Oy! Didn't I see feathers falling off the cops?

"I hit hard and I hit low, but use a pipe as my weapon, and sacred smoke and detoxing teas as my herbal warefare. What is it that you as an individual wish to create? When you close your eyes and imagine...or rather create using laws of manifestation, what do you want to see when you look out of your window?"

As I look through the scope of my emplaced .50 cal rifle, I see stoners who can't plough a field, defend themselves, shut up, suture a wound or run a milling machine get crushed by armored personnel carriers.

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And WTF is this cheerleading for a lame ass jock video?

Shitty video, Steven. In so many ways.

We fetishize the molotov and the street fight. No greater impotence than fixating on the symbol, losing all context and and meaning, thereby dooming yourself to being a perpetual voyeur and an idiot.

I dig getting it on with the cops, but the fucking self-organized block council that would roll up its sleeves and clean up the charred mess made by all the little boys would be more in touch with radicalism, knowing what is needed, what is possible and getting shit done. Fuck passion plays and all the posturing and pretense of "militancy".