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the left’s answer to all things political… demonstrations that allow it’s participants to shout alongside their chosen choir. i went to hundreds of demos whose effectiveness was neglible. didn’t affect the neolithic slave state’s policies. sad that we’re nearly irrelevant.
The stream of protest against Russia’s war on Ukraine has turned into a river. Demonstrations in every major Russian city have been broken up by the police, with more than 4000 arrests, but people have returned to the streets again and again. There were anti-war demonstrations in the Belarussian capital, Minsk, yesterday, the first street actions since the 2020 crackdown.
Tens of thousands of Russians have signed letters against the war by professional and civic associations – that’s what this post focuses on. There is a list, summarised from an article yesterday on The Insider, and the texts of letters by medical staff, teachers and local government officials.
The Insider’s introduction stated: “Professional associations in Russia, and also representatives of civil society – municipal deputies, NGOs, human rights defenders – are publishing open letters and…
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recounting a Saturday morning incident. specifically, June 26, 2021
pues. pos-cui-cui. este es un recuerdo de un verdadero incidente. this is my write up of an actual rainy day incident that others may find semi-mystical and i thought fantastic & hilarious.
prologo. allow me a prologue and some disclaimers.
yo no soy xristianito. haven’t been a xristianito/ xatolixitodeculo since i was 10?11 years old?
at that age for reasons i won’t discuss here, my child hostility against the xatolixos/ xristianos exploded.
theological reasons?… philosophical, spiritual, logical, political, anti-colonial, reasons?
please… i was a kid and didn’t know those concepts existed.
in my late teens, i added logical, philosophical, political, anti-colonial reasons to my condemnation of xianity. for a long time, this rejection was framed by my embrace of a materialist philosophical outlook.
few agree with these last statements. many mexicanos …and other non-euros genuflect to the euro-fatted cow-mind control.
i apologize to the vaca/cows for using such a simile. i unfairly malign them.
many, many years later after an epiphany regarding my chosen materialist outlook, , i searched into various non-western philosophies, mythologies, religions, spiritual traditions, magic and came to feel/think/see my materialist convictions were beliefs… applicable, reasonable? in some respects.
But not necessarily the totality of my or our reality.
i don’t engage in polemics with folks about the spiritual versus material. i no longer see a bifurcation of these.
when i was young adult, i thought it was important to create social/ political movements that would annihilate inequality, poverty, racism, resource appropriation/colonialism, slavery.
i now pin most of these pernicious qualities onto the neolithic slave states. and i don’t see qualitative difference between a self styled market capitalist state or command party models that espouse/ claim to be marxist, planned societies, duduhP, socialist, communist.
it’s not particularly relevant but i call myself …at times… an anarcho-utopian.
readers of this blog will know what i’m talking ‘bout
this …anti-neolithic state of mind/ politics is my preference, my way of making sense of what i’ve seen, read, heard…
i, also, know that my beliefs are not universal truths that will bend existence to my liking.
i have what i consider (but may not be) the Buddhist view…don’t mistake your finger for the moon. you are simply pointing at something or another.
the prologue continues.
on 4 of July 2016, i woke up and the right side of my face was paralyzed. though i had suffered a stroke. i checked the symptoms. it was not a stroke.
i was in Austin to visit the Sahara Club. an accordion group, Blues Squeezebox would be playing that night. i had heard them the year before at the now defunct San Antonio Accordion Festival. they began their set with Louis Armstrong’s What did i do to be so Black & Blue? beautiful song…one of my favorites.
did i suffer a stroke? i wasn’t sure.
i could move. had strength in my grip. no pain. no loss of speech.
i went to breakfast at a mexican restaurant near the hotel. my huevos con chorizo & cafe dribbled out the right side of my mouth.
googled the symptoms…my eye would not close, i could only smile with half my face. the wrinkles on my forehead were gone…hmmm?…
came up with Bell’s Palsy.
two days later, i went to the doctor… a pill pusher who immediately diagnosed the bell’s palsy. “but” he added after a blood test “you’re diabetic”. given my lifelong addiction to pan dulce, i had probably been a diabetic for a while.
when i retired i weighed over 195 lbs. fortunately, i had taken up walking/ hiking in my early 30s. that probably prevented serious issues from developing early.
less than a year after retirement, i had brought my weight down to @ 170. counted calories but continued scarfing carbs.
the bells palsy paralysis went away after 5, 7 weeks.
i’ve been dealing with diabetes ever since. i won’t go into detail on my learning curve. in the last 2 years, i’ve realized that medications (metformin in my case) don’t heal what mainstream medical wisdom calls diabetes.
type 1 is very different from type 2. type 1 diabetes is the inability to produce insulin and develops at very young age.
type 2 is driven by lifestyle, habits, internalization of one’s culture of poor eating choices that overwhelm the bodies ability to process carbohydrates which are broken down into gluten. the un-stored gluten travels the blood stream damaging various organs.
i’ve known about low carb diets for awhile & now try to pattern my eating/fasting patterns (windows) along Circadian Rhythms.
recently, i actually reduced my medications without the telling my primary care physician. my blood sugar/ A1c actually went down from 6.7 to 5.4.
i am not ready to give up metformin altogether but i am considering it.
for 5, 6 or more days, i am on a very low carb diet. 50-70 grams of carbs on any given day. no bread. no sweets. no fruit. no rice. no beans.
but there’s one day a week or so that i call My Cheat Day.
a long winded approach to the story of Jesus at La Penca. we’re near the end of the prologue.
on one such a cheat day, i asked my 91 year old friend, Barney to join me on trip out to La Penca.
a Mexican food restaurant in La Grange Park on Cermak between 17th St and La Grange Road. my go to place for chorizo con huevos, beans, flour tortillas. i like the atmosphere… quiet… more than the food.
Barney told me he would be busy chasing some young waitresses with his friend T… another wacko grown old. one his favorite pastimes…buying hugs and feels from waitresses. a bit creepy.
i had previously invited R to come with us… thinking Barney would be with. i called her and she still wanted to go with.
un poco de esta R. a bit about R.
R is an obese, unhappy diabetic. i met her, Barney and other members of what i call my McD Seniors Conviviality Circle a couple of years ago. before the covid-19 pandemic.
one of the first McD Seniors i talked to was Liz. Isabella. she was 91 years old and very strong. she took a liking to me and i liked her very much. unfortunately, she passed away early last year. spinal fracture.
unlike Liz, R is very unhappy. a whiner. and a braggart. if you mention an activity, a store, restaurant, activity… anything, R claims she had been there, eaten there, done that… a long time ago.
after a while of knowing her, i realized she no longer did any of this because she now has major trouble walking from her car into McD or any other place she was intending to enter. in fact, she would not attempt to enter unless she could park within 10 feet of the door. and then complains about the walk from the doorway to a chair. when she left, she would struggle to rise from her chair. a fat basket case.
though diabetic, she consumes gobs of bread, sandwiches, papas, cookies, fruit cakes… and if you were with her at a restaurant, she would gobble up whatever was left on the table after you finished. including food on your plate.
when i would ask about her carb count, she would ignore me or get annoyed. when i suggested that insulin would not counteract her high blood sugar as well as a low carb diet & exercise… she would threaten to hit me. when i told her i had reduced my meds and my A1c had gone down to near perfect levels, she pretended not to hear…waving her fat arms encased in a stylish mumu.
R was not at Barney’s. I drove over to her place near Wolfe Nature Trail.
they call it that but it’s really a dog walk & bike trail built over a former dump and swamp.
there’s a high school (Richards) at one end and shopping mall at the other. anchored by a Mariano’s store.
doubt R has been on the trail though it’s only a few blocks from her home.
R doesn’t use a cane or walker though she compains mightily about knee pain. sez she’s waiting on knee surgery so she can walk again. fat chance of either. she’s been waiting longer than i’ve known her. she knows that won’t solve her problem even if some money-grubbing hacksawman does the surgery. losing 50-70 lbs would do wonders for her knees.
there may be ways to say someone’’s gravity challenged tactfully.
i fall back on semi-brutal honesty and simply tell her your gravity challenged.
nonetheless on reaching her place, i try to be polite. i hold the door open & she limps into the car.
La Penca is about an hour away. i found it when i started doing hikes along the Salt Creek Trail. the trail begins near Brookfield Zoo or at end of 26th St and follows the creek past La Grange Rd. i had googled a mexican place on 31st St but they chased me away.
i ended up at La Penca on Cermak just west of 17th St and east of La Grange Road.
i can take several routes to La Penca. usually, i go west on 95th. North on Roberts. pick up the 171 which has a stretch of freeway and turns into 1st St and goes through municipalities named Summit and Justice*. i turn west on 31st. North on 17th St and then west on Cermak.
*going through Justice, i recall Richard Pryor’s joke: they named it justice cause that’s who’s being arrested…just us.
i don’t take the same route every time though that is probably the route i was taking at the time.
the sun was out and there were no threatening clouds to be seen… when we started out.
however once we reached La Penca, a wild rain storm started up.
we were nice and dry inside the restaurant. R pulled her usual… after she finished her meal… some tacos w/ beans, rice, tortillas.. she started in on the chips. polished them off.
it was my cheat day, so i had chorizo con huevos, beans, flour tortillas. 70 plus grams of carbs. on my non-cheat days that would be my goal for the day. on my cheat days… i keep track but don’t stop myself when i go overboard.
i don’t remember what we talked about. R probably whined about her ex-husband, Mr. Wonderful. they’ve been separated, divorced for over 20 years and she still blames him for most issues in her life.
she also whines about her daughters… claims they remove things from her house without her knowledge whenever she can’t find something.
in fact, she’s so fat and movement challenged that she has trouble moving about to look for things. at one point… probably even now… she was sleeping in her living room area. she found it too difficult to climb 6 steps to her bedroom.
last time i visited it looked like a squat house… leftover meals, cups of old coffee from McD. bags of who knows what all over the place.
reminded of Shel Silverfstein’s song: Sarah Sylvia Stout would not take the garbage out…
she whines about her brother who handles their mother’s business and placed the mom in a retirement home. R claims she’s not allowed to visit. at other times, she whines about the distance she would have to travel if she did visit her mother. instead, she was sending gifts… candy, other goodies. she whines that her brother has control of their mom’s property, bank accounts, etc.
as we chatted and ate our breakfast, we didn’t notice the rainstorm raging outside.
R rose to go to the bathroom. think they only have one at La Penca. it’s a small place. but it’s fairly clean. paper towels to dry your hands.
i paid the bill hoping R would leave the tip. she did.
but before she returned to our table, i noticed a young Mexican man standing in the entrance area of the restaurant.
HE was dressed in white jeans, white t-shirt, white tube socks… this last item i noticed because HE was holding up white walking shoes in his hands.
his clothes were sopping wet. his hair and face were dripping water and HE was sobbing quietly.
i watched… no one approached him. not the waitress. not the owner of the restaurant. patrons walked around him… as though afraid.
i watched… for a few minutes… then i approached him and asked him… in spanish… if he was waiting for someone? where HE was heading?
crying HE told me HE lived nearby.
was someone going to pick him up?
HE continued crying…answering incoherently.
i asked more directly Do you live nearby?‘ HE said he lived a mile or two east on Cermak.
i immediately told him we could drop him off.
looking back i wonder why i had no fear or trepidation in offering a young total stranger assistance. yet i know when i do something like that i do it instinctively.
HE accepted. i went out to the car… cleared out the back seat and grabbed my small black umbrella.
in that short time, the hard rain got my hat …one of three fedoras i carry in the car… and shirt very wet… o well.
came back into the restaurant and guided him to the back seat of the car holding the umbrella over his head while getting wet myself..
closed the door and returned to the restaurant.
i still wasn’t sure where HE was headed but figured i could drop him somewhere near his home. if along Cermak, would not be too far out of our way.
by this time, R was back from the loo/ john/ restroom.
the staff was pleased that i had taken the young man off their hands.
why did i do it?
i felt that if i left him there… no one else would offer to help him. HE was sopping wet. holding his shoes in his hands. was incoherent. might be on unknown… illegal?… substances. might be a pandillero… gang banger. dangerous?
they would call the police. he might get hurt in their tender hands. shit… the slave patrols might beat, taser or blast the kid.
i felt at that moment, if i didn’t step up, i would regret it.
i escorted R to the car… hoping to keep her dry. as we approached the car, i told her we would be dropping this young man off… up cermak. though i wasn’t certain where.
don’t think she had seen him before… his appearance and my escorting him to my car happened while she was in the toilet.
she climbed into the front seat.
HE asked who’s she?
where are we going?, HE asked
… as i’ve noted, He was somewhat incoherent.
we’re dropping you off along Cermak.
HE quieted down. seemed to nod off. i could see him in the rear view mirror.
i wasn’t concerned about his threat level to us. he was a thin though seemingly healthy young man. his wet tight jeans didn’t seem to contain anything… no wallet, no hairbrush, no phone, no weapons. with his white shoes on his lap, i never thought of him as a threat.
we started off in a downpour. very low visibility. as we drove, the streets were flooding with rainwater.
i asked him how far up cermak?
that woke him up. HE mentioned Austin Boulevard.
HE again asked Who is that? referring to Rose.
is she in a gang? he asked in Spanish
i said No…
R asked what did He say?
she doesn’t speak Spanish.
i told her HE liked her and had offered to buy her off me… and i explained she wasn’t for sale…besides… i was delivering her to some very wealthy euros who had plans for her.
have i mentioned i like messing with Rose’s head?
HE was talking incoherently. seemed to be in an altered state. claimed that HE had a rough run in with some folks and had a gun.
HE was probably more spooked than i was and talking shit.
HE was … i suspected… coming down from something… have no idea what kind of drugs kids do these days… found himself in car with two strangers. one a euro-lady.
i ignored the gun remark. …but told R to lower her head in case HE started blasting her way.
by now R’s eyes were popping out of her head. she would turn to try to see our passenger but her bulk, lack of mobility make turning difficult for her. HE was seated right behind her… she could only hear him muttering in Spanish.
i was having fun at the expense of her high anxiety.
told her when he asked to buy her that i told him she was a very high ranking pandillera. don’t mess with her or all hell will break loose.
mean lies but fun.
by this time we had crossed Harlem and i was wondering where i would be dropping him off.
as we approached Austin… barely visible though the hard rain… he showed a bit more alertness. asked me to make a left on Austin.
i was able to maneuver to the left lane…the streets were flooding fast.
we drove 3, 4 blocks north on Austin. he directed me to make a few more turns and we approached a building on the corner of a block.
that’s where i live, HE said.
i attempted to get near the curb but wound up a few feet from it.
HE opened the door. we both looked down and could see the water sweeping past the car. it was nearly a foot high.
i offered to pull closer to the curb.
HE looked down and held up his shoes as though calming the waters.
then he asked my name. G…i responded… y usted? como se llama? (& you? what is your name?)
Jesus and HE held out his hand.
we shook and then HE stepped out of the car and walked away on the water.
aftermath…19th nervous breakdown. ain’t we got fun?
we started back towards Cermak. water flowed down the street as though we were in a river.
several streets were blocked off and we had to re route. in one instance, the slave patrol blocked off a road. in another, the water was a foot high. i turned away on my own.’
it took us nearly 2 hours to get back to our neck of the woods… Oak Lawn, Chicago Ridge.
during this time, R did not speak to me.
i laughed and embellished the story with R sitting next to me.
Barney later said he though i was having lots of fun… i was. at R’s expense.
later recounted story to Barney and the rest of my McDonald’s Seniors Conviviality Circle. i did not embellish it much but they all thought it had quality of a spiritual experience.
everyone i tell the story to agrees
i point out to my listeners that for all their xian-piety, none of them would ever have helped HIM/Jesus out.
…they w’d find all kinds of fearful excuses to avoid doing what i thought was the right thing.
next, i would tell them, i hoped to meet the BofB* herself.
*Bitch of Bethlehem
i do wonder of the significance of meeting and helping out a young, drenched Jesus. what does it say about me?
it made me feel good to know that i helped a young brother out. possibly kept him from harm/ arrest/ injury.
that alone is reason enough to feel good about meeting Jesus at La Penca.
fin 901/ 14 Febrero 2022
started reading comrade Milstein’s posts awhile back. went to a discussion with her at the Houston anarchist bookstore. don’t think it exists now. in her WP posts, she rarely discusses her overarching take/theory of anarchism or the anarchist movement in general. she describes her activities with local anarchist groups & friends in various cities. rarely… never?… polemicizes with other anarchists or command-party-wanna-bes. she doesn’t seem to be part of a national organization of anarchists. i am not sure which ones still exist.
she hints that perhaps the anarchist movement needs to up it’s game. not for old lefties like me but for younger ones that are attracted to it’s ethos. the future is uncertain. i hope good hearted folks come out ahead though their track record is rather spotty.
In various ways, the now-endemic pandemic has not been good for anarchism.
Sure, #MutualAid has been picked up big time—because it makes common sense in the face of mega-disasters (and as folks then discover, it makes common sense every day, as the stuff of #EverydayAnarchism—that is, life)—even when/if it becomes watered down by nonprofits and “caring capitalists.” And forms of #CollectiveCare took hold, albeit too often informally, rather than the heart of what #AutonomousCommunities would gift to everyone freely and formally in egalitarian ways.
But between our own good common sense of not wanting to put people in harm’s way from the pandemic’s start—and thus self-determining that many of our in-person collective spaces should be closed or postponed, perhaps to never return or only slowly (from social centers to bookfairs to anarchist summer schools, etc.)—and how humble/loathe/bad we are in general at offering clear, accessible entry points and/or mentoring anarcho-curious…
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i “think” of ww2 as complementary to / a completion of the business of ww1. the re division of the earth among the imperialist predators.
your 2011 review of Occupy Wall St is …unfortunately… prescient. the mega banks/ corporations continue their stranglehold on the economy & the state while …in the uskkka.. hiding their grip behind the facade of the demi-shits & repo-shits. i’ve come to the conclusion that we cannot expect the exploiter/profiteers to resolve the issues of folks they consider fodder/ their slave class. the best, the brightest, most energetic of the slave class seeks to leave their slave-cohort behind.
The decade of the 1920s was one of industrialization and economic growth, globally. This relatively peaceful and prosperous period ended with the onset of a quarter century of economic hardship and armed conflict.
In 1927, a civil war broke out in China that would finally end with the victory of the Chinese Communist Party in 1949. In 1929, the New York Stock Exchange crashed, and the Great Depression began. Two years later, a period of 23 years of continuous international warfare began.
The period of open warfare, which includes the 1939-1945 interval labeled “World War Two,” began in 1931 with the Japanese invasion of Manchuria, and ended in 1953 with the armistice ending the shooting of the Korean War.
The United States of America emerged from the period of economic depression and world war as the supreme global power by 1945, and it would revitalize its non-communist European and Asian…
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Roberts’ analysis of the economy of China are excellent. he’s a much milder “socialist” than i am but i respect his insights greatly.
Back in May the Chinese government set up a special zone to implement ‘common prosperity’ in Zhejiang province, which also happens to be the location of the headquarters of several prominent internet corporations– Alibaba among them. And last month, China’s President Xi Jinping announced plans to spread “common prosperity”, heralding a tough crackdown on wealthy elites – including China’s burgeoning group of technology billionaires. At its August meeting, the Central Finance and Economics Committee, chaired by Xi, confirmed that “Common Prosperity” was “an essential requirement of socialism” and should go together with high quality growth.
Over the past fortnight, the tax administration pledged to crack down on tax dodgers and fined Zheng Shuang, one of the country’s most popular actresses, $46m for tax evasion. The Supreme Court declared the 72-hour work weeks common at many private-sector companies to be illegal. And the housing ministry said on Tuesday that it…
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Professor Roberts lays out the humanoid’s dire dilemma….ends on a realistic note:
“Decarbonizing the world economy is technically and financially feasible. It would require committing approximately 2.5 percent of global GDP per year to investment spending in areas designed to improve energy efficiency standards across the board (buildings, automobiles, transportation systems, industrial production processes) and to massively expand the availability of clean energy sources for zero emissions to be realized by 2050. That cost is nothing compared to the loss of incomes, employment, lives and living conditions for millions ahead…
There is less than three months before the delayed COP26 conference in Glasgow. The previous two major conferences produced nothing at all: COP15 in Copenhagen in 2009, and COP21 in 2015 (the Paris Agreement) only committed nations to voluntary emissions reductions targets that would lead to about 2.9oC of warming if achieved. Glasgow is shaping up to be no less of a failure.”
The sixth report from the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) runs to nearly 4,000 pages. The IPCC has tried to summarise its report as the ‘final opportunity’ to avoid climate catastrophe. Its conclusions are not much changed since the previous publication in 2013, only more decisive this time. The evidence is clear: we know the cause of global warming (mankind); we know how far the planet has warmed (~1C so far), we know how atmospheric CO2 concentrations have changed since pre-industrial times (+30%) and we know that warming that has shown up so far has been generated by historical pollution. You have to go back several million years to even replicate what we have today. During the Pilocene era (5.3-2.6 million years ago) the world had CO2 levels of 360-420ppm (vs. 415ppm now).
In its summary for Policy makers, the IPCC states clearly that climate change and global warming…
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my FB experience:
in the last couple of days i’ve checked with my FB friends to see if any of them had misgivings on how the Cuban govt was handling the recent protests…
No. they’re fine with the police attacks, arrests, shutting down of the internet.
why? cause it’s done by one of their… and honestly, my… favoritos.
i’ve posted some critical observations on the manner the cuban govt has handled the protests. but…i am careful to cite my attraction and continuing fondness for the July 26 movement, Fidel, Che, etc.
one very negative reaction by a comrade who is not a friend but posts on some Cuban solidarity page. (i copied our exchange below). he doesn’t respond directly to my citing the neolithic slave state style repression but dismisses me as not living on the same planet for comparing it to repression in China (tiananmen square), Egypt (the Arab Spring) and amerikkka over & over.
this guy joined the command party wanna-bees that i was part of back in the late 60s and through most of the 70s. he was very young and quickly became a star in that grouping. he and many of his/my cohort hold onto the command party style of political activity and regard the Cuban revolution as ongoing and something that deserves uncritical support.
there are trotskyist theoretical underpinnings to all this that i will go into briefly after these excerpts. many of the trotskyst, stalinist/maoist groupings had the makings of cargo cults/ political dead ends. in fact that party that we joined in the late 60s has all but vanished…as many other such groupings have.
many of the former members of that command party later camped out with ISO for years…that fell apart a couple of years ago. i attended 2 or 3 of their Socialist Conferences and enjoyed them very much but kept my distance. by that time i had jettisoned my command party outlook. many of them have dived into the DSA…though they are not wholeheartedly DSA’ers. they’ve joined various factions within DSA.
here is the FB exchange i reference above:
unfortunately, the Cuban regime’s counter tactics on recent demonstrations are straight out of the neolithic slave state’s playbook.we saw them in China (Tiananmen Square), Egypt during the Arab Spring, in amerikkka over and over… Occupy, Pipeline & BLM movements: monopolizing of communications means, shutting down the internet, police attacks, arrests, calling out their crowd to intimidate protesters…more to come.
it is true that the economic issues troubling Cuba are due to the uskkka’s hostility and we have to oppose meddling in their affairs. the uskkka’s blockade must end.
i ought to add that my youthful identity was/is linked to the Cuban Revolution. Fidel, Che, Cienfuegos were young and handsome. The July 26 Movement was exciting and romantic. many of us love their domestic and international projects.myself included…despite my sense that command party states…including Cuba’s… are continuations of the neolithic slave state project. ………….
Gilberto de Leon if you see the response by Cuban President Díaz-Canel and other Cuban revolutionaries as similar to the murderous brutality of the Chinese regime at Tiananmen Square or the Egyptian regime’s efforts to crush the Arab Spring in that country, then we are not living on the same planet. –end of FB exchange
***************** i was tempted to respond with this graphic. i did not. *********
i don’t like to engage in cross discussion. especially when someone wishes me off the planet…
for the benefit of folks interested and reading this post and myself in the future, here’s some thoughts i have on these issues.
a bit of trotskyite/neo-stalinist theory.
the trotskyites believe …to this very day… that the 1917-1991 Russian Soviet state was a “worker’s” state”. initially wonderful. since Trotsky lost his faction fight with comrade Stalin, an unhealthy worker’s state.
when i ran with them, they called it a deformed worker’s state. the states that came into being after WW2 with stalinized command parties at their pinnacle were also called deformed worker’s states. Poland, Hungary, Czechoslovakia, Yugoslavia, Roumania, East Germany, etc. The Chinese command party state was also a deformed worker’s state from its inception.
the collapse of the USSR is deemed a capitalist restoration in the trotskyst world view. the one exception in this theory was…in their view… the Cuban command party state.
the Cuban command party has played a very interesting role in Latin America & on the world stage. they’ve managed very commendable tareas (tasks, obligations,). important acts of solidarity…unlikely South African apartheid would have ended when it did without Cuban intervention. improving the health & education of their population. surviving the collapse of the USSR & the demise of Hugo Chavez & his Venezuelan Bolivarista revolution, the uskkka’s blockade. gave support to anti-colonial struggles throughout africa and Latin America. gave sanctuary to many exiled leftists…including folks like Robert Williams, Assata Shakur and many others.
but they also built up a neolithic slave state. a one party political system. police & prison systems that emulated the Russian police/prison systems. repression of political & social dissidents, artist that didn’t toe the party line. monopolization of the means of communication. they used the uskkka’s heavy handed political intrusions to offload disgruntled elements of their population.
i no longer believe categories like healthy or deformed worker’s state are valid.
i see the command party states as a progression???, evolution ??? of the neolithic slave state project. none of these worker’s states ever laid the groundwork for their withering away as in the Leninist psuedo-formula. instead they’ve integrated into the world economic system dominated by amerikkkan, european interests.
various communist grouping, tendencies, theorists have called the USSR and similiar states “state capitalist” with similarities to the state capitalist regimes of the German Nazis and in the modern period, to states in which the economy is dominated by the state especially the military.
socialist, communist, leftist engage in endless verbal battles over various categories & attempt to distinguish the command party states that generally result from the appropriation of legitimate struggles, uprisings, coup, “revolutions” from the euro-amerikkkan models of modern nation states.
my own views of the neolithic slave state… market or command party… is not original with me. anarchists have long held similar views though throughout the 20th century the anarcho-communist view was obscured by the seeming success of command party advocates. anarchist organizations rarely played a leadership role in the movements that resulted in command party states.
in my 20s & 30s i knew of 19th century anarchists… Bakunin, Kropotkin… some 20th century anarchists. the Spanish anarchists. especially Buenaventura Durruti…but only through the prism of my command party model and my affiliation with what i thought was the end all & be all of leftist politics & theory. i dismissed folks like Murray Bookchin as a raving lunatic & anti-communist. later, i knew of Noam Chomsky …though he was/is very tame sort of anarchist who convinces himself to vote demi-shit every 4 years….worse, scolds others for not drinking the demi-shit kool-aid.
recently as i’ve noted in previous post, i discovered Martin Buber, James C. Scott and Benedict Anderson.
though i consider their anarchism rather mild, they gave me a framework to deepen my understanding of the long history of the neolithic slave state. i now consider that it has a 4-10,000 year history.
the various states identified by market capitalist theorists and marxists are in my anarchist view not progressive stages but permutations that intend and have for the most part succeeded in controlling and when necessary suppressing working people. they no longer call it chattel slavery…i’ve adopted the terminology of the pre-WW1 amerikkkan anarchist left: working folks are Wage Slaves.
the so-called worker’s states… that i call command party neolithic slave states… are the 20th century permutation of the neolithic slave state project.
the July 26th Cuban revolution has a special place for me… nostalgia, youthful enchantment with exciting events and charismatic figures, their 60 plus year battle with the amerikkkan neolithic slave state, many projects that i find admirable… has nonetheless resulted in a neolithic slave state apparatus. it is doubtful…that this state appartus will ever wither away.
haven’t posted anything for a long time. read this article tonight. morning actually. discusses views that place the blame for climate change, eco-destruction on over-population. as Malcolm said these euro-boys are always blaming the victim…and in most cases, those others are not considered euros. they have come up with all kinds of concepts to draw the line between their superior culture, learning, ways of life and that of the others who are causing all the problems. in fact, these euro-predators have invaded the entire earth and stolen everything they could for thousands of years. unlike the marxistas & other “modern” commentators/ filosofos i locate the crux of the earth’s and inhabitant’s problems in the neolithic slave state….a 4 to 10,000 year old project.
will try to post more often. i do post and comment on FB.
in the last few years, i’ve embraced the views of James C. Scott, David Graeber, Benedict Anderson and re discovered the pre-ww1 anarcho-socialist movement that was probably the greatest amerikkkan movement striving for democracy, freedom and autonomy for working folks in direct opposition to the neolithic slave state.
unfortunately, that was hijacked after ww1 by the command party advocates of the CP/3rd International. perhaps initially well intentioned …???though given the history of the 1st & 2nd internationals there’s doubt on point… this “communist” experiment in yet another neolithic slave state has been a hundred plus year disaster for working people. a topic for another day.
The false narrative that population growth is a key driver of ecological crisis “accus[es] and put[s] the onus on” people in the global south who bear the brunt of that crisis, Jevgeniy Bluwstein and others write in Frontiers in Conservation Science, an academic journal, this month.
They argue that, instead of drawing a straight line from rising population and affluence to ecological disaster, scientists “should help expose the structural causes and drivers of inequality, overproduction and overconsumption”.
Bluwstein and his colleagues are responding to an article that re-presents a populationist narrative, in a new version for the 2020s, “Underestimating the Challenges of Avoiding a Ghastly Future”. Its authors include Corey Bradshaw, an Australian ecologist, and Paul Ehrlich, a leading advocate of “too many people” arguments since the 1970s.
Bradshaw, Ehrlich et al…
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“Every dictate, command, directive from the state must be questioned and abandoned when we see it as no longer necessary, public ownership must be fought for at ever turn. we mustn’t allow the world and its resources to become the private property of a small power hunger group of billionaires.”
the neolithic slave state has evolved. it’s technological, surveillance reach covers the entire planet…it even extends beyond the planet.
can oppressed humanity overcome this trajectory? i will join with others in struggle. love discussions and the life of the mind but many before us have analyzed the neolithic slave state…market capitalist states & command party states… those of us who are conscious …in our estimation… must involve ourselves in real movements of the oppressed. put forward collective solutions to our dilemma.
up until the period of the first WW, folks could still escape from under the neolithic slave state. no longer possible. we are forced to fight from within its borders/ prisons. i support all comrades who are conscious enough …in my estimation… to see through the neolithics slave states facade of civilization.
Capitalism is rapidly evolving, if that’s the right word, being redesigned, would be a more accurate term, think Davos, that exclusive club for the rich and powerful. We are seeing the emergence of of a new world order of lords and serfs. More and more of the world’s resources are being sewn up in the hands of fewer and fewer individuals, the billionaire class. The small ratbag of billionaires that control the corporate/financial world now shape the policies and direction of the various states. The states have become the managers of society for the benefit of the new billionaire lords of the world Manor. The state, once seen as some sort of guardian and manager of the people’s resources, is being, willingly, denuded of all resources, and will be the policing apparatus of the population, to control it for the benefit of the corporate/financial billionaire class. The world’s resources will…
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