The Yellow Jacks Ministry of Reactionary Dialogue

Are You Kidding Me?

2005-10-10T18:17:00.000-07:00

This shit is so fantastic, i can't believe it exists:

The People's Republic of Yellow Jack.

Here's the explanation. It's a game of sorts, an online community based game, and you create a country. I created this one, obviously. Then, you're faced with issues and choices for handling them, and depending on the choice you make, it changes the way your country progresses. I am not making up the issues OR the choices, the COMP-uter does.

I thought I'd post the choices here, and y'all could vote in the comments. Then I'd pick that one, and it could be funny. Or maybe not. If no one pays attention or votes in a week from the post, then I'll pick the most ludicrous of all choices. So....

Issue No. 1: Should elections be compulsory?
(a)Obviously we cant force dummies to vote.
(b)We should force everyone to vote so there's a true representation of everybody.
(c)Why have elections at all? Just do away with the damn things.
(d)Ignore this issue altogether.
Voting on this issue closes on 10/16. Or whenever everybody says their piece.

Recidivism

2005-09-20T14:54:00.000-07:00

re·cid·i·vism (r-sd-vzm)
n. 1. A tendency to lapse into a previous pattern of behavior, especially a pattern of criminal habits.

This should be considered as the semi-annual attempt to reconstitute the Ministry. In considering the nature of this congress, this member has reflected upon the words, discounting the clearly schizo-affective reference in Yellow Jack's; instead, thinking on reactionary:

n. An opponent of progress or liberalism; an extreme conservative.

It would be almost ludicrous to suggest that any member is an extreme conservative, or even an enemy of liberalism. Still, if by progress we must speak of the neo-con revolution, the islamic revolution, the evangelical revolution, the UN-revolution #412, oil revolution, eco-lution, bannana revolution, and so on and so forth (remembering that a giant pile of sugar is too much for one man), well, frankly, opposition to progress as such would seem compulsory for anyone with a shred of decency. That, gentlemen, is one thing this posse has in spades. We may not have dignity, prospects, or even a basic grasp on time management, but dammit if y'all ain't the most decent sons-a-bitches a guy could know.

As far as the dialogue part of this experiment is concerned, there's another mix in the mail, plus the summer mix-up for those of you still waiting on it. And oh yeah, who's coming to visit?

Raise one for Doug

2005-09-17T10:46:00.000-07:00

Congratulations Doug on your graduation.

That is all.

Bitchez.

The Three Most Important Things In Life

2005-08-11T17:59:00.000-07:00

Sex, violence, and....labor relations?

Thought you guys might get a kick out of Harlan Ellison's wisdom.

reaction

2005-07-21T14:45:00.000-07:00

this time the bombs were smaller, but the reaction is still the same....

jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii - HAD!

muslims confuse me. apparently, the only way you can operate is through a jihad of some sorts. they just cant say stop blowing stuff up, they have to have a jihad against it. i imagine it's like this in normal life. for example, going to the grocery store is a jihad against hunger, and school is a jihad against ignorance...

The Final Note

2005-07-19T16:03:00.000-07:00

The Yellow Jack's Summer Aught-Five is done, and have started to hit the mail. Here's the final list, and some notes:

Side One: (1)Roots, Radicals ...Stiff Little Fingers (2)A Shot Rang Out ...Black Star Brigade (3)Fight It ...Born to Lose (4)24 Hour Movement ...Section 8 (5)This Is England ...The Clash (6)Crash & Burn ...Transplants (7)Vida de Otario ...Cidade de deus

Side Two: (8)Little Sister ...Elvis (9)Call the Police ...Brain Failure (10)Scarlet Begonias ...Sublime (11)Policeman ...Silencers (12)Police ...X (13)Loack & Load ...Knocked Out Stiffs (14)Crawlin' ...The Sweethearts (15)Roots Raddics Dub ...Bunny Wailer

The Austin bands are linked to their sites. If you want to peruse the Austin scene virtually, go here: austin punk rock. A better option would be to plan a recon mission to Jack territory and just get your ass down here. Why not, really?
The Clash song is what got stuck on repeat in my brain on 07/07 which was not a good day at all.
In summary, the rest of you, go home and check your mailboxes 'cos I totally remember mailing music. Then, after you enjoy it, come to Texas. Now git 'er done.

This Ain't Nothin' Like Columbine

2005-06-27T18:17:00.000-07:00

In reference to the summer mix-up of aught-five in the green hills of a-tx 78728, here is the current set-list, presented for the debate, critique, and general malignment by the assembly of the Ministry. In other words, do any of you shites & fikes got any suggestions other than gay sleater-kinney (having established that words & guitars was
their last good song) ?? Do you now...

Side One: 1. Roots, Radicals, Rockers...Stiff Little Fingers 2. A Shot Rang Out...Black Star Brigade 3. Fight It...Born To Lose 4. Somebody Got Murdered...Clash 5. ~~Roots Radicals (Unplugged)...Rancid~~ 6. Vida Otario...City/God Sndtrk 7. Promised Land...Elvis 8. Guitar Town...Steve Earle

Side Two: Call The Police...Brain Failure 9. Crash & Burn...Transplants 10. Scarlet Begonias...Sublime 11. Policeman...Silencers 12. Police...X 13. Lock & Load...Knocked Out Stiffs 14. Gravedigger Blues...Beat Happening 15. Roots Raddics Dub...Bunny Wailer

受欢迎的同志!

2005-05-24T18:47:00.000-07:00

While the record companies maintain a death grip on the means of musical production, your Chief Architect is busily preparing himself for the arrival of the People's Republic of Rock. In the spirit of common sharing, I would like to offer my proletariat peers these two tracks. The first is a classic tune from Stiff Little Fingers titled Roots, Radicals, Rockers, and Reggae; they released it back in 1981, coinciding of course with the tumultuous start of the Reagan administration. The second is Bunny Wailer's dub version Roots Raddics Dub. These two cuts will be the foundation of the Aught-Five Summer in Texas mix-up, but that's all there is on the playlist so far; any suggestions? Finally, if anyone is waiting with baited breath for a Star Wars III review, t.s. Just kidding; very much worth watching it is.

This links got yanked jut like the Chief said they would, so if anybody didn't get the tracks, y'all have to ask nicely now.

Stiff Little Fingers
Roots, Radicals, Rockers, and Reggae
Bunny Wailer
Roots Raddics Dub

April 29, 1983

2005-05-22T11:15:00.000-07:00

i figure since people are using this again, i'd just give you guys something to laugh at. here is the transcribed account of chicago cubs manager lee elia's rant to a radio reporter at wrigley field on april 29, 1983...

“Fuck those fucking fans who come out here and say they're Cub fans that are supposed to be behind you, ripping every fucking thing you do. I’ll tell you one fucking thing, I hope we get fucking hotter than shit, just to stuff it up them 3,000 fucking people that show up every fucking day, because if they’re the real Chicago fucking fans, they can kiss my fucking ass right downtown and PRINT IT.

“They’re really, really behind you around here...my fucking ass. What the fuck am I supposed to do, go out there and let my fucking players get destroyed every day and be quiet about it? For the fucking nickel-dime people who turn up? The motherfuckers don't even work. That's why they're out at the fucking game. They oughta go out and get a fucking job and find out what it's like to go out and earn a fucking living. Eighty-five percent of the fucking world is working. The other fifteen percent come out here. A fucking playground for the cocksuckers. Rip them motherfuckers. Rip them fucking cocksuckers like the fucking players. We got guys busting their fucking ass, and them fucking people boo. And that’s the Cubs? My fucking ass. They talk about the great fucking support the players get around here. I haven't seen it this fucking year. Everybody associated with this organization have been winners their whole fucking life. Everybody. And the credit is not given in that respect.

“All right, they don’t show because we’re 5 and 14...and unfortunately, that's the criteria of them dumb fifteen mother-fucking percent that come out to day baseball. The other eighty-five percent are earning a living. I tell you, it'll take more than a 5 and 12 or 5 and 14 to destroy the makeup of this club. I guarantee you that. There’s some fucking pros out there that wanna win. But you’re stuck in a fucking stigma of the fucking Dodgers and the Phillies and the Cardinals and all that cheap shit. It's unbelievable. It really is. It’s a disheartening fucking situation that we're in right now. Anybody who was associated with the Cub organization four or five years ago that came back and sees the multitude of progress that’s been made will understand that if they're baseball people, that 5 and 14 doesn't negate all that work. We got 143 fucking games left.

“What I’m trying to say is don't rip them fucking guys out there. Rip me. If you wanna rip somebody, rip my fucking ass. But don't rip them fucking guys because they’re giving everything they can give. And right now they're trying to do more than God gave ‘em, and that’s why we make the simple mistakes. That's exactly why.”

and by the way, you all should check out another blogspot account for zisk magazine at http://ziskmagazine.blogspot.com.

The Boys of Summer

2005-05-18T19:44:00.000-07:00

Recess is over gentlemen. Jack has instructed me to assemble the Ministry of Reactionary Dialogue for a summer session. Briefly, all officers pictured above should feel welcome, nay, compelled to post for consideration various items of interest on a regular basis. These may include humorous anecdotes, shocking photographs, absurd news items, or personal business which may help others to pass the time. To the right of this frame, the Speak Easy Whiskey Bar is always open, hopefully with free-flowing liqour and some attempt at adolescent clowning. Furthermore, under the camerati menu are links to useful locations.

At any rate, I was damn near eaten by fire ants Friday, the 13th. No doubt this is due to the papcy of a German priest. Below is a photograph of my size sixteen giraffe hoof with the damage done.

Puff Daddy will be there. Martin Luther King III will too. And so will I.

2005-02-27T18:25:00.000-08:00

I'm heading off to upstate NY tomorrow morning, and by Thursday I'll be in Selma, Alabama for the 40th Anniverary of the voting rights bridge crossing march and "Bloody Sunday." Should be very cool. If you guys want to reach me until 3/8 just ring my cell.

Steve Jones Owes Me a Movie

2005-02-23T13:31:00.000-08:00

Steve Jones has a radio show on 103.1 in LA. Deep in the heart of cyber-space, I'm listening to it while battling an immuno-infection, and Jones is giving away some flick to the first three callers who can name the song he's whistling. While simultaneously bickering with Ciatog, I realize that it's Waterloo Sunset by the Kinks, and I begin frantically calling the station. The first dozen times those bastards hung up on me after a single ring, and then, finally, they just let it ring without picking up. I can only assume that they were watching the caller-id and incredulously muttering, 'What's this hick from Texas calling for?' while discriminating against me. Frankly, I am livid, and asking all visitors to call 1 877 900 1031 and tell them that Steve Jones owes me a movie.

Hunter S. Thompson commits suicide.

2005-02-20T21:25:00.000-08:00

You may've not heard yet, but Hunter S. Thompson shot himself earlier today.A huge bummer.

Here is a link to his last-ever article for his ESPN Page 2 column, Hey Rube: "Shotgun Golf with Bill Murray".

Though I've never been too terribly drawn to his fiction nor the lifestyle he espoused, I've long admired his style of journalism, his humor, and, let's face it, his extreme cynicism.

Clock'd With My Glock

2005-02-17T12:34:00.000-08:00

We've spoken about the violent struggle here and here, but Jack has never considered the effeminate needs of our sister soldiers. At long last the bourgoise-pig market system has filled the demand:

The next step is gathering Jack's army, or, as we prefer to call it, our very own Kill-Bot Factory.

Nakamura

2005-02-04T08:56:00.000-08:00

This guy sounds awesome, and it's a cheap deal for the dodgers.

From MLB.com:
Following in the footsteps of trailblazer and former Dodger Hideo Nomo, the 31-year-old Nakamura has longed to make this move. If you don't believe it, consider that he walked away from a guaranteed $10 million contract over the next two years in Japan to sign a $500,000 non-guaranteed minor league deal with the Dodgers only to fight for a job as a non-roster invitee to Spring Training.

"The money is not important," said Nakamura. "At long last I'm wearing a Dodger uniform. Now the challenge is to show what I can do."

Literal joy folks, no figures.

2005-01-30T11:29:00.000-08:00

What a beautiful day for Iraq. Here are some Iraqi voices...

freedom...
freedom...
freedom...
and more freedom...

A Doormat? Is That What She Made Me Lug Up From Memphis?

2005-01-28T21:02:00.000-08:00

Drink up ladies & gentlemen; here's a topic that hopefully appeals to the inebriated and nihilstic.

when i go to heaven.../st peter he will say.../how did you earn your living?.../how did you earn your pay?...
my reply was with a little bit of thunder.../earned my livin killin down under...
when i go to bars.../the girls they will say.../how did you earn your living?.../how did you earn your pay?...
my reply was with a cool kinda nod.../earned my living killing commies for my god...
when i go home.../the hippies they will say...
i replied as a pulled my 9.../get out of my way before i take your life...

Ignore the absurdity of d Nova working out to Marine cadence. Consider instead the notion of Purpose; how the work of the individual relates to society. The quoted words above belie a machismo of mission and an individual that grasps a simple understanding of his relationship to his culture. He can feel confident in his position; he can express his Purpose without uncertainty to God, lovers, and antagonists. He can not, however, place that purpose within a larger context. He has a purpose, but that purpose is only immediate.

Determining purpose in the events of the world is the act of writing a universal history, defined alternately as an attempt to find a meaningful pattern in the overall development of human societies(Hegel). Two texts out of Jack's bookshelf that deal with the modern incarnation of this concern are Fukuyama's The End of History and the Last Man, and Levy's War, Evil, and the End of History. Why the emphasis on the end of History? For Hegel, the end of history has been reached when society is universally just. Fukuyama's work was published in 1992, while Levy's was published ten years later. Any brief here would fail to do the texts justice, so it should suffice to reach the point...now: Fukuyama viewed the world with optimism, attempting to prove that the end of history had indeed been reached as liberal democracy and consumer capitalism swept the globe. Levy's travels to the Third World revealed and end of history that was stark and despairing.

It may be that the challenge of this time is choosing one End or the other, and frankly, they both seem desperately static. Thoughts? What purpose should an individual apply himself to? Is there a point in applying one's self to any of this?

Hamsters have enormous testicles in proportion to their minute body-size.

2005-01-28T14:55:00.000-08:00

THIS GUY IS AMAZING. READ THIS STORY. IT IS HEROIC. I KNOW DN IS OPPOSED TO CAPS BUT THIS IS FRIGGIN AMAZING AND WARRANTS CAPS.
that's right--60 bottles of beer.

Get the body you want...
...in Lynn, Mass.
Squats and thrusts and glory holes.

This clears up a lot.

But I had a suspicion.

Clean up after the tsunami, kiddies! And when you're all done, you get to play with the dancing froggy!
Tsunamis are fun!!

Quick thought on D-Lowe in Dodgertown

2005-01-11T14:35:00.000-08:00

Obviously, we all know Lowe signed with LA (the Dodgers, not the Angels of Anaheim). In another lukewarm offseason for LA, this is an awesome signing. This is why:

Lowe's ERA has been really high the last two years in Boston, but:
a) the stadium will be a better park for him to pitch in than Fenway.
b) more great defense in LA, as in Boston.
c) he'll reap the benefits of not having to face a DH, as he's not a power-pitcher.

Also, for money-motivated reasons, today's ballplayers often perform well after changing uniforms--even if it doesn't have pinstripes--at least for one season (see: R. Clemens). and Lowe proved in the postseason he's still "got it"--and now that we know he can perform under the most intense pressure (and the fact that he's changing coasts) the notion that he's a basket-case is long gone. If the Dodgers get to the playoffs, to quote D.C., he'll be HUGE!

My predictions for Lowe, taking all those factors into consideration, as well as the fact that he'll obviously have less run support: 14-16 wins, 3.60-3.90 ERA.

Other prediction: 4-6 wins and three months on the DL for fat-fuck Wells, but 15+ wins from Schilling and a Cy Young-caliber performance from Wade Miller...(har har)

I'm Exhausted After Twenty-Five

2005-01-01T16:09:00.000-08:00

"Son of man, set your face toward Gog of the land of Magog, the prince of Rosh, Meshech, and Tubal, and prophecy against him, and say, 'Thus says the Lord God, "Behold, I am against you, O Gog, prince of Rosh, Meshech, and Tubal. And I will turn you about, and put hooks into your jaws, and I will bring you out, and all your army, horses and horsemen, all of them splendidly attired, a great company with buckler and shield, all of them wielding swords; Persia, Ethiopia, and Put with them, all of them with shield and helmet; Gomer with all its troops; Beth-togarmah from the remote parts of the north with all its troops, many peoples with you." Ezekiel 38:2-6

The Year Twenty-Aught-Five is filled with dread and trepidation. Some of us will have seen a quarter century of Life, and truly, is the world any better? Probably not, which is also probably our fault. Mo Wiser has seen the big 2-5 and wound up in the Special Olympics. The fact is that twenty years on this planet was more than I ever wanted, and twenty-five is cruel and unusual punishment. Here's to 365 more chances to get the hell out.

A brief retrospective of 2004:
death eats bugs
worst neighbor ever
and finally you jerks can shut up....

This Planet

2004-12-29T11:37:00.000-08:00

Hey did anyone read this article?
we use hyperlinks here
When I emerged during the calm of my holiday-bender storm to go to work today, I realized you can't just leave reality for the week without the Earth getting all out of whack. . I'm not sure what I mean by that, but if someone has some money you should donate it to the tsunami relief. See ya.

Can He Do Espresso?

2004-12-20T17:31:00.000-08:00

Thank god for Mr. Bean. If this Law goes through in the (fc)UK, the Ministry of Reactionary Dialogue may be cut off from an important source of our audience: the Limey bastards who taxed our tea and pillaged our native white women. On the other hand, the law stipulates comedy, jokes as it were, and this whole operation here might not be very funny at all. Merry Krappy Kwanza. I'm fed up with the entire scenario, fed up to my freakishly high Adam's Apple.

Green Piece

2004-12-13T21:15:00.000-08:00

Ladies and gentlemen of the electorate, it has become evident that an evil force calling himself JTEllis has been running the show around here for quite a long while now. It's time for the madness to stop, so here is a peace offering: my first photographic work with absinthe. I realize that this borders on haughty pretension and many in the Ministry hate the French, though not nearly as much as my wife; if Jack didn't want me drinking the stuff he wouldn't have made it such an excellent emotional crutch.

Regardless, we are all breathlessly awaiting Ciatog's report on the olde country. Chicken Broth has requested, and been granted, a nomiker change, and will hence forth be known as The Shaper. A gay little cookie for anyone who can name the obscure literary reference.

Every Italian's favorite holiday is coming up...that's right, the Feast of Blasphemous Copulation. Enjoy, sinners.

total

Two Things

2004-12-08T15:58:00.000-08:00

1) An interesting take on Micheal Moore from Nader's perspective.

2) A transcription of dinner at the CC household, thanks to CC:
ma : "hey danny, you want a glass of milk?"
d : "milk? no i don't drink that shit."
ma : "well, you oughta. your bones will get brittle! chris, tell him."
chris : "yeah you'll get that fuckin thing, whattya call it, osteoporosis or whateva."
d : "yeah? who cares??"
ma : "for christ's sake, just have a glass of milk."
d : "yeah, WHUTEVA !!!!"

"An Ethical Quagmire"

2004-12-06T17:27:00.000-08:00

This is really fucked.

Yellow fever

2004-11-30T11:05:00.000-08:00

Oooh-la-la, finally a site for those of us with a fetish for asians and wooden men with no penises.

Also, why would you do this?

On the offens(iv)e

2004-11-19T15:03:00.000-08:00

I'm so very whimsical. I hope you guys have a good sense of humor.

On a totally different subject, myself and a friend from a record label out in California are beginning work on a benefit CD to raise money for PROTECT. It's a great organization to help out kids and I highly recommend it to everyone who reads this that they join.

That's Armageddon!

2004-11-16T13:16:00.000-08:00

Sit down kiddies. Mo Wiser's got a yarn to spin.

As most of you know, I reside in our Nation's capital. The studio I share with my girlfriend sits on the border of Adams Morgan (the bar district) and Mt. Pleasant (the hipster district). It's far enough to warrant a metro ride to work in the morning, but close enough to allow a walk home at the end of the day.

Recently a stretch of Pennsyvlania Ave. that sits in front of the White House has been opened to pedestrians. This is a pleasant cut through for me. No traffic is allowed, and since I'm usually walking through at 5:30 no one is around. Except for yesterday. Your local news may have clued you in on a Yemeni FBI informant who decided to light himself on fire on the quiet strip of Pennsyvlania Ave yesterday at 2 in the afternoon.

A few hours later during my walk home past the White House I hear a cop scream, "He's over the fence!" and then a few moments later, "He's reaching for his leg!" Wow, I'm in the middle of someone trying to break his way into the front lawn. Park Police on Mountain Bikes are zipping past me; guys are appearing out of nowhere. Everyone's got their hand on a gun. I was cleared out of the area before too long so I didn't get to see any negotiations. Clearly, when I see no one around I haven't looked close enough.

Okay, that's done with. I'll have a good laugh when I get home. Back to my walk. On to Connecticut Ave. and then veer right on 18th St. Why are there cops turning cars around and blocking off 18th and Kalorama? Man alive, a van's on fire! Can this walk home get anymore awesome? Every few minutes I heard a tire explode. I must have timed this just right because the fire was getting into full swing before the firefighters arrived.

So, what's new?

Expanding Ever More Out of Control

2004-11-06T18:48:00.000-08:00

Since it has become apparent that the plutocrats will maintain their control of the Target Store bicameral with their Associate Re-Education program, we will turn our attention to more significant concerns. Primarily, D Nova's new life dream, which is to play Evil Kung-Fu Genius #3 or Panicked Homophobe #2, apparently a popular career choice in eleven states of our Great Union.

As Arch Psycho, it is also my pleasure to introduce Mo Wiser to the collective as our newest Cabinet member. He will assume the office of the Minister of the Remainder and extend our influence into the realm of the divided zero and other non-intergers. With luck, he will serve as a role model for our other, more lacking members of our collective. Firstly, however, he needs to provide the biometric identifying image that will be added to the roster above. New cosemtic enhancements also coming soon, as no one has anything interesting to say. Welcome Mo Wiser, you're the Charlotte Bobcats of our Ministry.

Outside the Nation

2004-10-28T00:54:00.000-07:00

Red Sox payroll?...a cool $129 million.
"That's hyperbole!"
Average cost to see a game in Fenway?...$40.77
"That's outlandish!"
Breaking the curse in the most boring and anti-climactic World Series of all time?
...well?
...Ciatog? We're all waiting to hear your answer!
Congratulations to the Red Sox and all their fans, especially Mom, Gramp, my best bud and his family. It's been an epic like Ulysses, except without the potty jokes.

The Yellow Jack

2004-10-26T13:35:00.000-07:00

In a strange coincidence, we learned the other day that we are not only a highly communicable disease, but also an easily caught fish that lives in shallow salt water off the coast of Florida. Enjoy Jacks.

The Yellow Book

2004-10-24T14:04:00.000-07:00

Apparently there is more German priest chicanery. Perhaps it is all apocalytpic coincidence, perhaps it's the absinthe. Regardless, this novel was a clearance rack find at the old b&n that proved rather good. Jack, it seems is actually malaria, and was given that nomenclature during a particularly torrid series of outbreaks in 19th century New Orleans. This epidemic coincided with the arrival of the soliotype and the earliest expressions of photographic art.
Analysis: we, the modern incarnation of such panolpy of extremism, are disease, gentlemen. You're all sick. Next up for reading; We Need to Talk About Kevin which must contain some secret clues about the Winter Me.

Barn burner. Not the good kind.

2004-10-16T17:31:00.000-07:00

In a shameless display of pandering to the meta-search, Jack has instructed the Chief Architect to use the following words copiously in an attempt to shanghai traffic: election, Bush, polarized, Kerry, and debate. The Chief Architect has bowed to this baser instinct for a final comment on the upcoming circus.
Sadly, there isn't much left to discuss. Hurricanes pummel old people, volcanoes are spouting maaaag-muh, oil prices are up up and up; let's face it: the four horsemen are here and their names are George, Dick, John, and um, John.

UPDATE: 10.18.2004 Early voting began in Florida today and there are already serious issues. And for the truly exhausting possibilities, consider that this election could easily be as arduous as a 23-inning Sox-Yanks playoff debacle.

The Gallows

2004-10-12T06:10:00.000-07:00

Madre dios, Vincent Gallo is a German Priest. The following references to D Nova's life appear in Brown Bunny:
(1)The film begins in New Hampshire and makes a stop in Las Vegas.
(2)An extensive discussion concerning the life expectancy of bunny rabbits. The film settles on six years, which we all know is a lie because Bunnicula stuck around for a solid dozen.
(3)Daisy exhibits some of the same personality traits of...a person that Ciatog knows.

That list may seem a little short to hang the man as a Deutschen, but ya'll should understand that those three scenes make up most of the moving picture.

RxR'd In Texas

2004-10-05T22:05:00.000-07:00

There are two thousand miles behind Jack today. D Nova has embarked on a worldwide personafication of the dream addiction; peddling that super-ego crack to the post-modern prisoners of Austin. The new HQ is located between the quiet industrial centers of the north, and the Generica that clings to the interstate like lot lizards. The Feds don't know it yet, but they've supported the proliferation of Nieztschean reactionaries.

Do the Straddle

2004-09-15T06:26:00.000-07:00

I know we are all busy people this month, but when you get a chance you should watch this. It's a twelve minute documentary that shows how Kerry has flip-flopped on the topic of Iraq. It's pretty disturbing.

Let's talk munitions

2004-09-14T16:53:00.000-07:00

Now that the ban has been lifted, I feel it is time to arm the soldiers of the revolution...

Fenway Park, Iraq

2004-09-05T14:07:00.000-07:00

Some more fine work from the lads overseas.

Vietnam Revised

2004-08-31T13:13:00.000-07:00

The Swift Boat controversy may be irritating and annoying and ultimately irrelevant, but it raises the spectre of historic revisionism.
The points of contention seem to concern such high virtues as honesty, loyalty, honor, and courage which are assumed to be building blocks of heroism. This assumption may be flawed when one considers that these virtues are based on the intellectualizing of a society's history; that is to say, how we would collectively choose to remember an event. Furthermore, to be virtuous one needn't be intellectually honest.
The effect of this national vetting of Vietnam-era memory is that we will revise the history of that time. Those were difficult times, nasty and brutal, and every American carries guilt for the destruction in Vietnam and at home. To apply a lexicon right or wrong, good or ill, during that time applies a moral relativity that never existed; there were only human beings and mistakes.
Historical revisionism allows us to forget the lessons that we should have learned. In Vietnam, we learned that a war must have a clear mission and a clear exit strategy and must be executed unwaveringly and unbridled by domestic concerns. Mr. Bush failed to plan an appropriate exit strategy; Mr. Kerry has wavered in his support of the action and believes that domestic policy can co-exist with foreign interventions. Neither one of these assholes seems to have learned their fucking lesson.

In the interest of a learned Ministry, Jack has dug up this posting of Mr. Kerry's book The New Soldier. It is primarily a collection of veteran remembrances of the war and was the basis of Mr. Kerry's infamous Senate testimony.

Call To Action

2004-08-27T18:38:00.000-07:00

Now that we've all seen how easy it is, I strongly encourage an attempt to get a Jack inside that polygon.

Confusion

2004-08-26T08:58:00.000-07:00

I'm sorry, I seem a bit confused on this...
Why must Bush pull these independent ads, while the Kerry campaign sails under the radar?
Maybe someone out there can clear this up for me, or does it really matter? The FCC will tell us what to think...

Elements of Leadership

2004-08-25T11:48:00.000-07:00

A column by Clifford May appeared 08.23 cataloguing Italy's contributions to the efforts fighting fundamentalist terrorists. Among the notables, PM Berlusconi's administration believes in spreading democracy to the Middle East, and that Iraq is a battle worth fighting. Fabrizio Quattrocchi, executed by al-Zaqawi's cell last April, is an Italian hero remembered for his courage. This should sound familiar, as it seems that Berlusconi and the Italian people are philosophically similiar to Bush and the United States in these matters, if not others.
In Nigeria, Andy Ike Ezeani recently wrote that Berlusconi "occupies a prominent area of cynicism in almost every Italian mind," but "when ever he needs even public endorsement to get through to his goal, there will be enough Italians to get him through." Again, there is a parallel to Bush's relationship with the American people.
It could be argued that both Bush and Berlusconi act in ways that do not enjoy majority support, but that raises an important question: should a leader act as the majority would, or in the best interests of the majority? Furthermore, can those two things ever be different? With the American election this fall and the Italian election in 2006, this fundemental element of leadership is a point of belief that can not be ignored.

Dribble Drabble

2004-08-25T07:41:00.001-07:00

As planes continue to fall from the sky, our candidates for president continue to bicker over pointless matters. With much bigger fish frying on the horizon, I ask all Jacks how they can cast a vote for someone whose mind is stuck in the sixies?

Doing The Best We Can

2004-08-20T15:30:00.000-07:00

The TSA wants to take over the no-fly list so this kind of story doesn't happen again. But let's be honest, Teddy is the McTerrorist of Chappaquiddick.

And furthermore, the Chief Architect would like to address Ciatog's recent charges of being ugly, boring, etc. D Nova does all the friggin' work on this site so that Ciatog, and everybody else can enjoy a spot on the web. So basically, Ciatog is the one who sucks, is ugly, and clearly hard up and pissy from the lack of action with something human or at least female.

Ralph's

2004-08-20T06:01:00.000-07:00

Ralph's is a pretty cool place in Worcester. I went there yesterday. You guys are boring people. Ugly, too.

Hey Muthafuckas !!!!!!!!!!!

2004-08-19T07:08:00.000-07:00

Muthafuckas ! Hey muthafuckas !!!!!!!!!!

what's up people. last night was an awesome show that you fairies missed out on. Darkbuster and Kings of Nuthin. as if that isn't excuse enough to put more alcohol than blood in my vessels, it was also my friend's birthday so suffice to say i am still fuckin wasted and it's 10 a.m.

i'm really enjoying oldies 103.3 today. this is the song they're playing, a Fenway Park staple :
"i don't care what you say anymore cuz it's my life !! fuck off with your own life and leave me alone !"

anyway, you guys suck. see ya.

Dreary

2004-08-16T07:06:00.000-07:00

You know, there's just somethin' about these dreary days that makes a man feel at home.

Diamonds and Guns

2004-08-08T17:45:00.000-07:00

It's been reported that al-Qaeda has been getting diamonds from Charles Taylor. Well, had been until he was ousted. I guess that's the thanks we get for the millions we gave Liberia over the years.

What the hell does Rant mean?

2004-08-06T06:56:00.000-07:00

I don't wanna go on a rant here but America's foreign policy makes about as much sense as Beowolf having sex with Robert Fulton at the first Battle of Antetum. I mean when a neo-conservative defenstrates it's like Raskalnakov filibuster dioxymonohydrostinate.

UPDATE: The above was posted by our Secretary of Refuse Dispersal whose name is not JTEllis, but, in fact, Chicken Broth. He received his position in Refuse Dispersal because of his ability to succinctly disperse refuse such as this. Chicken Broth not only spelled "Antietam" incorrectly, he also fails to offer a single explanation of what he is talking about. The Secretary will refrain from using capital letters in the future, and will include hyperlinks or references with which to found his point. The Yellow Jacks Ministry of Reactionary Dialogue is not, of course, a cyber-tavern for blatant pilfering and amateur editorializing, but as a machine of propaganda for the Evolution prophesied by Jesus, Thor, and William S. Burroughs. And we're not talking Tarzan here, or turkey for that matter. (D Nova)

update: CAPS LOCK SCRUTINIZATION = FASCISM.

Party Politics and a New Introduction

2004-08-04T09:17:00.000-07:00

It is our pleasure to introduce our newest Politburo member through this candid document. At the Beantown HQ of the Yellow Jacks, Secretary of Cog Ciatog and the recently nominated Secretary of Refuse Dispersal, have their rubles removed by the out-of-view Chief Architect of Insanity. This was also one of our few moments of relaxation and brevity in what was an otherwise serious night of grandiose soap-box standing. The trite triumverate play a rousing variation of the People's Diversion of Stab 'Em.

Generous Contemplation of The Security Apparatus

2004-08-01T16:48:00.000-07:00

The absurdity of this work if it is in fact work, is that futility can not be an element of productivity. And truly, this is so futile as to be absurd. To be on the front lines of the modern world's guilt and groping, sunk in a darkness of desperation that is as complete as the denial that accompanies. Working to no end; the mission is more thorough than robed enemy structures, violating laws of crystalline structures. Working to establish a symmetry that synthesizes the most mythological of our instinct (See Levy 129-131 and 1st Proof). It is dirty to posit and proof in intellectualism. Rationalism. Self-satisfaction; to have become comfortable in the self-deprecating belief that existence is irrational - linear as well, and therefore, unambiguous - only to find the greater organism gagging on the taste when forced to reconcile and externalize the same vacuum.
The place of the single string of Security-Organism is the paranormal assembly worker producing at various intervals the Secure Citizen, trusted within the well for the duration of his displacement. He is the correct incarnation of identity; He is devoid of means; He is flaccid; He is a correctly functioning node. The process is strangely simple and necessarily discomforting. Divest, submit, negotiate, reconstruct. Apply millions of times, repeating as digitally as possible. This work continues unabated, a salve to the tortured leprous creation of un-evolved minds.

The following alternatives are acceptable to Jack:
"Researchers hope to be able to someday build a giant, samba-dancing, capoira-kicking robotic crab walker with which to impose a Brazilian dominance over the entirety of mankind." Gizmodo
"Yes, we have armed forces and police, but I truly believe that this nation's only hope lies with an army of cars and jets and things like that which can - at a moment's notice - transform into big robots that fight things, often each other." SixSixFive

Mission, er, accomplished.

2004-08-01T00:49:00.000-07:00

D Nova spent the past week working at the DNC and left Ciatog in charge. Lo and behold, there have been no new posts. Jack is not sure who owes whom an apology, or even if that is the correct set of pronouns. Nevertheless, the reports are being prepared at this time, and several topics, both real and imagined, will adressed shortly. Stand by, then.

I told ya

2004-07-21T09:47:00.000-07:00

Just wanted to be the first to break the big news !!!!!!!!!!!

UPDATE: Oi, nobody knows for sure... (Updated by D Nova @ 1658 hours EST)

Researching the Cave (1)

2004-07-21T07:14:00.000-07:00

The Yellow Jacks began our project of debate and active historizing with the assumption that the stars have aligned precariously for the human race. That is to say that there is War and Chaos in the world; war between religions, war between idealogies, war for resources, and war for Nothing...chaos of communities, chaos of body. All in all, a war of all against all, it is polarization paramount. Furthermore, the Yellow Jacks suffer from a symptom of the Enlightment era and presume that a solution to every puzzle exists. Our experiences in Dream Fluidity further suggest that merely playing the Language Game, verbalizing what is inarticulate internally, is the foundation of an individual' solution. Thus, the rambling threads of concern.

The construct currently being examined by the self-appointed Architect of Insanity is the word-thing Symmetry. The follwing proof is offered for debate:
1. Symmetry is the product of a system.
==Systems are created to control phenomenon.
===Phenomenon that is natural is imposed upon by systems.
====Therefore, systems are unnatural.
2. If systems are unnatural, then symmetry is unnatural.
==Unnatural states of symmetry are the culmination of an unnatural system.
===Culmination is the exhaustion of kinetic energy.
====Kinetic energy in a system maintains inertia.
=====Therefore, systems in a state of symmetry lack forward inertia.
3. A system without inertia is...

Of course, this proof is incomplete and is more a rehashing of Hegel than anything original, but the working hypothesis is straightforward enough to discuss. Thesis: Social systems remain constructs of imposition, with Symmetry the valued commodity. Is the thesis sound? If it is, is Symmetry in our social systems the ideal object?
Citizens, use the comment link below to make your contribution.

What's in your socks?

2004-07-20T09:18:00.000-07:00

When there is a threat to your country, it should be in the Commander-in-chief's best interest to put an end to that threat. Sandy Berger realized this, hid the documents proving the threats of al-Qaeda in his socks, and Bill Clinton shoulda fuckin better known better.

Lucid Conversation in Waghdas

2004-07-14T12:10:00.000-07:00

Jack slams his whiskey on the table.
"What is the point then? You fat wanker."
The point, Jack, is that the democratic process is not designed to produce a government capable of being all things to all constituents. Of course, it was never precisely designed in any sort of peer review or engineering sense anyhow. It is only a system of nodes, capable of producing another node. It will never produce a Philosopher King.
"So I will suffer through this election season, and the only thing that will come of it is another stiff who I hate?"
That's pretty much the gist of it Jack. Until the people on this planet are interested in their metaphysical evolution, it'll keep on this way.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
The adolescent nature of the masses. Trivial concerns, emotional responses, hypocritical bureaucracy; it's all part and parcel of a fundamental misunderstanding of the world. Look, Jack, without self-reliance, we the people are at the whims of more base and turgid elements. The social contract is expiring, technology is silently absolving us of communal responsibilities, and Armageddon is wracking the brains of some very dangerous people.
"You sound like a paranoid moron."
They call me Cassandra.
"It should make a good story."
Nova is writing it now, between sips of Jameson they tell me.
"Will it be a movie?"
Only if there are theaters to show it in.
"So what I'm hearing is that before I can be concerned with improving my lot to a fourth dimensional existence, I have to sweat my physical survival?"
You heard it Jack.

Think Like Them

2004-07-07T11:23:00.000-07:00

Summary of Marc Sageman's book Understanding Terror Networks offers some interesting information for any Jack who wants to learn to think like the people we're supposed to be mixin' it up with.

The current assignment is to try to recognize upcoming dates that are relevant to the history of Islam, and offer targets that correspond with the modus operandi of these al Qaida cells. This shouldn't be construed as numerology, unless of course it's right. Rather, take the following for example and build on the idea in the comment section:

On July 21st, 1798 Napolean routed the Arab armies at the Battle of the Pyramids. French independence is celebrated on July 14th. Should the French be on higher alert for that week this summer?

Calmly Comic Self-Image

2004-07-01T16:54:00.000-07:00

Ironically...

2004-07-01T14:41:00.000-07:00

This speak-easy of space talk was opened for rambling discourse on the evolution of the transient telekinetic social node and the molding of environments rich in dream fluidity. How quickly we've become sidetracked by the more immediate concerns of assymetrical redundancies and the illusion of an international social contract. Now we must face the reality that our homeland may not be ready for a species of Jacks, and furthermore, may not even have the Tin from which to forge the Gold of a Philosopher King. The irony, of course, is that Mr. Bush's one true failure, his inability to communicate the purpose and mission of the country in a clear and unifying way, is even more apparent today. We speak of the new travel restrictions to Cuba. The revolution on that island has succeeded in creating a tourist trap for every country but the US, no more a threat than say, perhaps, New Guinea. So why? Why, Mr. Bush, must you fuck with the comrades and comradettes?

Fixin' For a Hangin'

2004-06-30T05:50:00.000-07:00

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury..."
What is more thrilling than a war crimes tribunal? There is drama, nauseating photographs, scandalous testimony, and the laughable claim that this court is illegitimate. Predominately, however, the war crimes tribunal features a forgone conclusion; and in Iraq it is so forgone, that the country has restored the death penalty, salivating at the chance to use it.
Truly the best part about these kinds of trials, is that they reinforce two of the most basic axioms of the international community: might makes right and history will be written by the victor. Truth is fairly irrelevant here, and so is pomp, procedure, and evidentiary chains. What will be important is the assertion of power by the Iraqi government, an airing of dirty laundry that will cathartic, and then the erasure of Saddam Hussein, et al from our collective ass, where he's been such a pain. One can only hope that we will spared these types of proceedings for Osama Bin Laden, and that he will simply be obliterated by a three thousand pound warhead.
Most importantly, and in conclusion, this will mark the first expression of the Iraqi social contract. It will be unique to those people, and at times difficult for the international community to tolerate, but one must believe that this has the ability to give the Iraqi people the hope that fear can be tried and hanged in the streets.

Food for Your Soul War

2004-06-26T11:37:00.000-07:00

If a trauma may reduce a man to a childish state, then a conflict with an overwhelmingly hellish set of possibilities may well reduce a society to similar natal state. When the weight of history falls upon any generation, that generation may feel itself curling into the spiritual and mental equivalent of a fetal position. The great empires and wars of the past have resurfaced in the form of a world conflict that shakes the collective rationale to its philosophical roots.
The very notion of nationalism, which saw the human race through the great wars of last century, is the first ideal to feel its metaphysical grasp attacked. After all, the enemies know no border, nor do the soldiers, nor the defenders. The State is proving to be a very subjective institution indeed, bogged down by the quagmire that relativism is. One's home may reside in the state, and an emotional impulse to defend it is natural, and understandable, but the relation between the state and the home is not as clear as it was in 1942. Here is only part of the dilemma for the people of the world: if my home is not safe in the hands of the State, and it is not safe in the hands of the attackers, then with whom does the security of my home reside?
The facade of rationalism that has been applied to life for a century or more is crumbling. History reminds us of another generation, too young to fight the fascists in Europe, but old enough to recognize the minuscule value of their own lives under the shadow of nuclear war. Civilians are again the fodder for the conflict of the quasi-State. Westerners are the causalities of hijackings and biological warfare, while the poor and hungry of the third world will fall to the blunt instruments of the superpowers. Security is temporarily being defined as living life as we may have in the not too distant past, but as Fall and fighter jets swarm the mid-Atlantic, life is again at a standstill, as it was after the Korean war for many individuals; precarious at best.
Attempts to rationalize the surreal and inexplicable situation of the world popularly hinge on deducing a cause. Unfortunately, theories of the haves and the have-nots, the Imperialists and the agrarians, the East and the West, the religious and the secular, all fail to synthesize what is ultimately 2,500 years in the making. From the Roman Empire and the conditions from which the Abrahamatic religions took root, to the colonization by European countries, to the Napoleanic conquests which shaped the lines of battle for the first world wars, to the Cold War and the post-colonial ramifications, placing blame is hardly a viable issue. Still, the fact is plain; homes are threatened, and they must be defended. Why they must be defended is not a question that can be rationalized; to do so would be to forfeit that uncomfortable feeling which all of humanity must internalize: our lives are not in our control. Worse still, our lives are the only thing that we have left.
If the die is cast, if we are grass shoots in the path of history's sickle, and if we, as members of a community which only providence has chosen for us, are to be front line combatants, then which side do we want to be on? How disconcerting to be placed in the position of even having to ask that question. It is clear, however, that no person's perception is worthy of our complete trust. It would be clear if this conflict was simply about retribution for a damaged skyline, but no player is approaching an end-game in which those that would poison mail and transportation and a religion are removed from the global community. Who is guilty? Who are the victims? Where is the mighty justice of the civilized world? Where is the empathy for those denied education and the simple joy of music? Humanity may be dead, but the propaganda machine churns out from the caves of the East and the conference rooms of the West.
In the face of suspect motives of my enemy and my state, as well as the truly irrational and subjective nature of this antepost-modern 21st century, I choose to modernize Stephen Dedalus: "I will serve no ideology; be it economic, religious, or political." Furthermore, I must conclude that it is the war of all against all, every man for himself; the individual is the priority now. As a species, our last line of defense may be our souls, and the chaos which whips around us now is forcing us to begin again, to abandon the philosophies of the past. Watch for the root being burned away, so that you may be ready to plant again when the fire has subsided.

Editorial note: Jack discovered this buried, virtually of course, amongst several hundred files of his original work. There has been very little editing, and we are hard pressed to accurately date it. If a guess has to be taken, Springtime of 2002 will suffice. Of course, the author was significantly less able to articulate himself in those days, though Jack has allowed the flaws in language to remain.

I Can't Tell You How I Know This

2004-06-23T10:48:00.000-07:00

Senator Bill Nelson (D-FL) has been making some interesting points on CNN today. First, he makes the point that the security and well being of the US and Western world is dependent upon a stable Iraq. Secondly, he says that Saudi security is of particular concern. If the royal family were to lose power to radical insurgents, Nelson theorized, the entire region would be susceptible to another domino effect. With the world's largest oil reserves controlled by committed jihadis would almost certainly precipitate a world war. Chilling. Even more so is the analysis contained in the just release book by an anonymous CIA officer entitled, Imperial Hubris. While the author's belief that the Iraqi and Afghani invasions were not only poorly executed, but "failed half-wars," seems to this Jack to be incorrect, here is analysis that is powerful:
"We are fighting a worldwide Islamic insurgency -- not criminality or terrorism -- and our policy and procedures have failed to make more than a modest dent in enemy forces."

This dialogue of the Yellow Jacks has been opened to ferment the development of this new generation's social construction. It seems, however, that before we can begin improving the world that we have inherited, we must survive.

Allow Me to Chastise

2004-06-19T13:06:00.000-07:00

The Ministry of Information Retrieval is sick to death of digging up interesting articles for discussion amongst comrades, only to have the chatter remain non-existent. So, henceforth, y'all can find your own reading material. What Jack will not stand for is idle complacency. The bourgeoisie of our Western world may lack urgency but the Yellow Jacks must own the fraternal duty of shepherds in the coming tempest, and therefore do not have the luxury of entitled apathy. As the nation state approaches symmetry, it is vitally important that we begin to develop our organic contingencies. More frank accountings to follow.

Willie, Waylon, and Me

2004-06-15T11:42:00.000-07:00

We have located the next official terrafirma headquarters for the Yellow Jacks. In addition to our New England outpost, the Republik of Texas will be receiving a substantial Endowment of the Revolution with the unwitting blessing of the federal government.

The Young Revolutionary's Starter Kit

2004-06-09T15:54:00.000-07:00

To expedite the recruitment of our proletariat posse and young smokers, we are offering the Young Revolutionary's Starter Kit. This exciting offer includes:
- One Romanian SKS barrel and receiver assembly. Includes template for you to carve your stock from native lumber!
- Two copies of Comrade Mao's Philosophy on Thought. One for you, and one for the fascist you would rather re-educate than shoot.
- Three potato eyes for founding a local vodke distillery. Remember your quota, comrade, and the Central Comittee will remember you.
To have this kit sent to your dacha, send us four Special K (the K is for Kommunist!) and $6.95 S&H for the capitalist swine postal service.

Which Side Are You On

2004-06-08T09:37:00.000-07:00

This article comes to us courtesy of C-Jack. Solidarity has won a victory in Boston.
Let us take comfort in this inspiration that unity is a foundation of progress.

UPDATE: Consider that participating unions are petitioning the centralized bureaucracy for the courtesy of peer discussion. The State system is incapable of reconciling its interests with the interests of the people. This asymmetrical social organization will cause great damage to the interests of the State come the middle of July.

Plague-arism

2004-06-08T05:18:00.000-07:00

Perhaps our turn is coming up shortly. The best case scenario is to be prepared for the ideal population level. The Jacks recommend stockpiling weapons before adding any other useful skills.

Motivated

2004-06-06T11:48:00.000-07:00

"Daughter of Jove, leave war and battle alone, can you not be contented with beguiling silly women? If you meddle with fighting you will get what will make
you shudder at the very name of war." The Illiad

Is there Glorious history to be made this generation? If so, we may wish to get right on that.

Third World Convulsions

2004-06-04T01:22:00.000-07:00

'The state is dead!' Congo rebels cry
Comrades and Comradettes! The Congolese have read the interminable text of the Yellow Jacks, and they have chosen violent resistance to the World Order. We offer all the funds our Karmic Account can provide.
"...but he thinks that he should warn her, that the Third World, is just around the corner..."
More on this development when I return home from violating 4th Amendment Rights as a vocation.

UPDATE: The Congo continues to collapse. As Jacks, we are concerned with the state of all the people of the planet, but specifically, the Third World continues to demonstrate that ethnic, religious, political, or more appropriately for the Western world, economic idiosyncrasies will become more exacerbated in the future. This tension diminishes the State's ability to maintain the quid pro quo of the Hobbesian social contract because a bureaucratic government is incapable of synthesizing systems of communities.

Surprisingly, There Was No Alcohol Involved

2004-06-02T14:30:00.000-07:00

We called the Witch Doctor and this is what he said...Just pay your landlord to replace this door instead...But Mr. Munley, he just could not hold it in...and we said, Whiskey! Whiskey please! Poon-tang, walla walla bing bang!

"He's Crazy! Kill Him!"

2004-06-01T09:14:00.000-07:00

The Black Hand. The Red Brigade.
And the Yellow Jacks. Coincidence? I think not.
Hee hee hee hee. Worthwhile read.

The Micks Yelled At Me

2004-06-01T08:04:00.000-07:00

Nothing good will ever come of spinning one's wheels. It has been recomended that we have less ranting and more raving here at Yellow Jacks HQ, and so we will rave about the abject humor of schlepping a thirty year old exercise bike up the stairs for nothing more than pedaling and going nowhere.

Quality in Humanity

2004-05-30T18:08:00.000-07:00

To insist upon changing the world is a useless gesture unless it is rooted in an inevitably. That necessity is constructed out of mathematical organics, and Evolution evident in fractal memory. Can we compose a list of insatiable human qualities that are beneficial to us individually and socially? Conversely, a list of those that we should be without?
It would be helpful if you would utilize the comment key below. Your transmigratorial existence is at stake. The previous post should demonstrate that Fear saturates the planet, and frankly, we'll be lucky to have half the Plan ready in time.

I Am Too Chicken To Answer This Myself

2004-05-26T12:27:00.000-07:00

Paranoia is the subject of today Jacks. How paranoid one should be must well depend on whether paranoia is the state of fearing something untrue, or of fearing something unbelieved. Yes, Cassandra dear, you will understandbly feel gratified by whatever tragedy befalls us mere mortals, so in the spirit of stifling you, we must develop a plan. What would it consist of? If we are to reorganize our priorities, should they exist soley of the metaphysical? Should we assume violence with the body is a natural defense mechanism of the flesh when the mind no longer wants it? Or is this all too primitive?

I say again, "Hello..."

Waghdas: An Excerpt

2004-05-24T19:47:00.000-07:00

If you have gleamed a piece of the code from the Strangbrew, then you have been brought to bear on our Society and we will call you Jack. I have ripped a page from Wasghdas, the 20th Century incarnation of that metamorphisis:

...Sweet freedom from time immemorable–yes, he is the beacon who with no more concept of time left–past future present all the same coal lump–ultimate incomprehensibility; there is superfluous freedom in placing the self in category, in space but outside of time, no categorization based on where come from whence going to–dropping or rising–skip out of now to fall into any day–this space is so real (un) and crystallized images of a pet alligator, the world planet–HERE no one is worried about somewhere but the crazy paranoid who has had his fill with here and anywhere is preferable–and what is there to fear in (un)reality those demons loosed by unchecked in the imagination can be uncompared by everything in the HERE–the here is so tame now–if there was ever a person like fog his name was buried underwater–liquid mediums are the most conducive for time freedom, we have water (fluid) in our brains and our souls getting feet wet–buried underwater with no swimming all struggle must be avoided only floating–inwards or outwards–this mind will feel nothing for those trapped linear two-dimensional then and now or tomorrow or before–such socio-apathy! But in dream there is integrity in life seeking inner dreamscapes infected by human life minds screaming image event sound and no touch floating in a sea out of R.E.M. to unclog synaptic–sleep feeling just like being awake and sleeping sleep–like liquid pooools–who can say whether little baby is scared the first time–been alive for hardly anytime early hours all structure and blocks, pissing and screaming, all of a sudden–eyes closing heart seeping breath slowing–like freezing to death on a cold mountaintop–does it learn dreams of the womb death! is only feared for lack of birth! followed by dreams.

The run-on sentence is of no consequence, I insist!

Cursed From Japan

2004-05-24T10:24:00.000-07:00

A gentleman of Jersey Pride, residing in gentle Japan, has been heard to quip that reading this blog is like read a Philip K. Dick novel. A touching compliment if ever one has been given, but he insists it was an insult. Just another example of the language game operating by its own rules. Irregardless, there are seismic rotations at the epicenter of the Boardroom and if you can feel them, scream about them.

Worker's Cynical Paradise

2004-05-23T11:34:00.000-07:00

Loathe am I to elaborate needlessly on the potentcy of the Yellow Jacks, but like Candide, the proud society has been under scrutiny for its Purpose. Voltaire insists that it is in our work that we find happiness, but Jacks do not divine happiness in so much as they orchestrate the killing of time. That is to say that Waghdas is an event of projection; an ancient world with tressles and beams of dust scatters our composed intangibles. Address this readership, ladies and gentlemen, and tell the Wandering World how your chrysalis grows violently.

The Beginning of the Yellow Jack's Internet Presence

2004-05-22T13:48:00.000-07:00

Once again Nova is re-inventing the cyber space we stretch out into with pointed elbows. Note the ability to comment. The Yellow Jacks are mustering in the swarm and I am Jack's empty rocker. A confluence of the Universe has brought us together as friends. The conspiracy is coded in free flowing language. When you are baptized by the Dream Fluidity the mutations are Inspired.