<Also known as the fifth communiqué and declaration of the TSM / 23C Convergence.>
We are the fifth column to every liberation army and to every oppressor army. We take the putrefaction of the bodies murdered by the Global Project and shove it in front of the noses of those who try to deny it. We place roadblocks, both physical and mental, in the path of the relentless march toward the Global Market of masters and consumer-slaves. Every technique is overturned in our quest for tools to cross the cordon sanitaire which has been placed into the minds of the masses, numbed and dazzled as they are by the prospect of prosperity in the face of an eternal pseudo-war on (some) terrorists. We trip up the marchers on the roads of bones and we sweet talk them into insanity with endless meander designed to promote a widening of the cracks in the edifice of Reality as THEY Have Made and Now See It. We were there from the days and nights of the first chaos and we will be there until the days and night of the next. It's not going to stop.
We are at war with religion-as-narcotic, with oppressive states that mask themselves as democratic, with ideas that promote subservience, with people that promote "leadership," with all gods that seek to enslave humanity, with all systems that seek to quantify and control lives, with all forms and substances of this current World (Dis)Order that is advertising itself as the pinnacle of human evolution- even as it destroys the very bases of real human evolutionary survival. This war is protean and expresses itself in as many forms as there are people who are free. We have taken our lives off of the global market and have decided to live in the truth that we are all on borrowed time. The only difference between us and others is that we are learning to realize it.
Every window of denial you try to raise up gets smashed by our bricks and stones which masquerade sometimes as words and sometimes as the real thing. Every time one of us is unmasked, there are ten more to take our sister or brother's place. We are not only struggling for many more voices to be heard, but we are struggling for the type of world in which our voices can be heard by one another without the interference of a system or a government or a market that insists on being the medium and the message. And by all gods known and unknown, we swear eternal enmity to any tyranny over the minds of women, children and men.
We are the ideologically impure; the traitors to both the cause of socialist solidarity and the cause of capitalist triumph. We want our parties to be parties. We want no revolutions without dancing. And we are putting the world and all of its players and wannabe players on notice that our desires are now and forever armed. You can complain and whine about how much we are seeking to eradicate your "way of life," (or your plans for your "way of life") but if doing something for ourselves is such a threat to your "way of life," then it doesn't deserve to survive anyway.
We are coming in from the rain and your nice expensive exotic carpet is going to get ruined. We are the ones who spill the coffee and sangria all over your elegant sofas as we smash up the tables and chairs in your living rooms to make room for dancing. Once the horns and the drums start up the music, you had best join in the rhythms so that you can feel for the first time in your lives what it is like to have good circulation.
We refuse to be put into the position of being martyred for any ideals or for any other sticky trap-like beliefs that have provoked many into the game of being slaughtered or of slaughtering. Enough is enough. And we are holding all of your goats hostage until you wise up. For every autonomous zone you capture and destroy, we will metastasize ten more, just out of your reach. For every freed mind you capture with your words and false wit, we will ensure the birth (or rebirth) of ten more. It doesn't matter whether you call yourselves Muslim or Christian soldiers of God, Revolutionaries, Protectors of Law and Order, Freedom fighters, or any other thing. By your fruits we shall know you. And frankly, up till now, your fruits smell like shit. Consider this your notice: We are taking that shit in any or all manifestations and using it as fertilizer for our gardens of celebration.
We are the Damned Things that will not be categorized and labeled into some easily mass produced marketable spin to suck the dreams of the people into yet another pull towards buying and consuming your other products. And we will always be around until such a time as these dark days of human history have faded into the distant past, only to be recalled as an example of humanity's infection with the viral memes of stupidity. We are the non-joiners. The outsiders. The ones who need no other sense of belonging than to ourselves. And we will wear as many different masks as we wish to in order to get all we can from this life. It is time to start seeing the fnords for what they are. You can stand with us, against us, or maybe, but you will dance with us regardless. We know what you want.
-Irreverend Hugh, KSC
August 21st, 2005
Rant 122
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