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| The Revolution Today was going to be where I wrote about my theories of how the next Revolution would come about, and how to kick that off, but I don't think it's necessary. You have all responded, in one way or another, and I think that's the first step. Speak! What was the quote? "The only way evil may triumph is if good men do nothing?" Well, "The only way we loose is if we do not speak". Speak, and when you speak use the word "Why?". "Why" is the ignition, you may not believe that now, but ask your boss this one day and see what happens. The establishment fears "why" because then they have to justify, explain and make sense of it all. I have never read a text book where something in history happened because "someone said so", so when your boss responds to "why" with "because I said so", you can politely inform them that you still haven't been answered. After you have asked "why" of everything in site, trust your people, not their people. Their people come as Democrats and Republicans, their people come in political ads and parades. Your people are in the same life boat you are in, the fat-cats forgot the boat even sank. Maybe most importantly though is know the times and the creatures. We are an advanced race who can cure diseases but can't seem to evolve beyond war. A hypocritical beast if I've ever heard of one. We are also lazy and selfish, much rather explain away the social ills as someone else's need for worry and go about our 9-5 workaday lives. Do not be lazy, do not seek the easy road, our greatest victories will come with hard work. Remember, It is far easier to hate than to love, to dismiss instead of empathize, and to remain blind than to learn. A little hard work is all it takes. No, I mentioned nothing about revolt, about taking back the government into our hands, or raising our class back to its feet. Labor solidarity, a third-party on the ticket and a reduction in the classes need for credit will bring about change without revolution. Vote, and tell your kids early how the process works, tell them why you do what you do when it comes to your country's politics. I will be voting Obama this year, but I have to hand it to the Repubs; when the Dems offer up something new, you Repubs stay old school and offer up another crusty, old white guy. Perhaps though we need to think in terms of revolution. Think of defending ourselves against our own government. It wouldn't be the first time, in this country, that one should think of revolt. I guarantee that while we may not think of Revolution every day, there's a uniformed man in a five sided building whose job it is to think of our Revolution. The US Combat Arms Survey given yearly to service men and women, asked Marines in 2002: "Would you be willing to fire your weapon on US citizens?"
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| The Modern Amerikan Proletariat The proletariat today would certainly seem an apathetic, complacent lot to those of the previous century. Strikes, boycotts and sit-ins were common, but not as common as "dynamiting" and sabotage. Today we rely on weakened unions to negotiate for us within the system's rules. That is, if one even has the opportunity to belong to a union anymore. It's not that there isn't a fight in our class, but that the will to fight has been removed. The past generation's belief in the solidarity of "us versus them" has been transformed into the individual's cry of "I want to be them". Those who would fight have turned apathetic, having felt powerless for so long. There's no pride left in labor, stigmas and stereotypes have been born linking manual labor and ignorance. Where is our Cesar Chavez ? The proletariat's reliance on consumption to define itself socially, has placed it, economically, in no position to "lift itself up by the bootstraps". Politically, the class has committed suicide at the polls repeatedly. Tending to favor patriotic jargon over real change or action, the proletariat has given up, gladly, any chance for socialized healthcare, a living wage and in some cases, even their jobs to corporations moving overseas. The proletariat is divided. Two party politics, geography and race. "Urban issues" pertain only to blacks, the white proletariat believes. Farm subsidies and agricultural trade tariffs are of no concern to the industrialized city laborer. Any labor issue should effect the class across the board, and the class should respond in kind. Imagine what change would come if the I.W.W , the "One Big Union", existed today and united our class. When the auto workers striked, so too would the electricians and the teamsters and whoever else, all in a show of labor solidarity. The cycle will repeat. The children of labor attend schools which lack adequate funding, they have less opportunities for programs like art and music than the bourgeoisie. 30% of our high school students will drop out yearly. A recent solution the system has offered has been the privatization of public schools. These Charter Schools will turn the focus from the class room to the bottom line. When we enter ourselves into the work place, we naively believe in the adages of hard work. For the whole of our lives we wait for the promised returns on this hard work, and as the years pass... "So much for sending my children to their schools, so much for retiring early, so much for retiring at all, so much..." We are an unhealthy lot too. Our classes are most effected with obesity. The old stereotype of the "fat-cat" rich barons, large from lack of labor and an abundance of food, has been reversed. Healthy eating and exercise facilities are privileges that they can afford. The same could be said for the doctor's office. The argument against socialized healthcare is that the "government should have no part in helping you chose a healthcare provider", it's one of your "freedoms" that the government does not want to take away. What freedom would they be removing from many of us who can not afford to enjoy that freedom? There is a fight left in the class. An intelligent, un-tapped reaction built up towards our society's system. The class though is pacified, left powerless and feeling silent. Enough privileges, a few perks, and many of ours' say "thank you" and bows to the master, feeling it's just the "right" thing to do. "Take what we can get, cause they aren't handing out much more". Maybe though, just maybe, there are enough people, sick and tired people, who have just enough to give - and act as a genesis to a brand, new revolution. |
| The Modern Amerikan Bourgeoisie Who is the new aristocracy that would situate themselves above us? The whole of Amerika's production is owned by very few interests. A "select few" they would say; selected by the god of prosperity theology. They are a class who have removed themselves so far from the social realities of our time they have no understanding of the proletariat struggle. They view the lower classes and the lumpenproletariat as being lazy, and in their position because they want to be. Through action, it seems they say to those they impoverish, "I'm rich, why aren't you?" The language of this class is profit. It's a simple language (15% over earnings the year prior) and one which extends into their understanding of humanity. Profit over life, profit by any means necessary, at very little cost to them and theirs. By "profit over life" I not only refer to 3rd wold industrial exploitation at the worker's own risk, but here at home, their control over how we live through wages and employment. The growing separation of wages and salaries from the top to the bottom is of no concern. Exxon-Mobil's high profits at out expense is just how the game is played, and we should accept that for their sake. They are a breed which prides itself on donating generously to charity and then calling the crisis resolved. Hurricane Katrina was, and still is, an excellent example of the aristocracy's social ignorance. In the aftermath they shrugged and said to its victims, "we left, why didn't you?" They wrote a check and turned their backs, hoping that this wouldn't be used as an excuse for someone to join welfare. But how much sacrifice does it take to write a check? Many Americans donated what amounted to a pay-check, a months groceries, what have you. Many more volunteered their time, their strength or homes. These are sacrifices. It is an exclusive club as well, this new aristocracy. It selects its members based on profitability. Early selection to Amerika's best schools and a lacks estate tax keeps the aristocracy entrenched. Ironically, the great, great, great, grandsons and daughters of yesterday's barons would turn to us and preach hard work from their inherited towers. And how many laborers does it take to maintain the tower? How many does it take to buy a Hilton daughter her toy dog? Do they even understand? What makes the Hilton daughters, the Hearst, the DuPonts more deserving of their privilege than your children? The media reinforces their position to us and makes it seem that to be a Hilton or Hearst or DuPont must make one extremely necessary to society. But who's at fault: the media for selling, or us for buying? The modern Amerikan bourgeoisie's position is secure. Secure in our ignorance and simplicity. The standards for poverty change very little year to year, on the supposed "middle class" grows bigger each year. As the rich get richer, as we start to counting their worth by billions instead of millions, and as our standards for survival change, should we not rethink poverty too? Too many of us are complacent in being "middle class" and being able to participate, no matter how minutely, in consumerism. |
| Fascist-Socio-Corporativism & The Dollar Democracy What is Fascist-Socio-Corporativism and how does it work hand in hand with a Dollar Democracy? Socio-Corporativism refers to the "socializing" of the means of production to, instead of the people, private corporations. With this done the state cannot ensure that rights to food, clothes and shelter are given. Instead these rights become privileges, at a profit to the corporation. It seems that Amerika has no problem accepting this system, and further more, finds humor in "WIC kids" and "Well Fare Babies". Class based fascism is inherent in the system. Social propaganda, in the form of commercial advertising, establishes our "American Dream" models. All races, shapes, sexes and sizes parade across the screen showing a version of Amerika we are taught to believe in. These caricatures all have one thing in common and that's the clothes, the cars, the cell-phones, what have you, of the corporation who bought the TV time. We are told, quite expressly, that poverty is un-Amerikan and consumption is a patriotic duty. How many sitcoms have we seen where the characters live in well furnished Manhattan apartments with the most common of jobs? How do they dress? How do they live as a waiter or secretary compared to you? We live by example, working within an economic system designed to oppress. Our democracy is now dollar based. A campaign, for a state level position, can run the candidate into the hundreds of thousands of dollars. The common lot has almost been negated entirely from the ballot, and if you are neither a donkey nor an elephant than you have an even harder time. Ironically we are right where we began; "land owners" are the only class that may participate in the process. We can shrug it off as a natural progression, just the way it works, but is it really? bankers in sheep's clothing make a perfect candidate for the current lobby system. Both repubs and dems will be more supportive of a candidate that fits the mould for success. This, in Amerika, is measured in dollars, another product of social conditioning. With money in office, money has a direct line to the decision makers. Profit is protected, regulations loosened, and, in many cases, the work force liquidated and reduced to its bare, cost efficient minimum. This, in the recent decade, has included tax breaks for sending Amerikan jobs over seas. It follows that this class based fascism in our dollar democracy extends into our government. With these societal praxis established and protected by law, all things flowing down will take the form of this genesis. The cycle repeats and no one seems the wiser, but the new aristocracy is certainly richer. |
| The Current Amerikan State If there was ever a time for the Amerikan citizen to raise their fist and take to the street it was in the year 2000, just after the November presidential election. The individual's vote, the basis of this country, was traded for partisan politics which allowed the presidency to be decided by the supreme court. There's no need to mention that the state forming the fulcrum of this device was governed by the sibling of one of the contestants. Two party politics have locked us into our current system: Fascist-socio-corporativism. The privatization of certain social elements, the prevalence of Madison Avenue establishing our models of imitation, have built the new aristocracy above our sedated, serf-like heads. We buy into it, the "flea market", as George Jackson called it, the dumbing down through capitalism. We've pacified ourselves with material goods to the point of worshiping craven images, all in a vain attempt to mimic "their" Amerikan Dream. The two party system pacifies us further. It simplifies and divides our votes into two, simple choices. Abortion, one of the hottest partisan issues, is a prime example. How much has changed since Roe v. Wade? Or gun laws: How different are they after each election? These issues keep our extreme lefts and rights locked into Trotsky's theory of permanent revolution. Without a central party of compromise, our minds remain focused on "Hot Button" issues, and remain clear of the real problems facing Amerika. We remain mute on issues such as the exploitation of labor, the growing separation of the classes and the Amerikan corporate machines control over foreign policy. Removing the Amerikan further from their own country's politics is the corporate-propped "Dollar Democracy". The modern-serf's voice must seem very silent to their elected officials. The corporate-lobby system speaks for us, in our "best interest". MBNA drafted the "Consumer Protection Act" of 2005, which does very little to protect consumers, but plenty to protect corporate profits. Part of the latest economic struggle falls into the lap of the housing lenders. United they lobbied for looser regulations and in turn introduced rampant, predatory lending. Without many protections we crash through credit, leaving us in debt and securing the chains of our modern day slavery. Debt ensures the profiteers have plenty of needy workers returning to the job, keeping their machines (literal and figurative) running. If we, for whatever reason, should be removed from the works, we are easily replaced by another breathing, living cog. We are the wholly redundant, entirely replaceable, race of Amerikans. Long gone are the Molly Mcguires , the Wobblies , Mother Jones and Joe Hill . Labor's death rattle sounded with Reagan's assault on the air traffic controller's strike in 1981 . This is the state of Amerika today. A modern form of slavery based on economics. An easily pacified and manipulated populace, reigned over by a prosperity theology preached by the new bourgeoisie. |
| ... I still haven't finished my magnum opus, so we'll talk about a science experiment I did. I have postulated to my roommate and others that red heads have a natural urge to seek out other red heads. I was born a ginger, but over the years my hair has diluted to a brown (which goes better with my sterling blue eyes blink, blink, blink). In any event, I always find myself talking to red heads, or (more often than not), a fine little cherry headed piece approaches me ("Excuse me, but you're freaking out my dog, sir"). So the other night when we were out, I was not surprised (but did highlight the fact) that TWO read headed birds came a-talking to the Z-Child, confirming my theory. I have dated two red-heads in my day, and, being that the red-headed gene is the least common, that has to be like 2,000 percent more red-head than other dudes get. My logic is infallible. I know the red-head stigma, the "bitch" stereotype. I don't want to confirm it, one way or the other, but it's true. Some times you just want to say, "Hey, stop judging me and show me Moses' burning bush"  NOTICE The MANIFESTO REMIX author has been censored by the League of Red Headed Gentlemen (Thirty points for naming the reference) His comments about our "bitchiness" are overly exaggerated. Being ostracized for our ability to judge people better than anyone else, and always having the right answer, is not the American way. Just because our carpets and curtains match, does not give this so-called "Guerrilla Graphologist" or "Vernacular Vandalist" the right to nit-pick us as we would him. In closing we do not use the phrase "Moses' Burning Bush" when describing a lady's bits but "Cherry Patch"... I say Good-day. In any event, have you ever seen a red headed guy with a mustache? You haven't because it looks like a Kool-aid stain.  Red heads, f king freaks... Special Kay  . |
| ... A People's History of the United States, Saul Alinsky's Rules for Radicals and Camus' The Rebel are all suggested reading. Suggested because I think we're going to delve into some politics for a few days here. If anyone remembers, back in the day, that's what this used to almost always be about (was it? I dunno, I think it might have been though... look at the f king title for Che's sake).I've been working on, sort of unintentionally, an essay on US politics and social systems. Unintentionally cause they were notes for a screenplay, but when run together I noticed they could make an essay. Enough about that bull-s  t, WRITING (DOT) COM: THE MUSICAL, I made a campfire and will learn how to use the damned thing in the next couple of days. How hard could it be right? I've set up VCRs and air mattresses, so this should be a cake walk, right? This is what I think I'll do; I'll send the invites one at a time. So, I'll put in the first part, then send an invite at random. You can accept or decline based on your desire to add a scene. After we get the next scene up I'll send the next random invite. Ya dig? Guess who is coming back to RUMIEZ... Vinnie. If you don't know what I'm talking about go to the Funny or Die site and check out episode 13. Pure comic improv genius. Mmmmm, tastes like success. Anyhoo, tomorrow! The Revolution will be bloggerized! |
| ... God, I'm getting a six-pack in the ab area. "How, Zack," you're asking right now, "are you pulling off such a feat." Let me tell you bout this diet I'm on, it's called the "One Lunch a Day" diet and can be used by anyone who likes to sleep in through breakfast and are too lazy to cook in the evening. Screw shakes, screw flipping tractor tires in your backyard, I'm doing it with good, old fashioned anorexia. I will be the prettiest girl in school! I guess it isn't as bad as it sounds. I do eat more than once on most days, my fat days, but even then it's usually a quick bite. I lack the time and am in constant motion which makes healthy living difficult. But then who's talking about healthy? We want pretty! My next pet project should be to grow an ass. Yeah, you heard me, I'm flat as a board in the figure department and it would be something if I had a little curve to shake back there. Like a bell, ring it for the ladies every once in a while. But seriously, over the past few weeks the veins in my arms have been becoming more defined, and I'm looking at a 3 pack right now. I lift too, but I think most of this has to do with the new diet, which is easy enough to keep. If you want to try it though, I recommend adding fruit to your one meal to prevent scurvy. I think that's why pirates had no teeth, but don't quote me on that. |
| ACT ONE The stage is set with a large semi-circle of actors at computers. One chair, stage right, remains empty. A small spot above the talents' heads lights as they type, their AVATARS (or, the actual speaking characters) begin to mill about the stage in "cyber-space". DEVON enters and fills the last chair. The spot above his head illuminates him, and his avatar enters carrying a black briefcase. CUE MUSIC INTRO DEVON: Wow, what a place! There are so many members and so many options! I can't believe a place like this would really, truly exist! CUE NUMBER: First Song. I am heeeeeeeeeeere! I am heeeeeeeeeeere! I paid the fee, bring attention to me! I'm a writing star, my mother said, and now I'll get famous! There's a grey briefcase and yellow to boot! The blues look fancy and the reds look monopolized, Contests? Gonna try and win a prize! Single girls? There had better be! Gift points? Seem worthless, but I'm sure there's a point! Devon looks about as PBUTTER approaches with her yellow case PBUTTER: Your handle reads Devon. DEVON: Yours says PButter! PButter picks up the song My handle is Pbutter, but my real name is Minzy, If you're a pervert forget that I'm Minzy. I blogzy a lotzy about boys and jesus. I write "Beast Master" fan-fiction and have a few friends. I think your handle's too simple and your portfolio's empty, why don't you blogzy and make some reviews? Devon shrugs and turns away as the song fades out PBUTTER: What's wrong Devon? DEVON: I don't know how to blog? PBUTTER: Preposterous! Don't you know how to bitch and complain? Or rant completely insane! It's eazy to blogzy, sillzy billzy! Wow, what an opening. So maybe we need to start a campfire? If anyone knows how to operate one let me know, and we'll take turns writing a wicked WdC satire... I figure I paid thirty dollars, I should at least be able to rip on the place, right? |
| ... sense of accomplishment. Thank you all for watching season one (it ended here: http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/7c646fb277). The RUMIEZ production office sends its collective appreciation. So after we posted the show we got a little tipsy, taped some round table stuff answering some of your questions, and then watched a RUMIEZ omnibus.... I can't believe we're all still single. Disney called me, they wanted me to sell-out but I was like "naw". Sellin' out's for rappers and grasses. I will buy in when the time is right, that's chic. I have to work today, like everyday, and that sucks. I'm tired of getting up and going to work. Just surviving as the property of profiteers, answering to the omnipotent administrator... I should have been born rich. Then I'd just be a stuck up, snobby prick... but I wouldn't have to go to work. How else could I have been born? Lame? No way, I rock. Touched by God? Of course I is! But neither of those ways gets me out of work. Maybe someone could steal my car so I get out of work today and then just return it later. Whatever. OH YEAH! Writing.com the musical... anybody want to score it and I'll write it? Big profit potential (in WdC points and T-shirts). I think the only way for this to work is for me to make it semi-autobiographical, and fully-automatic. |
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