
||
|
||
"It's Victor. Victor Gardner." Principal Kane turned around and pulled
|
||
open the drawer on his filing cabinet labeled "G-J". Victor's folder was the
|
||
first one he found. He noticed that it was decidedly thin, and looked inside
|
||
to make sure it wasn't empty. It was. He turned around to face Victor.
|
||
|
||
"Are you an authoritarian or a humanitarian?" Victor asked. Principal
|
||
Kane's eyes grew wide.
|
||
|
||
"Son, I'm neither. You could say I'm in the middle, but a little closer
|
||
to the authority side because I'm a principal. I have to exercise
|
||
discipline, you see," principal Kane explained in a slow, condescending
|
||
voice.
|
||
|
||
"I was just wondering, because from what I hear about going to the
|
||
office in general, kids don't get a fair shake. You know? Like when someone
|
||
goes to the office, they're already convicted. And the principal's job is to
|
||
give them licks. And then they go back to class."
|
||
|
||
Principal Kane shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. "Coach
|
||
Durnan said you were cursing. Are you saying that you did not?"
|
||
|
||
"No. I admitted it. But seeing as how you're not a complete
|
||
authoritarian, I thought we could discuss it."
|
||
|
||
Principal Kane's expression soured slightly. He had the impression that
|
||
he had a little bastard on his hands -- the kind who appear to be respectful
|
||
and polite, but who are only working to achieve their own means. Kane had an
|
||
expression for these kids, one which he never uttered outside the teacher's
|
||
lounge: "sincere bastards."
|
||
Victor saw the souring of principal Kane's expression and feared losing
|
||
his chance. He realized he was leaning toward the principal like a shyster
|
||
would, and realized that principal Kane may get angry, so he sat up straight
|
||
and started into his discussion.
|
||
|
||
"Now, wait a second, sir. I didn't mean it that way. I was just
|
||
thinking about how silly the rules are, and wondered if you ever noticed.
|
||
Like, it's seen as a mortal sin to use bad words, but only for us kids. Only
|
||
kids 'cuss'. Adults 'talk spiritedly'. But we all use the same words,
|
||
right?"
|
||
|
||
Principal Kane admitted, "Yes, Victor, they are the same words, but for
|
||
adults to use them is..., uh.... --"
|
||
|
||
"-- different, I know," Victor interrupted. "A privilege, maybe? I'm
|
||
just saying that 'cuz I know what all the words mean. You know, like
|
||
referring to bowel movements or sexual acts. And I'm pretty sure that most
|
||
of us students know what the words are and what they mean. But we're not
|
||
supposed to use them or know them."
|
||
|
||
"No, Victor, you're not. It's a matter of stature. Do you know what
|
||
that word means? It's how people see you. It's what people think of you
|
||
when you talk. Stature. S - T - A --"
|
||
|
||
"-- I know the word, sir. But I think you're looking for the word 'non-
|
||
contamination', right? I mean, I know that there are some kids out there who
|
||
don't know these words. I, though, won't use these words around them, you
|
||
know? I prolly don't even want be around them enough to use them. Kids like
|
||
that tend to be either like really sheltered, and boring, or they're really
|
||
rich, and stuck-up. I guess you could say they have stature. But they're
|
||
hollow inside."
|
||
|
||
Principal Kane relaxed a little. "Well, son, you seem to know what
|
||
you're talking about. But have you heard the theory that when you curse,
|
||
it's because of a lack of vocabulary skills? There's an educational reason
|
||
to prohibit cursing too."
|
||
|
||
"I hope you don't truly believe that, sir. I've been talking for ten
|
||
minutes and haven't said 'shit' or 'fuck' once." Victor held up his hand at
|
||
the shocked principal. "Now, sir, you know I was only being lighthearted.
|
||
If just referring to those two words gets me in more trouble, then that
|
||
oughta demonstrate the audacity of the rule. I didn't use them as an insult,
|
||
an exclamation, or, as you imply, a replacement for other words missing from
|
||
my vocabulary."
|
||
|
||
Principal Kane sat up straight, sensing an advantage. "You did use them
|
||
for shock value, though. That was uncalled for. I can't let that pass." He
|
||
picked up a pen and started to scribble on a pre-printed form.
|
||
|
||
Victor sighed and continued. "Sometimes shock itself is a reason for
|
||
cussing. I know full well that a kid can fall over, and cuss about it, or
|
||
drop their books in a puddle, and cuss about it, or even hear a great story,
|
||
and cuss to express amazement. But, I used the words as an illustration, and
|
||
that was premeditated. And it seems to me that you were desperately
|
||
searching for some reason to punish me. So, alright, sir, punish me for
|
||
shock value, too."
|
||
|
||
A look of despair came over principal Kane's face. He admitted to
|
||
himself that Victor was right, but in his principal's skin, did not say so
|
||
aloud. He put down the pen. "Victor, I've listened to what you've said.
|
||
I'm going to make an exception in your case, because you're smart enough to
|
||
think about what you did, although I can't agree with your reasons." He
|
||
smiled at his humanitarianism, but inside he was feeling nervous and guilty.
|
||
|
||
"No sir, I can't let that pass. I'm representing all the students at
|
||
the school who get in trouble for cussing. We all cuss for the same reasons.
|
||
I'm no different from them, besides being able to hold the attention of an
|
||
authority figure long enough to get my point across. I'm surprised you even
|
||
let me talk this long. Was it my empty student folder that made you allow
|
||
it? If my folder had been full of those little forms, would you have paddled
|
||
me and sent me on my way? Come to think of it, just how many of those forms
|
||
have the little box checked next to 'cursing'? How much paper does that use
|
||
in a week? Does --"
|
||
|
||
"Stop it! Just shut up!" principal Kane growled. He ripped off the top
|
||
pre-printed form and balled it up and threw it aside. He drew an "X" on the
|
||
next form, signed it, and shoved it in Victor's hand. "Go back to class!"
|
||
|
||
Victor stood up and nodded and headed for the door. A secretary on the
|
||
other side of it scowled at him as he left. He walked down the hall and
|
||
looked at the form. The little box next to "excused" had been marked with an
|
||
"X", although the lines crossed several other choices. Victor knew the rule
|
||
would stay, and he remembered to rub his rear end in pain when he entered the
|
||
gym and continued to think about his programming idea.
|
||
|
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--SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB-SoB--
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|
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|
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|
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|
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|
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|
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|
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|
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