Saturday, December 09, 2017

Christmas squeak

 Christmas is shit
 In so many ways
 It’s almost ridiculous
 A joyless time
 Pretending to be a celebration
 So beyond fucked up
 Modern trite existence
 Religion and greed
 In a great mashup
 Of shit and crap and horror

 It isn’t for the adults
 And certainly not for the children
 Only lies, deception and illusions
 Speak of the greatness of Christmas
 It isn’t a time for relatives to meet
 People disliking each other
 The rest of the year
 Hate each other at Christmas
 Christmas Christmas Christmas
 Mithramass Mithramass Mithramass
 Dance around the dead tree
 Three more weeks of horror
 Are ahead of us

 Go left, go right, stumble
 Through the fog of
 The anesthetic mind
 Is this really so hard
 To understand, to grasp
 Behave like a puppet on a string
 And that’s precisely what you are
 Lift your right foot
 Lift your left foot
 The moment they pull
 And you hardly notice
 The string is there

 Insane choir – Christmas
 Christmas squeak Christmas squeak
 Squeak squeak squeak
 Christmas – your name is hypocrisy
 Your name is pretense, your squeak is
 The most horrible of horrors
 Christmas defenders
 Jump off a cliff
 And bother human beings
 No more no more no more
 Yes, I wage war on Christmas
 And I’m a proud warmonger
 Rejecting the peace
 Of the walking dead

 Amos Keppler 2017-12-05

Tuesday, December 05, 2017

The true fake news - seen through the eyes of Julian Assange and John Pilger

  I would say that about ninety-five percent of what is conveyed through establishment media is fake news, but even that is being too kind. Since the foundation is fake, corrupted, everything becomes fake. Those in charge and their cronies in establishment media aren’t just lying and deceiving: they are also lying by omission, lying by telling the truth.
  I had the great pleasure of listening to Julian Assange (by video link) and John Pilger at the Holberg Debate 2017 in Bergen on Saturday. Julian Assange was first out. He repeated calmly the truth that is obvious to most truly aware people.
  This is based on my shorthand writing and memory of the event, since we weren’t allowed to record anything.

  Establishment media has always been disastrous, destructive, contrary to anything even resembling truth, filled with fake news every day. It has been used to create and maintain the current order. A fear of truth pervades establishment media. It is threatened by facts, by truly alternative media. The agenda of the establishment and its puppets is always oppressive. They show that with everything appearing in public.
  His claim that every journalist in establishment news media, by his/her support of the establishment narrative is responsible for an average of 130 deaths in various wars is undoubtedly close to the truth.
  He also described how it takes a turn for the worse, both present day and in the future, how distorted automatic info is growing/ascending, how it in insidious ways are demonetizing true/alternative info, interpreting it into the centrist/establishment centrifuge obscuring truth.
  Data mining from Facebook and similar is used increasingly to search for patterns in given population groups and becoming an ever-better tool to interpret those patterns. We the people become the most important tool to control ourselves. Those in charge need to get into our heads, and the more they do that, the more they will gain control over us. The prospects of succeeding with brainwashing and behavior control have never been «better».

  John Pilger spoke about the same subjects, came to the same conclusion from a slightly different perspective.
  He spoke about the irony when Alec Salmond was attacked by the Guardian for working in Russia Today, about the BBC as a long-term tool of UK/western governments, and took us on a brief history tour of real fake news, how establishment media in western countries has basically served us propaganda and called it news.
  The «free press» served those behind the coup in Iran in 1953, in Chile in 1973 and many more.
  There wasn’t even the pretense of true inquiry before the Iraq invasion in 2003. Journalists were undoubtedly willing collaborators to war crimes.
  They continue to be so, by sharing eagerly the establishment’s propaganda on Libya, Syria, Venezuela, Cuba and many more, willingly repeating any pretext for bombing and attacking a given country.
  «If satire wasn’t dead, we would convulse with laughter».
  US/NATO is preparing for war with Russia and possibly China and establishment media is as ever very supportive in that regard.
  «Double standards are the pillars of fake news».
  He told us about his meeting with Leni Riefenstahl - «Hitler’s filmmaker» in 1993:
  «She told me that the "messages" of her films were dependent not on "orders from above," but on the "submissive void" of the German public. Did that include the liberal, educated bourgeoisie? "Everyone," she said».
  Wikileaks has caused huge panic in establishment circles.
  We should look at our own societies, not be so eager to find fault in others. There is no reason to congratulate ourselves with our own.
  Everyone has the power to become a truly alternative, independent voice.

  The local newspaper Bergens Tidende basically ignored the event of two notable people visiting our town, except for the editorial warning and sour note in advance and scolding attack afterwards. Bergens Tidende is a typical liberal supporter of the establishment and its massive war efforts.
  I was at a meeting about «fake news», arranged by and with the establishment press at the local library some time ago. They basically used that evening to whitewash themselves and brag about their «accomplishments».
  The Holberg Debate 2017 was something stunningly different, where the people of the establishment media had no control over events, and that certainly infuriated them to no end.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

The Nick Cave interview

  Yes, this is the Nick Cave interview, the important part of it. I copied it during the broadcast. My employers have ordered us to delete all, absolutely all copies in existence, but I felt it’s just too juicy to deny posterity.

  It was early summer in Sidney harbor. The two men, wearing shorts and shirts sat on a stage outside.
  - Good evening, Nick and thank you for coming here, the interviewer, the tough, investigative reporter said.
  - Glad to be here, Cave replied.
  - So, Nick, you’ve stated that this record is different from your previous. In what way?
  - I would say it is more reflective, Cave replied. – I have matured as a human being, and that is certainly reflected in the music and texts.
  The interview goes on for a while, more or less a typical interview with a musician.
  - You played in Israel recently…
  - I did, Cave acknowledged.
  - You also were pretty hard on those advising you to not do that, and on others boycotting Israel, refusing to perform there. You accused them of censorship and worse.
  The mood and the very nature of the conversation changed. Sweat formed on Cave’s brow.
  - I did. I felt and feel that they deserved it.
  - But all they did were voicing their opinion. They didn’t really attempt to censor you or force you in any way, did they?
  - They did, and deserve every harsh word and worse, Cave said, his voice rising just a little.
  - So, you mean them voicing their opinion amounts to censorship?
  - I do, their campaign is such blatant censorship.
  - But isn’t what they are doing pretty much what you, yourself are doing?
  Cave blinked.
  - In what way?
  - Well, you are criticizing those boycotting Israel and states, in no uncertain manner that they should stop doing that.
  - They should, Cave cried. – What they do is wrong, horribly wrong!
  - Do they deserve some kind of sanction, in your opinion? The interviewer asked casually.
  - It would serve them right! Cave cried at the other man.
  - A boycott, perhaps?
  Cave stared hard at him.
  - The BDS-movement certainly feel there are quite a few strong arguments in favor of their actions.
  - They are deluded! Cave snapped.
  - You don’t think the fact that thousands of Palestinian children have been tortured and killed by Israeli soldiers is a worthy argument, then?
  - What you’re talking about is just one more anti-Semitic plot, Cave mumbled, with bulging eyes.
  - The Israeli torturing and killing of thousands of minors is an anti-Semitic plot?
  - Stop that! Cave said, gritting his teeth. – Stop doing that right away.
  - Stop doing what? The interviewer wondered perplexed.
  Cave didn’t verbally respond. His expression spoke volumes, though.
  - Your critics claim that you, by playing in Israel, and your very strong attack on the people criticizing Israel’s horrible and numerous crimes are legitimizing them. Won’t you concede that they have a point?
  - C-concede?
  - Won’t you also concede that the Palestinians have been patient beyond belief, with their peaceful boycott, divestment and sanctions policy and that that puts Israel’s crimes in an even worse light? Shouldn’t Israel be isolated from the international community and its leaders and officials be judged in the harshest way possible in public opinion and at the International Criminal Court in Hague?
  - Are you out of your fucking mind? Cave raged.
  - Are you aware that the BDS-movement and anyone criticizing Israel, really, are victims of censorship and persecution all over the world?
  Cave caved and stood abruptly up from his chair.
  - I’ve had enough of this SHIT! The interview is OVER.
  He stormed out, frothing around his mouth.
  - You should be censored and drawn, he shouted and spat brimstone, as he turned at the edge of the stage. – They should fire you, and you should never get another job, not even in an igloo in Antarctica. I will make Harvey Weinstein sic his Shin Bet GOONS on you. YOU - DAMN - ANTI-SEMITE!!!
  - There are no igloos in Antarctica, the interviewer said in a very helpful attempt at enlightening tonight’s guest.
  But Cave had disappeared, had already dived deep into his cave and saw only the world through the narrow chinks of his cavern.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Streets of fire (II)



  (I)



  This second installment is solely about «Ten days that shook the world», the London anarchist conference in 1994.



  I returned to London on Tuesday, October 18, doing so specifically for the conference, meeting up with some of the old gang well in advance, in order to prepare ourselves as much as possible for the numerous events. I had nothing to do with the organizing or stuff, though some of the gang did. We had more or less avoided taking sides in the controversy leading up to the conference, a controversy leading up to the sad fact that some UK-based anarchist groups stayed away and even boycotted it.

  Let me state categorically that the boycott wasn’t visible, at least not to the outsider. Thousands of anarchists from all over the world descended on London and its beyond numerous events. The conference was a success, in our eyes, just measured by the fact that it took place. Did everything go smoothly? Not at all. But how anyone can expect such a massive undertaking to go smoothly is beyond me. The anarchy, the constant great Chaos surrounding us made us enjoy it even more.



  The official program started Thursday the twentieth, but the natives had been restless the entire month leading up to the main events. On the ninth there was a major protest in Hyde Park, very well attended by both protesters and the police. The uniforms utilized their shields and clubs eagerly. On Wednesday nineteenth, people gathered outside the parliament to protest against the Criminal Justice Bill being «debated» inside, one more oppressive bill in a long, long row. I have written extensively about what happened. Suffice to say, it was probably the most brutal exercise of police power I had experienced to that point. I stopped counting the sounds of broken bones and skulls and just ran, fled the fastest I was able. I got separated from my friends quickly, but hooked up with others, and stayed in an unknown apartment the rest of the evening and night, shaking in fear and rage. In spite of the horror and terror, there was an uplifted mood between us. We felt the fire burn within, and exchanged names and even addresses when we parted the next morning.

  Establishment media and its handle of this are, as always «worth» mentioning, of course. It sided with the police, and blamed the protesters for the violence, even though there had been no violence before the police attacked. This is, in case you’re wondering quite common. I’ve never experienced, not once that protesters have attacked the police. We aren’t stupid. No one not insane attacks dozens, often hundreds of people dressed in «riot gear», at least light body armor and with shields and clubs in their hands. The police are trained bullies, thugs. Protesters only strike back, defend themselves when they have no other choice.

  I went home, in the hope of getting some sleep. Events were taking place all over London every day, now, but we had decided to be a little picky. The next event we had chosen was at seven o’clock in the evening.

  Yes, we were going back for more. The atrocious event the previous day had only fueled our fire, like similar events have always done.

  We went to Conway Hall in the evening, a place with a long and proud tradition as a radical venue. I noticed, as I always notice the inscription on the post close to the ceiling: «to thine own self be true». It clearly had a special significance to almost everyone present.

  It was a great, beautifully disorganized meeting. That resulted in some waiting, but I’ve always seen waiting as natural. There was no queue or anything, which I’ve always seen as unnatural. We certainly didn’t get bored. Even if nothing happened on the stage, we always found new people to talk to in the hall. Some people have complained that there were lots of drunk people there. We didn’t spot any. It was a pretty uneventful meeting, where I can’t really recall many details. I remember the organizers collecting money. The main organizers were in constant need of money, and the way I’ve heard it, they ran out of funding after a few days. It prompted yet another discussion concerning anarchists’ need for organizing… or not.

  As stated: the best thing about it was that it took place and was a networking venue without peer.

  No matter, the conference kept going throughout the ten days and beyond, having gained a life of its own, independent of the original organizers.

  The next day we visited the London Anarchist Book Fair, an amazing place filled with both art and creative and passionate, politically inclined people. The LABF is a longstanding tradition in London, but this was probably the one with the highest attendance both before and after. To say it was a beyond great experience doesn’t do it justice, not even approaching such. My only regret was that I didn’t have my own books published and available for such a venue at the time.

  On Sunday we took part in the levitating of the parliament. It didn’t actually levitate, but we did imagine that it shook a little. The police presence, high throughout October grew quite pronounced with each new day of protest. Their trouble was that they didn’t know where to go. The protests and protesters were all over Greater London. If they had a detailed list in advance (and they probably had) over activities, this list was long outdated by the time the conference began. Score one for disorganizing…

  On Monday we went to Brixton and the community houses and squatted buildings there. Not much happened, at least not in terms of loud protests and big clashes with the police, but we spoke to a lot of people, and some of us revisited old haunts. Brixton had been the site of extensive social unrest and police clashing with minorities in the eighties, and that hadn’t really changed.

  We took part in several workshops during the week and also organized our own, not far from our old squatted haunts. We focused our discussions on saying no to old, trite and not very useful solutions and embracing the new. We witnessed how people’s eyes opened, how they awoke from their long sleep.

  There were several more smaller and bigger confrontations with the police. They kept roughing up people, clearly having been ordered to step up their brutality and general bullying, to take it even a step beyond the usual level.

  We spent one afternoon and evening in an old squatted church in Kentish Town, a place without windows, where people lived in tents covering the ceremonial hall. There was a lot of awake and aware people there. Inspired discussions or rather conversations took place long into the night.

  We went to the international event on Thursday in Conway Hall. Lorenzo Kom'boa Ervin was there as well, like he had been at several events earlier at the conference.

  After a great speech where he related the struggle of the black anarchist movement in the United States, during a round of questions and answers, where one man asked if he believed it would be possible to save America, he uttered the following memorable words:

  - I don’t want to save America. I want to destroy the shit!

  A Norwegian spoke about their fight against Norwegian membership in the EU, which created lots of laughter in the hall. Most of those present clearly agreed with me that against or in favor of a given land’s membership in the EU is a distraction, both then and now.

  Representatives for several countries were given time on the stage, telling the audience/participants about the local struggle. It was very interesting.



  The Anarchist Conference in London in 1994 didn’t shake the world, but it gave us many tools to work with, in order to do it later, to keep doing it for as long as we breathe.

  It’s amazing that no one I’ve spoken with about it, agrees about many things and events there, at least not the details on what went down. Everyone has their personal experience of it, and few describe the various events the same way. I guess there was so much happening that it was really difficult to recall everything correctly. I certainly don’t, in spite of my close to photographic memory.

  I will write more about it later, and have included much of it in my novels and poems and stories.



  We and many others spent the last few days of the conference in and around Dolly Watson’s place in Claremont Road. The entire street was supposed to be demolished and make way for the new M-11 link road. Dolly called us, all the squatters and activists «the grandchildren I never had». She was ninety-two and had lived there her entire life, and refused to leave. Squatters and activists had spent at least a year there, painting walls and making it homey within and without. It had become such a nice place to live, and we stayed, like so many others had done before us.

  We celebrated Samhain there, and held a quiet celebration every night, and almost everyone participated. We felt like time stood still, like it would never move on.

  They came for us all in early November, complete with bailiffs and riot gear. Dolly was carried out, and so were most of the others. It took countless uniformed thugs several days to complete the «job». We will never forget it and neither will they.



  This and other road protests made it both far more difficult and expensive to build roads, and many plans were shelved. It kept inspiring others to fight.



  Writing this is to relive it, and it feels amazing.




Thursday, October 26, 2017

Author's Word - Season of the Witch



  I woke up one morning in early 2001, and realized that I would soon turn forty. This story began roaming my increasingly active mind not long after that. I decided I wanted to write about people my own age and set out to do so.
  More questions quickly presented themselves: what if I had taken a different turn in life and had joined mainstream society in my youth, becoming pretty much like everyone else? Where would that have brought me? Would I have become just like them, or would there still be a spark left… waiting for the right moment to ignite?
  The story has taken a very long time to complete. When I wrote first draft of chapter 2 in 2002, Warner Bros Village Cinema was still where Vue Cinemas is now. The fact is that I’ve only written one chapter on average each year or rather every eleven months. The main reason for that is that I’ve written several stories about witches, sorcerers, «witchcraft» before and have worked hard to make this one different from those. I always work hard to make my current story different from all the rest, but this time I’ve worked harder than ever.
  There are elements, themes here I haven’t touched before or not touched in quite this way. It is its own story, with its own dynamics, and tides and eddies and everything. Lori is really completely different from Afterglow, Lillith and Chloe Webster, for instance.
  Another reason is that I have not visited London as often as I used to do in recent years. When I have, I’ve literally walked in the characters’ footsteps and the story has been given a hard push forward. I walked in Hyde Park during a twilight moon and misty summer night. I walked from A to B with them, street by street, corner by corner and dark shadow.
  The last few pieces and elements and additions to the story came to me during editing. I’ve found that that is usually the case. When I look at the whole picture, everything often comes into a razor-sharp focus for me.
  I also added to the upcoming Earth and sky, day and Night series of novels and movies as a whole.
  BTW, all the names of the restaurants and bars and bookstores and discos are fake. I usually don’t advertise for anyone if I can avoid it. The places, however, are real, or they once were.
  This is a London story, and the city is just as much a character, a part of the story as all the rest.
  Yes, a true new age, part great, part sinister beyond words is coming upon mankind, whether mankind wants to or not.