The former member of a USMC PSYOPS unit and self-aggrandizing blowhard Adam Kotexkesh has planned a little stroll for gun nuts on July Fourth.
On the morning of July 4, 2013, Independence Day, we will muster at the National Cemetery & at noon we will step off to march across the Memorial Bridge, down Independence Avenue, around the Capitol, the Supreme Court, & the White House, then peacefully return to Virginia across the Memorial Bridge. This is an act of civil disobedience, not a permitted event. We will march with rifles loaded & slung across our backs to put the government on notice that we will not be intimidated & cower in submission to tyranny. We are marching to mark the high water mark of government & to turn the tide. This will be a non-violent event, unless the government chooses to make it violent. Should we meet physical resistance, we will peacefully turn back, having shown that free people are not welcome in Washington, & returning with the resolve that the politicians, bureaucrats, & enforcers of the federal government will not be welcome in the land of the free.
There’s a remote chance that there will be violence as there has been from government before, and I think it should be clear that if anyone involved in this event is approached respectfully by agents of the state, they will submit to arrest without resisting. We are truly saying in the SUBTLEST way possible that we would rather die on our feet than live on our knees.
Take if you will the case of Barrett Brown. Brown has been sitting in federal prison without a trial for almost a year at this point, for making threats on youtube against an FBI agent. Brown made these remarks while he was going through heroin withdrawal, but his incarceration happened without delay. Kokesh, however, has stated on the Alex Jones show (?!) that he considers this event to be an “armed revolt against the government.”
If Kokesh does not– at the very least– get a visit from some manner of law enforcement agency (and apparently, he lives right down the road from the headquarters of the FBI, so it’s not too far of a drive) he is every bit as much of a paid agent provocateur as Hal Turner was.
No, no– think about this. All of Kokesh’s stunts involve a large number of people getting arrested. Remember when he tried to sell lemonade on the national mall? The law he violated is in place to keep shitty multinational corporations like McDonalds from setting up a burger stand in the center of “America’s Lawn.” Those people he duped into standing up for libertarian capitalist exploitation of the commons? All arrested– except for him. Remember his “dance party” at the Jefferson Memorial? He got arrested as well as a bunch of other people for violating… a fire code.
This latest stunt is most likely the last, dying gasp of an agent provocateur who’s heard the buzz that his handlers are considering cutting his paycheck. Look, regardless if you are for or against open or concealed carry, the law is very clear: DC law explicitly forbids either within its boundaries, federal law explicitly forbids either on all of its property, Arlington National Cemetery forbids both (unless you’re part of an official funeral and it’s part of your full dress uniform, but we strongly doubt a gaggle of paultards in ratty t-shirts and shorts carrying a motley assortment of cobbled-together ARs and AKs are anybody’s uniform outside of whiny Halo fanboys whose mothers won’t bring them more chocolate milk, but we digress) and the border between DC and Virginia actually exists immediately where the asphalt ends and the bridge begins. Even if this cadre of hilariously inept goons manages to assemble outside of DC without any incident, all access to DC over that bridge during the fourth of July is controlled by checkpoints where all sorts of contraband are seized from tourists attempting to enter the District– and where, incidentally, I was detained and interrogated by National Parks police for a few minutes because I happened to have a sprig of mugwort tied around my backpack handle.
We’ve covered one of these stupid open carry rallies before. Kokesh’s plan makes that event seem level-headed and sanely managed, even though the elder event was organized by people who advocated throwing bricks through the office windows of their members of congress. Of course, those folks don’t really seem to like Kokesh’s plan. Oh, what the hell, they’re going BALLISTIC over it (OH GOD THAT WAS A HORRIBLE PUN)
Look, I don’t think that Kokesh is part of some bizarre Hollywood-esque fantasy that’s part of a plan to slaughter profoundly stupid gun owners in public in front of families with small children– that’s paranoid jibber-jabber. It is, however, standard operating procedure for law enforcement to use informants and provocateurs to entrap other people without having to actually commit the crime of entrapment.
We’ve mocked the hyperbolic rhetoric of the gun-nut crowd to no end here, so don’t take this as some sort of massive political shift– we’re highlighting Kokesh because he’s been the beneficary of a wall of silence. Any time anyone on the left has attempted to complain about his revolting behavior, they’ve been shouted down or ignored. Remember when Kokesh was kicked out of the IVAW house? What about the numerous times he’s conducted fawning, softball interviews with Kevin Deanna– the white supremacist founder of Youth for Western Civilization? If there was any response, it usually consisted of “YUR JEST A ILLOOMINATY SOCK PUPPET” or other barely coherent invective.
Now he’s going to collect a group of easily impressionable, easily terrified gun owners and throw them in front of a sea of well trained, highly disciplined and heavily armed police. What could POSSIBLY go wrong?
The latest neo-nazi boyscout club that thinks it’s the last, best hope for white civilization. As always, if you can put names to faces, drop us a line!
Hey, we’re still around. Schooling, the demands of actually working for a living and the sudden onset of this thing called a “social life” have forced a re-prioritization of things in all of our lives.
Look, we’ve already made it abundantly clear why exactly we don’t go to May Day shindigs in DC anymore– but this time, we’re mature enough to admit that we missed out. May First saw the usual gaggle of non-profits doing their usual things and the local anarchists doing their own things; other places have covered this well enough without us to add our opinions. We cannot, however, let this… <i>thing</i>… go without comment. You see, there’s this piddly little hitler youth group at Towson University calling itself the White Student Union, lead by a wholly laughable creature named Matthew Heimbach. One People’s Project has profiled them quite nicely. Heimbach and his failure brigade showed up in front of the White House, and this happened:
This video by Russia Today that captures the entire incident. Fast forward to 1:14 to see Heimbach’s crappy teabagger flag get ripped off its pole and Heimbach explode in impotent, puerile rage. A bunch of nazis get their asses kicked, they lose their flags and a fun time was had by all Antifa. End of the story, right? BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE! We’ve stumbled upon an after-action report by someone named “Shotgun“– a man so utterly dispossessed of any semblance of literary ability, it is a wonder that the letters on the screen did not strangle him outright.
As one the comments in his post pointed out, this is quite possibly the gayest thing we’ve ever read (not that we see anything wrong with the queer community– we don’t. Highlighting the inherent hypocrisy in extremist hate groups is a grand hobby of ours). It’s also the most (Unintentionally? Intentionally but hoping no one notices?) homoerotic way of spinning “We couldn’t muster more than 8 bigots to wave a confederate flag in front of the white house. They stole our flag, ripped it up and then beat us into a formless mass of bloody pulp.”
Hey, if *you* get a stiffy from this pasty, overweight, pock-marked Bill White impersonator with a bad haircut, who are we to judge?
We submitted this piece to our collective and two writing droids started sparking and emitting blue smoke. One of our human writers had this to say before his brain started melting out of his ears:
“I couldn’t finish it. I read as far as I could before I threw up in my mouth a little bit. “There were eight of us in all, including two women (a fact that burned my Southern honor). ‘Dear God, I hope they stay protected’…”
Gwuhlb… sorry, just threw up in my mouth a little, again. I’m afraid I couldn’t get far enough to see where he does any actual reporting. I got
about four paragraphs into his pissing and moaning about his noble Southern roots and all that other balloon juice.
“ZOMG, there’s women in our group!”
Dickweed.”
Or, if you read his piece, it sounds more like this:
On Flags, Signs, Heroes, and Fist Fights
May 3, 2013
~ But God chose the foolish things of the world, to shame the wise; He chose the weak things, to shame the strong. God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things…the things that are not, to nullify the things that are! ~
I looked out and caught a glimpse of an army of communists moving our way. Their red banners caught in the fading light and their distant chants echoed across the park. “Here they come!” I cried, and looked over at Heimbach, who gave the nod. We walked out to meet them.
“I did more crying than I’m willing to admit, really.“
The ocean of scorn he swam on,
weak and tried, used and worn,
tossed a sea of revalry
to darken the light of morn.
“To start yon heroic missive of the proud Aryan warrior’s heroic act of violently assaulting a woman in front of police and getting away with it scot-free, here’s some crappy poetry! Hey! That rhymed! SEE?! POETIC GOLDMINE”
There were eight of us in all, including two women (a fact that burned my Southern honor). “Dear God, I hope they stay protected”.
“I was going to be too busy cowering in mortal terror for my life to ensure anybody else’s safety because that bastard Heimbach decided to drag us out on this fool’s errand. ‘Join the white student union’ he said. ‘Defend white people’ he said. Here I am about to get my pasty white ass beaten because I’m singing racist songs and waving a confederate battle flag in front of a gigantic group of immigrant-rights activists on International Workers’ Day with only a few minority police to defend me. Fucking Heimbach and his god complex. Why do I get roped into these sorts of things? Where is that pompous dick? Striking poses for non-existent cameras? Like we know anyone who’s even a fraction of what Riefenstahl was.”
In saner days, when men petitioned God for their grievances instead of chanting at their fellows, women wouldn’t have felt compelled to attend these sorts of events; yet, such is our brave new democracy that the fairer sex frequently add their voices to prayer choruses in hopes of convincing mass-man to tolerate the put-upon factions of society. They, along with the men, pick up flags, draw up signs, and walk out into public to take part in a democratic liturgy.
“THERE IS NO KITCHEN HERE! WHY ARE THERE WOMENFOLK PRESENT IN YONDER BATTLEFIELD OF MANLY MALE HONOUR AND RIPPLING MALE MASCULINITY AND MUSCULAR MANLY MALENESS? WHO DEIGNED TO PERMIT YON DAMSELS TO ABDICATE THEIR FEMININE DUTIES AT THE HOMESTEAD AND SULLY THEIR DELICATE AND FRAGILE AND WEAK AND SUBMISSIVE NATURES WITH THE DUTIES OF HONORABLE MANLY STATECRAFT?!”
We Southerners are at a weakness here, because, despite a lingering sense of the tragic (passed on to us in the folk wisdom of our grandparents),
“Translation: We lost and we still can’t get over it.”
and despite a healthy respect for the fallen nature of man,
“Well, white men at least. And white women in hoop skirts.”
nevertheless, at times, we’re capable of a startling sense of naivete’ towards our fellows, accompanied by a confused sense of optimism. If the sun is shining, the breeze blowing, and the sweet smells of early spring drifting through the air, how could there be evil afoot? Why usher our women off to the side when we’re only interested in rational debate and interesting conversation?
“All we were doing was waving the confederate battle flag and the flag of apartheid South Africa during a massive demonstration for immigrant rights, using confrontational language and organizing behind a guy who associates with violent white supremacists and who repeatedly makes threats about ‘armed patrols’… what could possibly go wrong?”
Who can box the shining sun,
put her to ground for everyone
to see and stare and touch her rays
till all her fires turn to grays?
“I completely lost my train of thought here, so have more shitty poetry.”
When one is in the presence of Matthew Heimbach, one is in the presence of a singularly magnanimous individual,
BLURGHB
the likes of whom, it’s very likely, does not exist anywhere else in the world.
BLAAARRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGHHHHHH
Who else in all of America is able to stand in the face of the demonic pressures he endures on a daily basis?
HURRGRGRGRGRGGRHHAHHABABBBBBBLLLLLLAAAAAAAGAGHHHHHHHhhhhhhh….. ok, I think that’s it… I haven’t had much else to eat today…
Our enemy uses lies and insults instead of swords and arrows, but they hurt all the more
You ever been shot in the face with a bad word? “I used to be an adventurer like you, until I took a poorly worded internet forum insult to the knee.” Mental note: Bring real swords and arrows next time.
– they’re able to rip a part families and torture a man’s psyche until all convictions are ripped away,
Yeah, damn those “FACTS.” Your parents don’t want anything to do with you because they found out you’re a conniving, race-hating, goose-stepping Oswald Mosley clones? ITS THE COMMIES FAULT AND THEIR LLLIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
leaving a husk; a burned out soul with nothing left to offer. And yet, Heimbach, never flinching, walks out to meet them.
So he’s still a burned out, empty husk of a man with no prospects and nothing to offer the world around him. No wonder you think he’s not flinching, he’s incapable of feeling human emotions. Better keep him away from the bleach.
Yes, maybe somewhere in Europe, perhaps with the Golden Dawn activists or with the French Identity movement, there is a man with similar fortitude.
But whomever would make this argument must remember that the situations in these countries are very different; the political climate is more amenable there, than here. Would their bravest dare brave the pressures of an American nationalist? We can only hope, though my naive Southern optimism does little to convince me of it.
Oh look, more shitty poetry. Running out of steam again, eh sailor?
Having arranged ourselves in a line, to halt the progress of this 400 man army, the 8 of us stood silent, lost in our thoughts, as we watched them approach. We began exchanging jokes and humorous comments, but I suspect they were masking the sense of impending evil we all felt.
“The giant puddle of our own urine we were standing in probably gave us away. Mental note: The true aryan warrior wears Depends.”
Another funny thing about Southerners – when evil is coming, no matter how much we may feel it wrenching our guts, a stronger impulse rises in turn:
, the army collided with us and all hell broke loose.
“We got our asses kicked”
The tempest of blackness;
blowing, blowing!
All form is lost!
All but the cries of anguished, raving, lunatics…
JESUS CHRIST HOW MUCH SHITTY POETRY CAN YOU WRITE?! You’re not even approaching the quality of William Peirce (whose Turner Diaries was so badly written it was physically painful to attempt to read, but we digress)
My friend Shane Long, of the Maryland League of the South, attended Heimbach’s counter-protest, and brought with him a confederate battle flag. No more offensive sign could have been found with which to oppose the unwashed animals descending on us. In one symbol, all of the heroism, righteousness, and universal good ever accomplished by Christendom, all of our art, all of our beauty, is boiled into a concentrated form of light, which the heathens cannot bear to look upon.
“Hey, look, all we’re saying is that you sub-human non-whites need to be owned like pieces of farm machinery. How dare you be offended!”
We clashed with the protestors, and some of them attacked Shane. They had to get that flag. In a flurry of fists and violence, I lost sight of both Shane and the flag, but a moment later, amidst the leering, screaming crowd, I saw the symbol rise up. Shane lifted it proudly through the muck. He still held it! Our line remained unbroken!
Torn in half, and no mention of Heimbach being caught completely unprepared and unawares when HIS flag was ripped right off its flagpole. Nice selective editing, you glue-huffing fool.
A party of 8, had stopped the army dead in its tracks.
The cloud of filth, swirls and cries
with untimely form its devil belies,
when up from the black, a sunbeam catches,
A symbol of hope, rising from blackness…
Delusional, much? Not even the greek fascist assholes can live up to the “300″ image– and eight neckbeards are the pinnacle of the white race? Hitler wouldn’t use you even for his backup bedpan division.
They rushed Shane again, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw them lighting the battle flag on fire. They grabbed it and pulled it into their throng. But, Shane didn’t let go – he followed them in, fists swinging, and giving off a frightful cry! Yes, dear readers, the infamous and feared rebel yell was heard in Washington D.C. this day; let the devil take note!
It sounded like this: “OH GOD OH GOD PLEASE NO THAT COST ME MY WEEKS ALLOWANCE OH MERCY OH PLEASE NO I USED MY DADS CREDIT CARD HES GONNA BE SO MAD”
Forced to the ground by armed police, Shane fell back, and the crowd dispersed, with the battle flag unfortunately out of his possession. His efforts, though, made a hole in the crowd large enough for me to see a small patch of red and blue underneath their filthy sneakers. I dove for it, blocking the wild punches and kicks as best I could, and striking back with all the rage of an awakened Saxon (I knocked a fat, blaspheming jewess to the ground, a fact which I’d normally be ashamed of, but on this occasion, it gave a great deal of satisfaction).
“I squealed like a stuck pig and tried to save my Made-In-China sheet of nylon, and my I BEAT UP A WOMAN AND I AM PROUD OF IT. HOW YOU LIKE MY SOUTHERN HONOR NOW, HUH!? THATS HOW WE DO IN THE SOUTH! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAWWWWW”
We would like to apologize for implanting the image of this man’s “awakened Saxon” in your head. Gross.
I was quickly swamped, and began taking hits from all sides.
“Hey! All I was doing was BEATING A WOMAN– how could you get offended by that? Filthy savages! Women are made to be beaten! Says so in the bible!”
Just then, I felt a hand grab my shoulder and pull me out of the crowd. It was Matthew Heimbach! We stood, shoulder to shoulder, fighting off this army, until we too were grabbed by the police and forced back. I looked down and, in my hand (and somewhat to my surprise) I held the Battle Flag. Burned, soiled, but still ours!
“I felt a patriotic surge in the front of my pants. Normally I have to pay someone in downtown Greenville for this, but I was getting this one for free!“
I handed it off to Heimbach, as a police officer yanked me to the side. Heimbach unfolded it. I managed to shake clear of the ruckus, and grabbed the other side of the flag. We held it aloft, together, and at the tops of our voices, began to sing an old, familiar cadence…
“Ohhhhh I…wish I was in the land of cotton … old times there are not forgotten, look away…. look away…look away…Dixieland…”
“Hey, I know what’s going to smooth this situation over! Let’s sing an old racist battle song while they’re tearing our flags up, setting them on fire, tying them to bicycles and riding away with them!”
Shane was on the ground, being restrained by the police, but we looked over and noticed that even he, in his incapacitated state, was singing along with us!
“In Dixie land I’ll take my stand…I’ll live and die, in Dixie!!”
What’s the verse about getting your asses kicked in the heart of the Union?
Thus was the South, and the conservative cause acquitted “
The guilty charges of slavery, genocide and being incredibly poor losers still stand, though.
– with song and bitter defiance. “
That’s your legal strategy? If you were an attorney in traffic court, your client would have been lucky to escape with the death penalty.
The army was scattered and defeated. We left in high spirits. (Shane, we were assured by the police, would not be charged with any crime, and was to be released at a strategic and safe time and location). So, after re-gaining Shane into our company, we retired to celebrate our victory.
“Hopelessly outnumbered, out-strategized and beaten into a bloody pulp with one of our flags being pulled apart like fresh bread and used to sop up the oil on one of our enemies’ bikes, but I got to violently assault a woman in front of cops and completely get away with it, so it was a COMPLETE AND TOTAL VICTORY!”
We haven’t yet put names to faces, so until then, enjoy their honorary titles. Yes, this was their entire turnout.
“Fatty”
Fatty
Fatty’s Tattoos
Some Girl With a Video Camera
Some Girl With A Video Camera
Tweaker
Fathead
Fathead
Fathead
Sea Hag
Sea Hag
Sasquatch
Imperial Wizard Ryan Mullins “Jeb”
Imperial Wizard Ryan Mullins “Jeb”
Fatty and Ryan Mullins “Jeb”
Imperial Wizard Ryan Mullins and Ugly
Ugly and Sasquatch
Lurch
Lurch
Mr. Mustache
Mr. Mustache
Mr. Mustache
Mr. Mustache
Some Old Fart
Some Old Fart
Piggy
Piggy
Skeeter
Skeeter
Skeeter
Skeeter
Stupid
Stupid
Stupid’s shitty tattoos
If you have any names for these knuckleheads, don’t hesitate to leave them in the comment section. We’ll still leave the nicknames up because they’re funny.
From our comrades at H.A.R.M., comes this HOWLARIOUS piece, highlighting one of the best and brightest rising stars of the WN scene (snicker).
Corey “C-Money” Farrell
The World’s Least Intelligent
Wanna-Be White Supremacist
Ladies and Gentlemen, we present you with Corey Farrell from Lafayette, IN. Corey “C-Money” Farrell brings up an interesting conundrum. Can a white supremacist be too stupid for antifascists to mess with? We’ll let you decide.
We recently received an unsolicited email from C-Money. The body was blank but the subject read, “I would love to join the movement”. Emails like this are not exactly how we grow as an organization. We figured this was just another white supremacist troll, but figured we’d shoot an email back:
From: harm@riseup.net
To: cmoney89765@gmail.com
Tell us about ypurself.Where you from? Where you live? Where’d you go to high school? How’d you hear about us?Describe your political beliefs. Have you been an activist for any other organizations? Do you have any skillsets you think might be useful?
We recieved this eyebrow-raising response:
From: cmoney89765@gmail.com
To: harm@riseup.net
Names Corey Farrell 22 years old. From lafayette Indiana. Went to Jeff high school. My political views is governmentis more towards Mexicans n afro Americans. Fuck the whites… My skills sets would be spreading the word here in Indiana n where ever I go. I am proud to be a white male.
And then added:
From: cmoney89765@gmail.com
To: harm@riseup.net
I also never been in any movements. But my family tells me to find one n join. Heard good things about u guys
It was at this point in time that we began to suspect that we might not be quite the organization that C-Money was looking for. The best that we can figure out, C-Money heard some rumors about some hard-hitting beastly members of the Lafayette Crew (who happen to have lightly tinted skin) and just assumed that they must be white supremacist. You’d think since he took the time to look up our email address on the interwebz he might have taken the time to read anything that we’ve ever posted, but no.
We were still amazed that anyone was this stupid. We looked online and quickly found that his info did indeed check out. C-Money is a 22 year old Lafayette native who wasn’t good enough at mixed martial arts to go anywhere with it. He’s been arrested on outstanding warrants. But still, we had to make sure:
From: harm@riseup.net
To: cmoney89765@gmail.com
So you’re a proud white male willing to do what it takes to ensure that white males keep their place at the top of the food chain?
C-Money’s response:
From: cmoney89765@gmail.com
To: harm@riseup.net
Depends what’s going on y
Followed by:
From: cmoney89765@gmail.com
To: harm@riseup.net
But ya I’m a proud white male
WN crews love “ironic” homosexuality.
Oh, C-Money… You’re actually pretty lucky you got us instead of the people you were looking for. Go tell some Hammerskins, Peckerwoods, or Aryan Brotherhood crews that you’d love to join their movement and that your name is “C-Money”. They’ll love that.
In all honesty, we almost feel bad for the kid. His parents apparently want him to join a hate group. He doesn’t have a future in fighting. He isn’t gonna become a doctor or rocket scientist. He probably figures he might as well join up with a crew that he hopes will have his back in the prison he’ll probably wind up in.
He was kind enough to provide a phone number for us. We’re holding back his address for the time being. All you liberal peace police who say that education is the answer: Here’s your chance. Someone should school this kid and find him a job and teach him how to read. Start with explaining what putting the prefix “anti-” in front of a word does to its meaning. Any antifa reading this might consider giving him a call to let him know what his future will be like if he succeeds in joining in a hate group. If that doesn’t work, oh well, the bigots can have this one… Ladies and gentleman the future of the white nationalism.
Corey “C-Money” Farrell
(765)414-9392
cmoney89765@gmail.com
Lafayette, IN
Or, why the Institute for Policy Studies can eat shit.
I’ve often groused about how the activist millieu in DC is domesticated, low key and dead. Every event inevitably follows this formula: BORING SPEECH followed by THREE WORD CHANT, with ANNOYINGLY SERPENTINE MARCH that passes by OUTSIDE BORING OFFICE BUILDING, OUTSIDE BORING OFFICE BUILDING, OUTSIDE BORING OFFICE BUILDING, OUTSIDE BORING OFFICE BUILDING, winding up OUTSIDE BORING OFFICE BUILDING, with BORING SPEECH, THREE WORD CHANT, THREE WORD CHANT and BORING SPEECH. Sometimes, BORING SPEECH is interspersed with BORING FOLK MUSIC.
It’s almost as if all of these events are planned by the same central committee. We’ve long been frustrated and irritated by the presence of 501c(3) non-profit groups– they latch on to every movement and suck the life out of it. Suddenly, every event –no matter how grass-roots its origins– is handled like a goddamned rock concert, with backstage passes and VERY BUSY STAFFERS who are VERY IMPORTANT AND CANT TALK WITH YOU RIGHT NOW WOULD YOU KINDLY STEP AWAY FROM THE SPEAKERS. You have to butter these little shits up, too, or else they’ll do everything in their power to keep you from taking pictures or interviewing people.
Politics.
So it comes to pass that every activist event ends up following the same fucking script, with people on the street becoming so accustomed to the routine that they block it all out. The people of DC have acquired ninja-like prowess in dodging and brushing off bright, shiny-faced youth with pamphlets, and shitty, squawking bullhorns just blend into the white noise of the city. I know, you’re getting less than minimum wage to hand out fliers for an hour or two and it looks good on your curriculum vitae when you apply to another 501(c)3, but the people who told you to do this have no connection with the worker you’re slowing down who needs to catch the subway or else she’ll lose her minimum wage job.
This is why no one who lives in DC gives two shits about activism anymore, and why no one bothers to start anything. You’d think DC would be alive with political discourse on every corner, but it’s not. Everything has been domesticated. Tamed. Broken. Every movement, no matter what it is, will inevitably be co-opted by a large, well-funded nonprofit who will then move its own people into leadership positions in the original, grass-roots group. Or– as with the case of Occupy DC, where there is no leadership position– the nonprofits will create leadership positions with their own people already in the position; namely, the Institute for Policy Studies’ involvement with Occupy DC. We were looking up info about tomorrow’s May Day event at Malcolm X park, and saw this press release. “That’s odd”, we thought. “Occupy is just supposed to DO THINGS, not have press agents and people who live in very expensive apartments in Alexandria.”
“Who ARE these people?” “Hmm… they work for something… Institute for Policy Studies?” “INSTITUTE FOR POLICY STUDIES?! A FUCKING NON-PROF?!” “Yeah, fuck that shit, I’m not wasting my time on that crap.”
What DOES MayDay DC have planned, anyway? A carnival? A family friendly outing of happy, puffy, safe pablum that completely undercuts the serious nature of the entire goddamned 99% message? The right wing and corporatists are waging a very literal war on working people, dissidents and anyone who doesn’t fit into their narrow “God-Money-Empire” worldview, and the best way to demonstrate this is by having nonprofit staffers dress up in CLOWN COSTUMES for a goddamned PARADE?
The common line of apologist bullshit from non-profits is that without the power of a nonprofit, they wouldn’t be able to pull in notable speakers or professional sound systems– which is probably they’ve had their sights set on Occupy since it first appeared. Think about it– a legitimately grass-roots movement that doesn’t want or need your fucking Genelec monitors that you can’t mix properly, and where speakers like Slavoj Zizek spent their own money to travel to and attend. Hell, DC may actually by a perfect example where right wing media may have had its baseless propaganda finally hit a mark: a rich, well-funded group of flatulent, old “establishment leftists” really have taken over the activist scene in DC.
The major difference between what Institute for Policy Studies does and what Americans for Prosperity does is AFP has the backing of the Koch brothers’ billions, and IPS only has donations from a few well-off people from left-of-center. Either way, both of these abominations are the very definition of astro-turf political movements. Nothing of any journalistic importance will happen at Malcolm X park today, and I’m certainly not going to risk my brand new camera and lenses to cover a fucking astro-turf event that’s already being photographed by talentless hacks working for a fucking non-profit. Fuck that shit.
The streets outside the Marriot Wardman Park hotel in Washington DC were alive on Friday, February 10th, 2011, as protestors affiliated with Occupy DC, the SEIU, the AFL-CIO and a host of allied organizations descended on the annual Conservative Political Action Conference, also known as CPAC. Participants traveled from as far away as Pittsburgh and New York City to demonstrate against money in politics, income inequality and a profusion of crimes and abuses perpetrated against the poor, working and middle classes.
CPAC does little to hide the fact that it is a product of and for the elite rich, with a full pass to the conferences costing 200 dollars, a one day pass at 75 dollars and media passes only awarded to a select few that have passed a rigorous background check that would make the FBI jealous. Due to this, we weren’t able to cover the most interesting of these conferences, the tantalizingly named “THE FAILURE OF MULTICULTURALISM” hosted by anti-immigrant fanatic Peter Brimelow and the hate group Youth for Western Civilization. Viking fetishist Kevin DeAnna and alcoholic nuisance Marcus Epstein were present, while Rep. Steve King (R-IA) and notable xenophobe John Derbyshire delivered speeches. Predictably, they chose to cower behind security checkpoints, bulletproof glass and hundreds of non-white police officers instead of daring to wade into the sea of untermenschen. Also present were Kevin Lamb from the white nationalist ProEnglish, Tim Dionisopoulos from Youth for Western Civilization, Jim Gilchrist from The Minuteklanmen and notorious snitch Brandon Darby.
Edwin Williams and Jim Gilchrist of the Minutemen
The specter of thousands of union steelworkers, maids and politically charged citizens exercising their fist amendment rights outside of a hotel was apparently enough to terrify attendees of CPAC, who hid behind phalanxes of riot police, barely venturing to the windows to snatch a peek at the lives they have been frittering away for the sake of greater profit. Referred to as the old stand-bys of “purveyors of chaos” and “union thugs” by histrionic fear-mongers in the right-wing echo-chamber, the demonstration on Friday was largely peaceful, despite vehement fulminations by apologists for the 1% to force all of these “welfare recipients” into “work camps and gas chambers.”
This has been the first major protest organized against CPAC in its nearly forty-year run.
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