Whose War Is It, Anyway? Exploring Militancy and the ITW Bomb, Anarchist Style!


I would like to start out this post with Richard Wilhelm’s translation of the I Ching hexagram “Ko”, meaning revolution or molting:

The Chinese character for this hexagram means in its original sense an animal’s pelt, which is changed in the course of the year by molting. From this word is carried over to apply to the ‘moltings’ in political life, the great revolutions connected with changes of governments…

The Judgement

Revolution. On your own day
You are believed.

Supreme success,
Furthering through perseverance.
Remorse disappears.

Political revolutions are extremely grave matters. They should be undertaken only under stress of direst necessity, when there is no other way out. Not everyone is called to this task, but only the [wo/]man who has the confidence of the people, and even he only when the time is ripe. [S/]He must then proceed in the right way, so that he gladdens the people and, by enlightening them, prevents excesses. Furthermore, he must be quite free of selfish aims and must really relieve the need of the people. Only then does he have nothing to regret. Times change, and with them their demands. Thus the seasons change in the course of the year. In the world cycle also there are spring and autumn in the life of peoples and nations, and these call for social transformations.

As I was listening to John Zerzan’s 3/5/13 Anarchy Radio broadcast, I was glad to hear that so many refuse to back up the recent mauling of a postal worker by a bomb sent by Individuals Tending towards the Wild (ITW) down in old Me-hee-co.  Apparently they put out a communiqué saying something along the lines of, “Tough tiddlywinks, we’re at war and there will be casualties.”  I think that their lack of remorse is absolutely repulsive, and it deserves some thought.  Most importantly for us here in the states, I think that ITW’s behavior is exactly what we would see from Deep Green Resistance (DGR) if they ever got some kind of faction off the ground.  And that is something scary to think about.
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The Kids Don’t Go Back

Our schools look like prisons
and our prisons look like malls.
-Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra & Tra-La-La Band

It’s a bleak landscape, indeed. Like a stone thunderstorm, I think, surveying the damage from my favorite hill.

I sit in the shade of some rocks on top of a nameless mesa in Nevada, a place I share with soaring red tail hawks, a playful murder of crows, and the lazy desert tortoise, watching clouds form on the updrafts of the mountains to the west. Below me, to the east, lies what was once a lush oasis of meadows and springs in the parched Mojave Desert. It was home to friendly bands of Shoshone and Paiute Indians who had relied for at least thirteen millennia on the underground aquifer lying beneath the valley floor to create the meadows which later lead Spanish conquistadors to grace the basin with its current name: Las Vegas. The Meadows.  But today there are no meadows here.
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Postscript to “For Those With Visions of the Apocalypse”: Eschatology, Organic Memory, and Anarchism

Hello good people!  Summer is here.  I hope your gardens are doing better than mine.  I’m sure the government is thwarting my efforts.  Even if it isn’t spies peaking over the wall to spray pesticides, the strange and unwholesome climate is doing the system’s dirty work on a large scale.  Bad juju is in the air!  Anyway, I want to write a post-script on the recent zine For Those With Visions of the Apocalypse: Hopi Prophecy and Revolution.  I imagine not too many who have read it understand what it’s all about.  First and foremost, it wasn’t about any hoity-toity 2012 crap—although the time is very ripe for this subject, considering.  Secondly, it didn’t have anything to do with trying to create any kind of sensationalist, pseudo-spiritual fear about the end times.  Rather, it was a call to recognize the nature of our universal captivity so that we might work to transcend it.

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