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So I’m going to disappear for about a week and half to two weeks. The good news  is that part of that time will be spent moving out of my in-laws dark depressing basement. Fuck yes! The bad news is part of the time I’ll be in total lock-down in DC for the coronation, I mean inauguration of Obama.

I’ll be at my restaurant for the next six days with Secret Service in full presence. Many offspring of the powerful and “important” will be residing in the hotel I work at in Georgetown.  In short: I’ll have to shut up and keep my head down as they say. There is a massive military and police presence building up there. Please understand.

On the upside Sophia and I are ecstatic! We are finally going to have a home together again and frankly, I’m happy to not blog until then. Due to the total lack of personal time and stunning lack of privacy, I’ve been mainly writing off the top of my head at like three in the morning.  And when dealing with topics so serious I hate coming in so half-assed. I happen to believe that if one is going to bother getting into a fight one might as well at least aim to beat their opponents senseless! WINNING should always be the goal. I’ve been blogging lately just to “stay in the game.” It’s mostly laughable. But there are a few little gems.

After posting this I’m going to immediately post some great stuff from Mike Davis that I just want in the video archive in my absence. And tomorrow I’ll post a great advert for an event of such importance and excitement for me that I almost giggle when I think about it. See you on the other side.

Hello person who has never been here before! If you’ve had a look around and feel comfortable and excited about what you’ve stumbled upon, check out the biggest influences on my politics:

Derrick Jensen

Joe Bageant

Arundhati Roy

Mickey Z

Guy Debord and here

Say hello at rejection08@gmail.com.

We’ve all seen the video by now. Was he reaching for his Taser? Probably not. Was he startled by Oscar’s “struggle” or “resistance”? Not so much. So why did he take out his gun, stand up and execute Oscar Grant?

I don’t think he planned it. I don’t think he went to work that night hell bent on killing yet another black man. And I’ll admit, the video shows his surprise. So why did he do it?

Here is the answer: because he wanted to. Because that’s what they’re trained to do.  That’s what this culture is; what it does.

What that fucking cop did was no different than what the well trained and well groomed bigot does when he/she blurts out a racial slur in “polite” company. He/she acted on their conditioned nature and played out this societies program for so-called normality. However, the second after the racial slur (or bullets) come out, the agent is immediately aware of the ramifications of their actions.

The husband that hits his wife knows within one second that he has fucked up. Do we forgive? We should not.

Cops are trained to (and do) loath the general public. Us. Think about how cops are trained to hate people like me: anarchists.

We need to understand that cop’s bullet as him blurting out “nigger.” Or “thug.”

To say it again: he did it because he wanted to. Programmed to. For one second (in his sick mind) he had “justice” with those “thugs.” It doesn’t matter what Oscar’s human story was anymore than the story of a slaughtered family in Gaza. The people that pay for the bullets also “pay” for “education.” And journalism. And Research. And science. And industry. And media. And “Defense!” And so on.

None of the words matter. They call it “law and order” and/or “progress.”  I call it Occupation. And we play out the tragic, pathetic and horrific script written for us by the rich and powerful each day.

I feel like a time bomb.

Judge for yourself:
Have you ever heard of Surplus Labor/a>

This is Huwaida Arraf. I saw this video on Dissident Voice of her standing up to Israeli thugs. Here is the article by Kim Petersen.

“Too much to mourn”:Live From Palestine

US Senate Endorses Israeli Slaughter: Jeremy R. Hammond

More soon.

They didn’t the day this picture was taken, but better late than never! Yippee! Finally an ethnic cleansing we can get into! Check it out: Die You Fucks!

Listen to Bill Hicks you destroyers of everything! “Kill yourselves.” Seriously. You know people are going to start picking you parasites off soon anyway, so just take care of business with your little imagined idea of “dignity”: kill yourselves on golf courses, (that we’ll soon reclaim/re-wild) suck the tailpipe of your limos, jump off of the Swiss alps, fly your Lear Jets into the NYSE (and save of us the trouble of dismantling it ourselves!) Just take you and the other one to ten percent of you parasites anywhere in the universe but here. Perhaps you could take your Space Shuttles to Mars and play with your Rover. Perhaps you could just put pistols to your black hearts. It doesn’t really matter: just go away, hide or die. Preferably die. Man, that felt fucking great!

Speaking of Bill Hicks and fuckfaces killing themselves, here he is doing his thing.

And Hicks again: sometimes the “sinner” is really the saint.

Speaking of the word “fuckface,” here is me making an ass of myself on Zed’s front stoop.

And here is why I can’t write a political word right now. Because blogging seems besides the point once you witness this (yet armed struggle seems to make so much more sense):

Hey Israel:

Eric Stoltz sez: “You’re Over.”

Hey Max, what in the fuck are doing yacking about your sex life in the 90’s and shit?

Good question. Which I will answer more directly over the weekend. In short: the “holidays” are usually pretty rough for me. Certain emotions sneak their way back and skeletons start dancing in closets and so forth. Actually, if anyone wants to go to my archive, one will notice a missing month. At least this January I’m trying!

Now, I need to write the greatest advertisement in human history for a certain event. Hasta Manana!

I and my former best-friend, Jonah, were so in love with this band (Archers of Loaf) that we actually followed them from a DC show at the Black Cat to a show in Louisville Kentucky. A bonus of this show was that we got to see a little unknown band called Spoon. The singer of this band ended up sleeping with my long term roommate.

The two of us loved talking philosophy and thinking about new ways of existing. We took the album title “The Speed of Cattle” seriously. We decided to spend an entire week of our suburban lives moving at this speed: of cattle.

We never drove above thirty miles an hour: even if on the highway. We walked slow, ate slow, thought before we spoke, were chivalrous, polite, kind, patient, loving and were just calm.

It was a good week. Of course we went back to normal and eventually fucked each other over. Our egos, sex drives and vaginal turf wars took place between “my” ex-girlfriend and “his” new girlfriend which wrecked us as mutual revolutionaries. And as friends. That three-way probably wasn’t such a good idea was it!? She ended up cheating on her boyfriend with her ex-boyfriend: me. Such a waste.

They were both wonderful. He’s in Ireland, she’s in England and I’m here in shit town USA.

It’s only Rock ‘N Roll!

Archers of Loaf:

Sebadoh: